The person in charge at the starting point is a young man in green clothes, waving two yellow flags. He waves them alternately and constantly communicates with the referee at the foot of the mountain through the communication equipment hanging on his ear. Once everything is ready, he stands on the yellow line in the middle of the road and waves the yellow flags again.
"Are you nervous?" Li Ruo's eyes are somewhat excited.
"Not really!" Ye Chen's eyes are fixed on the road ahead. However, the road ahead is dimly lit; the street lamps on the mountain path aren't bright and rely entirely on the headlights for illumination. The white neon lights from the two sports cars illuminate the road ahead brightly.
Whoosh!
The two yellow flags in the hands of the commander simultaneously fall, and Ye Chen decisively steps on the accelerator. The black Ferrari next to him also shoots forward without hesitation, like a tightly drawn sword.
