"Tian Ye, beat that Skoff to death! Don't disgrace us Magic City people!"
Someone shouted loudly.
Countless others joined in, and the entire venue was filled with people cheering Tian Ye on.
Tian Ye shouted, "I definitely won't let everyone down. Foreign dog, wherever you came from, I'll send you crawling right back there."
Sitting in the car, Su Xi asked, "Are you still confident this time?"
Fan Yu slapped the steering wheel and said excitedly, "We're in a McLaren P1 GTR, a street-legal race car, a track Divine Artifact. Why should we be afraid of those two mongrels?"
"Hehe, fine. Please, begin your performance."
Su Xi slowly pulled over her seat belt and fastened it around herself.
Fan Yu smiled. "Aren't you afraid it'll be dangerous riding in the same car as me?"
Su Xi shot him a glance. "Because I believe in you."
"Once you've made your choice, you have to believe."
Fan Yu was a little moved at that moment. Someone of Su Xi's status actually dared to entrust her life to him. She really had courage.
"Fine. I definitely won't let you down."
The sports cars drove onto the track one after another, beginning their pre-race warm-up. The roar of engines echoed through the rugged mountain road.
"Look, doesn't that McLaren have two people in it?" Someone with sharp eyes spotted Fan Yu and Su Xi under the lights.
"It really does. Are those two rookies?"
"For this kind of underground race, one driver is enough. One extra person would affect the car's acceleration."
"Forget it. Maybe they're just a young couple looking for thrills and never intended to seriously race."
Though they found it strange, no one paid it much attention. The final showdown of this race was bound to be between Tian Ye and Skoff. Everyone else was merely a backdrop.
Beep!
Beep!
Beep!
As time passed, the moment for the race to begin finally arrived.
The instant the final second ticked away, countless sports cars floored their accelerators.
The screech of spinning tires pierced their eardrums as dozens of sports cars shot forward like arrows.
Fan Yu smiled faintly and started the car without haste. As he gradually pressed down on the accelerator, the speed slowly began to climb.
"Your start was slow. Isn't that a huge disadvantage?"
Su Xi sat calmly in the passenger seat. Seeing that Fan Yu had fallen far behind everyone else right from the start, she could not help reminding him.
Fan Yu shook his head. "This is a new car. The tires and engine haven't been properly broken in yet. Going too fast would be pointless. It's better to let the engine break in first. Only then can we fully bring out its performance."
Su Xi shrugged. "Say whatever you want. I don't mind. 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 do? Which one did you like? I'll buy out that store tomorrow."
"If that doesn't work, I'll have South Africa mine one for you. We can process it ourselves."
As he spoke, Fan Yu pressed down on the accelerator. The engine inside the car began operating madly, like an enraged bull roaring in fury.
Vroom!!!
The McLaren P1, which had been in last place, instantly passed three cars and charged straight into the first turn.
At the race's starting point, a large electronic screen livestreamed the racers' progress throughout the entire course.
Xie Yuqing also narrowed her eyes as she watched Fan Yu closely.
When she first saw Fan Yu fall behind at the start, Xie Yuqing had already understood.
Fan Yu really was a racer. He knew that a new car needed to be broken in and adapted to. If he accelerated recklessly, the internal components of the new car definitely would not be able to withstand it.
But she had thought Fan Yu would continue breaking it in for a few more minutes. She had not expected him to suddenly begin accelerating.
"Isn't this a little too hasty?"
"Look, the McLaren is finally accelerating!"
Someone saw Fan Yu's footage and suddenly shouted.
"I told you this McLaren couldn't be that pathetic. It's a track Divine Artifact, after all. As long as the driver knows how to drive, its results can't possibly be this bad."
Ferraris, Maseratis, and other sports cars were easily overtaken by Fan Yu's McLaren along the way.
His right foot constantly shifted between the accelerator and clutch. When taking corners, he handled the car like a fish in water, effortlessly at ease.
Yet he used only one foot the entire time, as though he were simply driving an automatic family car.
With a beautiful tail-slide drift, he passed a Porsche directly from the outside line.
"Fuck, is this kid insane? Isn't he afraid of falling into the cliff?"
The Porsche owner cursed loudly.
On this mountain road, one side was a bottomless cliff. Overtaking from the outside line was the most dangerous maneuver. If the car on the inside made even the slightest mistake, it could put the outside car in danger.
But Fan Yu, sitting in the car, really was steering with one hand. Passing that Porsche was as easy as overtaking a car on an ordinary road. There was not the slightest difficulty.
Su Xi took out her phone and began filming Fan Yu's steering wheel and dashboard.
After recording the speedometer on the dashboard, Su Xi started typing a caption.
"See that? It's already at 270 kilometers per hour and still accelerating. I wonder what this car's limit is."
After finishing the caption, she directly posted it as a Kuaiyin video.
"You're really in the mood. You still have time to record a video at a moment like this," Fan Yu said with a faint smile.
"Let the netizens learn something, so they won't spend all day throwing punches online. Wouldn't it be better for them to learn something useful?"
"Wouldn't that be leading kids astray?"
"How would it lead them astray? They'd need the ability to get a McLaren up to 270 first."
Fan Yu nodded. "True. Even if they wanted to imitate a video like yours, they'd need the money first."
As he spoke, Fan Yu completed another full overtake through a corner. No one knew how many times he had done it already, but the people at the starting line were completely dumbfounded.
"Did this McLaren take steroids? How is it this fierce?"
The crowd buzzed with discussion. Hardly anyone was even watching the intense battle between Tian Ye and Skoff anymore.
The racer driving the McLaren was simply too eye-catching. From the beginning until now, he had been overtaking from the outside line, and his tail-slide drifts flowed as smoothly as clouds and water, carrying the bearing of a top-tier racer.
"I'm in love, I'm in love. I like this racer."
A rich beauty dressed head to toe in designer brands shouted loudly.
"Oh, please. Talk again when you can afford to buy that racer a McLaren P1 GTR."
Someone mocked the rich beauty.
No matter what the spectators were like, Fan Yu had now caught up directly to third place.
Ahead of him, only Skoff's Aston Martin and Tian Ye's Lamborghini Veneno remained.
The roar of the two cars echoed through the empty mountain road. Then, at that moment, another engine roared to life.
The engines of the three cars formed a symphony through the mountain pass.
From the headlights reflected in their rearview mirrors, both Skoff and Tian Ye knew it was that McLaren P1 GTR.
Had this person been hiding his strength the whole time?
Skoff and Tian Ye thought this instinctively.
After all, anyone who could catch up after being left so far behind them definitely possessed extraordinary skill.
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