The autumn night rain is bone-chilling, soaking through to one's core, making them shiver.
Jay Sterling still held a beer bottle in his hand, and he smashed it on the car of the person speaking.
"Fuck your mother!"
These people were from another racing club, competitors and always rivals to FOX. Jay's action ignited both sides' fury.
"What? Did I hit a nerve? If you've got the guts, call him out and race us."
Dean Dempsey stepped forward with a dark face.
"You guys? Not worthy."
"Oh, isn't this the recent champion? Winning a championship really changes things, doesn't even acknowledge us, right, guys?"
After saying this, he whistled, and the group's laughter was exceptionally grating.
Jay's temper flared up, unable to suppress it.
"Who the hell are you to talk about Dempsey, you haven't even won a championship."
Saying this, he spat in the guy's face.
The guy wiped his face.
"One championship and you brag? We've won several and haven't even mentioned it."
