Outer Ring Overtake (Second Update)

"Tian Ye, kill that Skoff for me! Don't disgrace us people from Magic City."

Someone shouted loudly.

Countless people also yelled in unison, the entire venue filled with cheers for Tian Ye.

Tian Ye loudly declared, "I definitely won't disappoint everyone. Foreign dogs, wherever you came from, I'll send you back there."

Sitting in the car, Su Xi asked, "Do you still have confidence this time?"

Fan Yu patted the steering wheel, excitedly saying, "This is our McLaren P1 GTR, a legal road sports car, a god-tier machine on the track. Why should we be afraid of those two mongrels?"

"Heh, alright, please begin your performance."

Su Xi slowly pulled the seatbelt and fastened it.

Fan Yu smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid of danger riding in the same car as me?"

Su Xi glanced at him, "Because I trust you."

"Once you've made a choice, you must believe."

Fan Yu felt a little moved at this moment. Su Xi, someone of her status, dared to entrust her life to him; it truly showed her boldness.

"Alright, I absolutely won't let you down."

A crowd of sports cars drove onto the track, beginning their pre-race warm-up. The roar of their engines echoed through the winding mountain roads.

"Look, it seems like there are two people in that McLaren, right?" someone with sharp eyes spotted Fan Yu and Su Xi in the light.

"You're right, are these two newbies?"

"In these kinds of underground races, one driver is enough. Having an extra person will also affect the car's acceleration."

"Oh well, maybe it's just a young couple wanting to experience some excitement and not actually intending to race."

Despite their surprise, no one paid too much attention. The final showdown of this race was bound to be between Tian Ye and Skoff; everyone else was just a supporting act.

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

As time ticked by, the race start time finally arrived.

The moment the last second dropped, countless sports cars stomped on their accelerators.

The screeching of tires pierced eardrums as dozens of sports cars shot out like arrows.

Fan Yu smiled faintly, starting his car at a leisurely pace. As he pressed the accelerator deeper, his speed gradually increased.

"Your start was slow, aren't you at a disadvantage?"

Su Xi sat calmly in the passenger seat. Seeing that Fan Yu started much slower than everyone else, she couldn't help but remind him.

Fan Yu shook his head, "This is a new car. The tires and engine haven't been broken in yet. Going too fast is meaningless. It's better to let the engine break in first, so we can fully unleash its performance."

Su Xi shrugged, "Whatever you say is fine with me. I have no objections. Anyway, if we lose those thirty million, I'll just buy one less piece of jewelry tomorrow."

Fan Yu's expression changed, "Damn, how can that be? Which one did you have your eye on? I'll buy out that store tomorrow."

"If that doesn't work, I'll have them mine one for you in South Africa. We'll process it ourselves."

As he spoke, Fan Yu floored the accelerator. The engine inside the car began to operate frantically, like an enraged, roaring bull.

ROAR!!!

The McLaren P1, which had been trailing at the very back, instantly overtook three cars and drove straight into the first corner.

At the starting point of the race, there was an electronic big screen, broadcasting the drivers' race progress live.

Xie Yuqing also narrowed her eyes, paying attention to Fan Yu's situation.

Initially, seeing Fan Yu fall behind at the start, Xie Yuqing had already understood.

Fan Yu was indeed a racer, knowing that new cars needed to be broken in and adapted to. If he accelerated blindly, the internal components of the new car definitely wouldn't hold up.

However, she had expected Fan Yu to continue breaking in for a few more minutes, but unexpectedly, he started accelerating suddenly.

"Isn't this a bit too hasty?"

"Quick, look, the McLaren is finally accelerating."

Someone saw the footage of Fan Yu's car and suddenly shouted.

"I knew this McLaren couldn't be that bad. It's a god-tier machine on the track after all. As long as you know how to drive, your performance wouldn't be this poor."

Along the way, Ferraris, Maseratis, and other sports cars were easily overtaken by Fan Yu's McLaren.

His right foot continuously switched between the accelerator and the clutch. When cornering, he handled it with ease, as if he were in his element.

However, he was only using one foot, just like driving a regular automatic transmission car.

With a beautiful drift, he overtook a Porsche on the outer lane.

"What the hell, this kid is crazy! Isn't he afraid of falling off the cliff?"

The Porsche owner cursed.

On this kind of mountain road, with a sheer drop on one side, overtaking on the outer lane is extremely dangerous. If the car on the inner lane makes even the slightest mistake, it could put the car on the outer lane in peril.

But at this moment, Fan Yu, sitting in the car, was gripping the steering wheel with one hand as he overtook the Porsche. It was as easy as overtaking on a normal road, with no difficulty at all.

Su Xi took out her phone and started filming Fan Yu's steering wheel and dashboard.

After recording the speedometer, Su Xi began typing a caption.

"See that? Already 270 kilometers per hour and still accelerating. I wonder what the car's limit is."

Once the caption was finished, she posted it directly to her Quick Sound video.

"You're in quite a mood, having the leisure to record videos at a time like this," Fan Yu said with a faint smile.

"Let the netizens learn something new. It's better than them just spewing venom online all day. Learning something is good."

"Aren't you corrupting the youth then?"

"How am I corrupting them? They'd need the capability to reach 270 in a McLaren first."

Fan Yu nodded. "That's true. For your kind of video, even if they wanted to learn, they'd need the capital for it."

As he spoke, Fan Yu completed another full overtake on a curve. This was already countless times, and the people at the starting line were stunned.

"Is this McLaren on steroids? It's so fierce!"

People started discussing amongst themselves. Not many were even watching the intense battle between Tian Ye and Skoff anymore.

The race car driver in the McLaren was simply too dazzling. From the start until now, he had been continuously overtaking on the outer lane, and his drifting maneuvers were fluid and graceful, displaying the demeanor of a top race car driver.

"Love it, love it! I like this racer,"

A wealthy young woman, dressed in designer clothes, exclaimed loudly.

"Give it a rest. Come back and talk when you can afford to buy that racer a McLaren P1 GTR,"

Someone taunted the wealthy young woman.

Regardless of what the spectators thought, Fan Yu had already caught up to third place.

Ahead of him were only Skoff's Aston Martin and Tian Ye's Lamborghini Veneno.

The roar of the two cars' engines echoed through the winding mountain pass. At this moment, another engine roar exploded.

The engine roars of the three cars formed a symphony on the mountain road.

Through the headlights in the rearview mirror, both Skoff and Tian Ye knew it was the McLaren P1 GTR.

"Has this person been hiding their strength?"

Skoff and Tian Ye thought subconsciously.

After all, to be able to catch up after being left so far behind by them, their skill must be extraordinary.