Everyone watched the two cars competing for the bend ahead, one belonging to the Three Rings Twelve Young Masters, taking the inside line tightly, and the other was Lin Tian's, speeding through the curve without slowing down.
They all imagined the imminent scenario of a car flipping, resulting in a fatal crash. But then, an eerie scene unfolded as the domestic car manoeuvered through the curve as steadily as a ghost, showing no signs of flipping.
The white domestic car roamed through the night like a white ghost, silently overtaking the Three Rings Twelve Young Masters and vanishing on the other side of the curve.
"Am... Am I seeing things?" The first voice broke the silence of the crowd.
That remark was like a stone thrown into a lake, stirring countless ripples, and the wealthy second-generation heirs were jolted awake from their shock.
"It didn't flip?" another person said.
"This... completely defies physical laws..."
"Could it be a ghost car?"
