1053: We Don’t Need The Money

We Don’t Need The Money

Zhou Yixun did not expect someone to book the training facility in the middle of the night. He paused before he raised his head and glanced at the empty racetrack. "Can I take a spin inside the training track? Just one round."2

Zhou Yixun was up against Andy in a few minutes and Andy was ranked world number three. No matter how calm Zhou Yixun was, he was bound to feel some pressure and it would affect his performance. He wanted to come over and do some warmup to help him with the race later.

Chen Ming shook his head and refused to let him in. "No can do."

Zhou Yixun felt disappointed the moment he heard this. He looked at the people in front of him and could sense that they were no ordinary people, so he thanked Chen Ming before reversing his car.

Shortly after he drove off, he pulled up again. He sat in the car for half a minute, undid his seat belt, and got out of the car.

There were spectator seats in the training facility as well where people could see the racetrack.

Zhou Yixun removed his helmet and placed it under his arm as he headed towards the seats. He sat down on the steps on the top row and placed his hands on his knees weakly. He looked at the race track and went into a daze.

If he were up against anyone else, he felt there was a chance he could win. Sadly, it was Andy.

The guy was infamous for being a merciless killer on the track. A lot of racers had died at his hand.

Zhou Yixun smiled sadly and sighed. After sealing for a few minutes, he got up to leave. Suddenly, he inadvertently glanced at the racetrack in the distance. When a silver race car came in front of his eyes, he instantly froze.

The silver race car seemed like a shooting star in the night sky. It did not decelerate for even a moment when it spun. Hardly any professional racers were capable of pulling this off.

The racer was simply…

Zhou Yixun tightened his grip on his helmet as he looked at the silver car. The car drove through several bends using different techniques at each turn. It was simply mind-blowing.

The black car following behind the silver car was not too bad either. Even though the black car was as good as a professional racer, it was not on the same level as the silver car.

He was sure that Andy's drifting could not compare to the person in the silver car.

Zhou Yixun was stunned. Was there anyone as good as this in the country?

If he could get this guy to join the race on behalf of the Min family, their chances of winning Andy tonight would be a lot higher.

A glimmer of hope rose in Zhou Yixun's mind. He quickly got off the spectator seats and ran towards the racing track without even getting into the car.

Chen Ming noticed that the man was back. He could not help narrowing his eyes and telling his men to stop him.

Zhou Yixun was unafraid of the likes of Zhuo Yun even though he was scary. Since he was only talking to Chen Ming's subordinates, he was naturally unintimidated. He said anxiously, "I mean no rudeness. I would like to talk to the person driving the silver car earlier."

The silver car? Wasn't that Miss Huo?

Chen Ming looked at him quizzically. "Why do you want to see the racer?"

"I want to ask if he can join a race with me? We can offer a lot of money. we really need help," said Zhou Yixun anxiously.

Chen Ming recalled that the professional racetrack next door was booked up earlier. He was informed there was a race going on tonight, so this guy must be a racer from next door.

Chen Ming turned him down immediately after realizing his intentions. "We don't need the money, so we won't be taking part."

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