Give Up, or Die!

At last, Lin Fan's Lamborghini Aventador reached the bend.

And at that very moment, Lin Fan made his move!

He jerked the steering wheel again, executing a beautiful drift and successfully clearing the sharp ninety-degree turn.

Yet, the Lamborghini Aventador barely slowed down at all, easily overtaking the Porsche 918 that had just exited the bend and was in third place.

By now, Song Jiaxin's delicate hand gripping the handle had become somewhat slippery with sweat.

She could not help reminding him again, "Lin... Lin Fan, you still need to be careful. This is Pan Mountain Road."

"Okay," Lin Fan said.

Then, he floored the accelerator, sending the speed soaring once more.

Seeing this...

Song Jiaxin opened her mouth, but said nothing else.

She was worried that if she kept talking, she would only put herself in even greater danger.

At the foot of the mountain, the rich second-generation kids stared at the screen and started shouting again.

"Holy shit, that drift was incredible!"

"Could this big shot be a professional racer?"

"That's insane!"

"I'd be happy if I had even half his skill!"

At this moment, the McLaren P1 driven by Sun Luguo and Liu Yuhang's modified Lamborghini Aventador were almost neck and neck.

Sun Luguo glanced at Liu Yuhang from the corner of his eye and said coldly, "I'll leave you behind at the next bend!"

"Just wait, I'll have you eating my dust!" Liu Yuhang snorted.

"Vroom!"

Just then, both of them heard a beast-like roar coming from behind.

They knew the cars and skills of everyone in the circle. Logically speaking, they had already pulled far ahead—no one should have been able to catch up.

Filled with doubt, Sun Luguo and Liu Yuhang looked into their rearview mirrors.

The next moment, both of them froze.

A Lamborghini Aventador—it was him, Lin Fan!

Liu Yuhang was especially shocked.

After all, he was an expert on Lamborghinis.

He knew very well just how enormous the performance gap was between an unmodified Aventador and his own.

And yet, Lin Fan had still caught up? How had he done it?

Though they were shocked and puzzled, neither Liu Yuhang nor Sun Luguo slowed down in the slightest.

If anything, they seemed to accelerate even faster.

Originally, it had only been a race between the two of them. Now, there was another competitor.

That invisibly placed pressure on them.

When Song Jiaxin, sitting in the passenger seat of the Lamborghini Aventador, saw the two cars ahead, a trace of delight rose in her heart.

At first, Song Jiaxin had never thought about winning the race.

But now, she saw a glimmer of hope.

Very soon, however, Song Jiaxin realized she had celebrated far too early.

"Vroom!"

The Lamborghini Aventador let out a furious roar.

260 km/h! 265 km/h! Its speed soared again!

Song Jiaxin hurriedly said, "Lin Fan, there's a V-shaped hairpin bend one kilometer ahead!"

"Vroom!"

The Lamborghini Aventador roared again.

270 km/h! The speed continued to rise!

Had she not made herself clear enough? There was a V-shaped hairpin bend one kilometer ahead!

And there was also a McLaren P1 and a modified Lamborghini Aventador up ahead! Shouldn't he be slowing down right now?

Why was he accelerating again?

Sun Luguo, driving the McLaren P1, and Liu Yuhang, driving the modified Lamborghini Aventador, knew the route along Donglai Mountain Road very well. They knew there was a V-shaped bend ahead.

The two had long planned to slow down.

But when they saw the Lamborghini Aventador steadily closing in through their rearview mirrors, both their expressions changed slightly.

If they slowed down immediately, Lin Fan would definitely overtake them.

So neither of them decelerated right away.

Only when they were extremely close to the V-shaped bend did the two slowly press their brakes.

They knew that if they did not slow down now, an accident was very likely.

Racing was important, of course.

But their lives were even more important! Lin Fan, however, was completely different.

He continued at high speed without the slightest intention of slowing down.

It looked... as though he were charging straight toward the cliff.

Song Jiaxin panicked completely and cried anxiously, "Lin Fan, slow down!"

Vrooom!

275 km/h! 280 km/h! The Lamborghini Aventador accelerated once more!

As if he had not heard Song Jiaxin, Lin Fan kept his dark, bright eyes fixed tightly on the road ahead.

He had not heard her?

In fact, Lin Fan really had not heard her.

Ding! Absolute Focus triggered. Flash of Inspiration!

Lin Fan had completely immersed himself in driving.

Absolute Focus!

Absolute calm!

Everything outside no longer had anything to do with him.

At that moment, there was only one belief in Lin Fan's heart: Faster, faster, even faster!

Finally, his Lamborghini Aventador reached the V-shaped bend.

Meanwhile, the McLaren P1 and the modified Lamborghini Aventador entered the bend side by side, half a car length ahead.

Donglai Mountain Road was very narrow.

Under such circumstances, it was impossible for Lin Fan to overtake them at the V-shaped bend.

From Song Jiaxin's perspective, Lin Fan had two choices before him.

First, slam on the brakes, drift 720 degrees in place, and try to stop.

Second, crash into the McLaren P1 and Lamborghini Aventador ahead, causing an immeasurable accident.

Lin Fan did not hit the brakes. Clearly, he had chosen the second option.

Song Jiaxin's pretty face turned deathly pale. Cold sweat streamed down her face, and her heart seemed about to leap into her throat.

At that moment, she gripped the handle with all her strength, no longer having the energy to say another word.

"Has that guy gone insane?" Sun Luguo cried out in horror, a layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

"Fuck!" Liu Yuhang shouted fearfully, utterly panicked.

Screech!

At last, Lin Fan's Lamborghini Aventador swung into the bend with a beautiful, sweeping drift.

Its left side nearly brushed against the modified Lamborghini Aventador running in the middle.

From inside the modified Lamborghini Aventador, Liu Yuhang could even see Lin Fan and Song Jiaxin clearly.

Song Jiaxin, meanwhile, could see the guardrail less than a centimeter away from her, as well as a tire already hanging halfway over the edge in the rearview mirror.

Song Jiaxin's entire body had gone completely rigid.

The next second, perhaps the next second... she and Lin Fan—and possibly even Liu Yuhang and Sun Luguo as well—could all die on the spot!

Vrooom!

Then...

Lin Fan accelerated again. His Lamborghini Aventador, like the king of beasts, was the first to shoot ahead.

Then, with the imposing force of one commanding all under heaven, it cleared the V-shaped bend and sped madly toward the road ahead.

The modified Lamborghini Aventador and the McLaren P1 behind it had completely lost any chance of catching up.

At the foot of the mountain.

"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"

"Can someone tell me what the hell just happened?"

"I fucking thought they were about to crash! I was scared half to death!"

"A professional racer? No! Even a professional racer could never pull off that kind of skill!"

The rich second-generation heirs were left dumbfounded, shouting and jumping with excitement.

The footage had simply been too thrilling and unbelievable.

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