"I just Googled it, and that God of Cars is really awesome. It's said that over a dozen car gods chose to retire after being struck by that race. I can't believe he's actually Zhang Menglong's dad!"
"Unbelievable! That puts Dad to shame, Zhang Menglong."
"He's really playing Versailles! I don't know if he's genuinely unaware or just pretending."
"Judging by Zhang Menglong's expression, it doesn't look like he's faking it."
"No way? With Zhang Menglong's driving skills being so awesome, it must have been taught by his dad."
"It's possible that in Zhang Menglong's mind, an ordinary driver's skills are just like his dad's!"
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"I've been wondering why my dad would spend 2 billion US dollars to modify this car, now I finally get it!" Zhang Menglong muttered to himself.
"What? 2 billion US dollars?" Those with sharp ears overheard this jaw-dropping figure, "A Wuling Hongguang only costs 50,000 yuan, and he spent 2 billion US dollars to modify it? Is he out of his mind?"