Although Chen Long assigned the task of finding Zuzi to Yin Hu, it’s indeed not an easy task to find soone among tens of thousands of spectators in such a huge racecourse.
First of all, the entry tickets are not nad, so there’s no way to search through the system. The only option is to manually "sweep the floor" by manpower.
Otherwise, should he take a loudspeaker and shout directly?
Yin Hu is thin-skinned and couldn’t bring himself to do that. Besides, before shouting, he might be thrown out by the security personnel.
The stand surrounds the racetrack in five "floors" arranged in a circular staggered layout, plus the strictly guarded VIP seats.
Yin Hu exerted great effort, searching all the way through, but was often blocked by the crowd standing up and shouting due to the fierce race conditions.
Seeing that the second race was about to end, he had already mixed into the VIP seats, but still hadn’t found Zuzi’s figure.
It was making him anxious.
Chen Long was so sure, saying that Miss Zuzi was in the auditorium. How could she not be found?
He had looked in every corner, except...
His gaze fell in front of the VIP seats, the most prestigious viewing box in the venue — the President’s Box.
No way?
Could Miss Zuzi be... sitting in there?
Yin Hu shook his head, sowhat afraid to imagine.
Just as he was about to turn around and call Chen Long to report "Miss Zuzi isn’t at the venue," the door of the President’s Box suddenly swung open from the inside.
A graceful, enchanting white figure slowly stepped out.
Zuzi glanced up, smiling yet not smiling, and looked at him: "Looking for ?"
Yin Hu held his breath.
He knew Miss Zuzi was remarkable, but never imagined she could get into the President’s Box, so incredible!
"Miss Zuzi, I..."
He spoke hesitantly, without finishing his sentence.
Then the spectators around the stands burst into a series of exclamations, with most of them standing up, rushing forward, shouting, and stamping:
"133, watch out!"
"No, 133!"
"Please, be focused on staying safe, 133 beauty!"
Yin Hu’s voice was drowned in the deafening cries of the audience.
He couldn’t help but look toward the racetrack.
is Bai He’s race car number, and at that mont, she was charging among the first echelon of over ten race cars, steadily holding onto a spot in the top five, even launching a challenge forward.
Of the top three cars, two were God’s 007 and M country’s competitor’s 101.
was half a step behind, pursued by Bai He who was sprinting furiously. With only two laps left, if Bai He maintained this strong state along with Dod’s unimpressive yet stable performance, then Empire’s racers would have at least two occupying the top three.
The team points would be undoubtedly far ahead, and without needing the third race, the Championship Cup would already be foreseeable to seize.
Which got the audience excited.
However, this excitent didn’t last long before turning into fear and worry.
As M country’s 101 was no pushover, it clung closely from behind and collaborated with another M country’s racecar, flanking left and right, forming an encircling stance, rushing towards Bai He’s car.
If Bai He were caught by them, it wouldn’t just be a scrape; an accident might even occur!
"They are violating rules, violating rules, why isn’t the referee blowing the whistle!"
"Sigh, because even if penalized for violating, this move would still be worthwhile for them..."
Although M country’s race cars closed in on Bai He with two cars, only one needs to cross the line and attack Bai He’s car, while the other remains intact and takes the opportunity to pursue 007, which would instantly flip the scoreboard.
Using one car to bear the cost of violating the rules, in exchange for M country’s score to win overwhelmingly, such a clever trade indeed.
In a dignified international competition, their side actually resorted to such rogue tactics in front of tens of thousands of spectators, truly infuriating!
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