Hua Xia had no one, the convoy had no one, this was their current plight. Their opponents weren't breaking any rules, and you could even counter them, but the key was that you had no one to do it.
Upon hearing this, a man sitting opposite sighed. It was true, what else could they do now besides rage impotently?
Suddenly, they began to understand Lin Shen's convoy.
Because the two cars ahead were locked in a fierce battle, he could still barely keep up.
Lin Yan's tires were wearing down at an extreme rate. In just fourteen laps, he had already used up the equivalent of nearly twenty laps' worth of tires, with over two-thirds of their tread gone.
With another hard brake, a red line appeared on Lin Yan's front brake disc.
A world-famous dish: Braised Brake Disc.
At this moment, Lin Yan's front brake discs were at least six hundred degrees Celsius. These weren't ordinary brake discs, but carbon-ceramic ones.
Daniel's situation wasn't much better than Lin Yan's. His tire wear also exceeded two-thirds, but he was extremely excited. After so many years, he had rarely encountered an opponent who matched his taste so well.
Daniel didn't particularly like the old man from Bentian. Compared to Reisner, he hoped that Lin Yan, this strong young contender, would win the championship. In fact, he had long since recognized Lin Yan's strength. Now, he no longer viewed their battle as a race but as a sparring match.
The two were locked in a white-hot struggle, exchanging blows back and forth, a thrilling spectacle.
In the stands, Lin Yan's fans were on the edge of their seats. Both cars were shaking violently, appearing to be on the verge of crashing.
Seeing them fight so ferociously, the head chief engineer of Bentian finally showed a slight smile. The race was already nearing its halfway point, and it seemed there wouldn't be any major issues.
However, at that very moment, a drop of rain landed on his forehead.
Huh? No way?
He touched his forehead, felt the moisture, and the head chief engineer's body trembled. He abruptly looked up at the sky.
Five laps later, at lap eighteen, the head chief engineer's neck was sore from looking. Seeing that it wasn't raining, he breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it seemed that drop was just an anomaly.
Seeing the smile return to the head chief engineer's face, Ma Wang, sitting not far behind him, also curved his lips into a knowing smile.
The cars roared past. Lin Yan's tires were nearing their limit. With every corner, the car would shake slightly. Daniel behind him was in the same situation. Their gap hadn't widened, but Daniel was now truly convinced of his defeat.
He slightly loosened his grip on the wheel, and the car's speed gradually decreased. Enough time had passed; he couldn't afford to push any further, or the young contender might not be able to finish the race.
He had already lost by not being able to overtake him for such a long time.