Qin Xin calmly hinted, and Hong Jingtian hadn’t reacted yet: "What? What? Where’s the bomb?"
Qin Xin shook her head speechlessly and moved the phone away from her ear.
The next second.
A huge explosion was heard from the phone.
Then ca Hong Jingtian’s anguished wail: "Damn, our team’s number 8 car exploded, who did this, who? Who??"
Qin Xin reluctantly sent the final ssage: "You clean up the scene, I’m going back to the hotel to sleep. Don’t contact unless... don’t contact even if sothing happens."
Hong Jingtian finally reacted: "Whoa, how did you discover sothing was wrong with Queen’s number 8 car?"
Qin Xin: "..."
If I couldn’t spot a problem, how could I be your boss?
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The climate in Continent A is the opposite of the Empire. The Empire is still frozen, while Continent A is already in full bloom with warm spring and bright sunshine.
Qin Xin briefly sorted out her luggage and gear in the hotel and sat on the unfamiliar big bed, unable to sleep.
There’s a ti difference, but she doesn’t want to adjust.
She flicked through her phone.
Xiangxiang sent her pictures of the rustic countryside and a three-fresh soup simring on the stove: "Young miss, your master is asking where you’ll be for New Year?"
Master Tuantuan?
Qin Xin propped her chin, ah, deciding where to spend New Year’s is really a headache.
She had already turned down Mr. Nalan and didn’t want to see the Qin Family, so where could she go?
For a mont, she felt an unexpected sense of having no ho to return to.
Moreover, unless she found out who was behind taking her blood, she couldn’t rest easy.
After a few seconds of contemplation, she replied: "I won’t celebrate New Year."
Then she got out of bed, took her docunts, and left the hotel, heading straight for the F1 racetrack.
The official racetrack in Continent A is in the city center. Qin Xin went to report and check the venue upon arrival.
The official race is in two days, and she needed to familiarize herself with the course.
I don’t know if it’s a worldwide thing, but the guards at racetracks seem a bit dull, and Qin Xin encountered obstacles before entering.
The guard saw her foreign face and refused to open the door: "You didn’t even bring an agent or assistant. What if you’re an impostor? I can’t take the bla for letting a fake inside."
The guard spoke confidently.
Qin Xin wasn’t angry: "What proof do you need that I’m not an impostor?"
The guard rattled off a list of docunts: "Unless you let verify these... and call at least three people, including your coach and teammates, to vouch for you on the spot..."
Those conditions were quite harsh.
It felt like they were deliberately making things difficult.
Qin Xin had all the necessary docunts but was reluctant to show them.
Just then, a girl with Continent A features, wearing designer clothes and a ponytail, walked over and whistled at the guard: "Hey, I’m going in for a look."
The guard imdiately opened the door for her and nodded respectfully: "Miss Sara, take care..."
Qin Xin narrowed her eyes.
"Why was she allowed in?"
If she rembered correctly, besides herself, there were no other female racers registered for the F1 event.
The guard imdiately put on a proud face: "That’s our Saint Sand Group’s eldest lady. Can you compare to her? Our eldest lady can go in whenever she wants. The racetrack land is rented from her family!"
Qin Xin understood.
Oh, so she’s like a female version of Mr. Nalan, a little rich girl?
The guard locked the door again: "Without docunts or witnesses, just move aside, don’t cause trouble here... hey, hey, you can’t... you barbaric woman! You just broke my lock!"
The guard suddenly beca agitated, stunned by Qin Xin’s actions!
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