This was a pitch-black work of art!
Indeed, Su Ping still described it as a "work of art."
Mainly, its design was just too exaggerated.
Su Ping could see every cool pose and ferocious feature he could imagine embodied in this thing.
It was entirely pitch-black. Where the wheels should be, bright red lines snaked across, resembling fresh blood or perhaps blazing flames.
It was fancy, yet without that ghostly vibe. The texture of the car's body was extremely unique.
Its low-slung body, combined with a floating chassis, ensured it could glide over almost any terrain with ease.
As Su Ping caressed the shell of this thing, he was dazzled and mesmerized.
It truly is cool.
There was no doubt about its appeal, evident from the gazes of guests coming and going at the Yuntian Resort entrance, and the many people who had gathered to look.
Few men with conventional tastes could dislike such a thing.
Dong Muyun stood by, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Like it?"
