Lan Qinglong took a deep breath and said, "It's all because of that bumpkin Zhang Jiaxing! Last time we made a bet that the loser would leave the racing world."
"You lost?" Wang Hao looked at him as if he were looking at an idiot. "Are you that bad?"
"It was purely an accident!" Lan Qinglong erupted like thunder, bellowed loudly, "That bumpkin and I are both professional racers, and we were racing on the Jin Ming Mountain road! At that time, my skills were just a tiny bit better than his, but in the end, I lost by a car's length because our bet was that the loser couldn't participate in any car races ever again! Damn, I only found out after the fact that he tricked me, the fuel he gave me wasn't pure, it was watered down!"
Hearing this, Wang Hao understood.
The speed of a sports car depends on the fuel, and if water is added to the fuel, naturally the power is insufficient, so losing the race makes sense.
