This is after all just a city SUV, not a real race car. Compared to a real race car, regardless of the engine or other aspects, it may not measure up.
"Last time I drove this car, the speed soared to over two hundred, and the engine couldn't take it."
"Is there a place nearby for maintenance and modification?" Bernard asked.
"You want to modify it?" Ye Qiu asked.
"Not for now, we need to see what kind of opponents we encounter." Actually, after just one lap, Bernard already knew the terrain here, the curves, etc., very well.
The difficulty cannot be compared to that of F1 racing at all.
However, he hadn't raced for nearly two years, so now he needed to get acquainted. Perhaps as Ye Qiu said, if he couldn't win against these ordinary racers here, he'd better return to France to recuperate.
Ye Qiu didn't continue driving, allowing Bernard to practice on his own when Ye Qiu's phone rang; it was Ning Yun calling.
"Brother Qiu, where are you?"
