Racing Head-to-Head

About twenty-five minutes later, Xiao K received word that the others had reached the finish line. She also sent the drivers a copy of the road conditions along the route for reference.

By then, the nine cars, including Zhang Heng's, had lined up in sequence on the road.

They formed three rows. There was no drawing of lots this time; the modified car club had Zhang Heng's Volkswagen placed in the center of the first row, with the 911 on his left and the Gen Z kid's Mercedes-Benz SL on his right.

Behind them, BMWs, Jaguars, and the rest were watching like tigers eyeing prey.

Even without considering the modifications these people had made afterward, Zhang Heng was at a complete disadvantage in terms of basic specs alone.

The 911 could go from zero to one hundred kilometers per hour in 3.9 seconds and had a maximum output of 420 horsepower. By comparison, the Santana 3000 took eleven seconds to reach one hundred and had only 101 horsepower. This was no longer a question of who was stronger or weaker—they were practically different species, with no comparison to be made.

Although the complicated road conditions prevented the 911 from reaching its top speed, the gap between them was still not something driving skill could make up for.

Takumi Fujiwara drove an AE86, but at least it was a modified AE86. If Zhang Heng's Polo had been here, he would have been absolutely confident in crushing this race. But now, he needed another plan.

Zhang Heng had originally prepared for the worst and planned to use Water-Melting Metal to cause trouble.

Before leaving, he had put a thumb-sized piece of Water-Melting Metal into a half-empty bottle of mineral water. Its two-hour activation time was almost up, but after seeing the route