Hearing that voice, Chi Mingkun's face visibly darkened.
He didn't turn around, nor did he acknowledge the other person.
Chi Gui swept a glance and saw a young man dressed in hip-hop attire standing not far away with nearly a dozen people; behind him, a row of cars blocked the road, clearly intending to corner Chi Mingkun.
Among them, Chi Gui recognized the four who had harassed her earlier.
Chi Mingkun remained silent, and the young man swaggered over, taunting, "Chi Mingkun, haven't you lost enough car emblems?"
Chi Mingkun spun around, his eyes fiercely glaring at the newcomer, "Zhang Ziyi, don't get cocky, I'll reclaim our team's car emblems sooner or later!"
For a racing team, the car emblem represents dignity and face. Losing it to someone else is a great humiliation in the Racing World.
"Haha, reclaim them?" Zhang Ziyi laughed loudly. "With what? With those losers on your team who can't even drift properly?"
