Chapter 566 Racing 7

• Marc Egerton smiled faintly. “Lose? How could we possibly lose? With me here, you couldn’t lose even if you tried.”
• Bai Xiaodong snorted. “Funny. You don’t even know how good he is, and you’re bragging like crazy. The guy’s a die-hard pro. Even if you took the wheel yourself, you might not beat him—let alone me.”
• Marc thought, unimpressed: A die-hard pro, so what? Pei Tianming was a beast too, and he still ended up under my boot.