The clamor at Tianma Race Track gradually subsided.
As the LaFerrari, like a red bolt of lightning, slowly pulled into Pit P, its engine cooling fans continued to hum, radiating the distinctive heat of a mechanical beast after intense exertion.
Su Bai took off his helmet and casually set it on the carbon-fiber roof. He looked utterly calm, as if that 1 minute and 2 seconds—the new production-car lap record—had merely been something he achieved while picking up groceries.
Not far away, beside the McLaren 765LT, Sun Zhihao leaned against the car door like a defeated rooster, his expression complicated.
As a seasoned veteran of Magic City's elite second-generation rich circle, Sun Zhihao might usually have been arrogant and overbearing, a typical gear addict and show-off, but he was definitely not stupid.
On the contrary, he was very smart. He even possessed an innate, keen instinct for weighing risks against benefits.
If Su Bai's inhuman breath-holding time during yesterday's diving competition could still be explained away as the talent of some gifted freak, then today, on the track, he had driven the notoriously difficult rear-wheel-drive LaFerrari on his first run of this circuit and crushed Sun Zhihao's beloved McLaren with pure skill. That was no longer merely a matter of talent.
That was absolute strength.
It was an all-around domination in courage, reaction speed, physical coordination, and control over machinery.
And then there was Xia Lin beside him, gazing at Su Bai with such adoration that she practically wanted to cling to him...
The eldest daughter of the Xia family in Magic City had incredibly sharp judgment. Could a man who made her so devoted that she had even brought out her father's prized supercar to support him possibly have an ordinary background?
"This is a titanium alloy steel plate.