"Where did this guy find the oil tank? No wonder he doesn't need to worry about fuel consumption at all."
Watching Zhou Yingting's vehicle completely overtake and become the new first place, then throw out a massive oil tank from the opponent's rear.
Those ranked behind looked infuriated but powerless.
The opponent's speed was too fast, so fast that they had no chance of catching up.
Therefore, they could only helplessly watch Zhou Yingting leave them far behind.
Pei Ning, who was originally in first place, looked even more upset.
Maintained first for so long, only to be overtaken by someone from the back suddenly.
"How did this guy do it, driving so fast? Is there such an entry in the supply station that can accelerate this terrifyingly?"
Pei Ning's friend, looking at Zhou Yingting's vehicle speeding away, had confusion in her eyes.
They were supposed to be in first place, and the second-ranked attempted to surpass them several times with no success, and finally gave up.
