Seeing everyone's eyes on him, Matsuboto Kono showed a hint of pride in his eyes. It seemed that these Chinese also had heard of his reputation.
"Don't worry, Dafeng-kun. I am sure to win this race."
The Japanese youth in a kimono nodded slightly to Qiu Dafeng, showing an arrogant expression, and said in accented Chinese.
These amateur Chinese racers, in his eyes, how high could their driving skills be? If this race could help Miss Kaori win, he could connect himself with the Asakawa Clan, one of Japan's top three families.
"Who are you sending to race?"
Qiu Dafeng scanned Tang Yingying and her group, finally landing his gaze on Qin Yang and the Bugatti Veyron behind him.
"It should be you, right?"
