Let You Have One Car Length

The four of them quickly parked their cars side by side.

From left to right, they were Meng Wenzhou's Aventador, Su Yang's 911 turbos, Pan Ning's SF90, and Zhang Ziming's Aston Martin DBS.

Any one of these four cars would turn heads on the road as a top-tier sports car.

Now, with all four cars lined up to race in a drag race, Su Yang found it somewhat surreal.

Just a few days ago, he was a broke nobody, and now he was friends with several rich second-generation heirs. Sometimes, he even wondered if it was all just a dream.

The four sports cars were parked side by side. Based on the specs alone, only Su Yang's 911 turbos had a six-cylinder engine, and it also had the lowest horsepower, at just 650 hp.

The Ferrari SF90 had a 4.0T, eight-cylinder engine, and it was also equipped with three electric motors for assistance, boasting a maximum horsepower of 1000 hp.

The Aventador and the Aston Martin both had terrifying 12-cylinder engines. The Aventador had a 6.5L and 770 hp, while the DBS had a 5.2T and 725 hp.

Looking purely at the numbers, Su Yang had already lost, but he wasn't worried. He knew the capabilities of his car very well. He waited with a smile for Liu Bo to give the command.

At this moment, Liu Bo produced a small red flag from somewhere.

He walked in front of the four cars, stood straight, and announced loudly, "Everyone, get ready. Wait for my command. I'll count down from three, and when I say one, you go."

"First round, full throttle from a standstill. Press your horns if you understand."

Beep beep beep beep.

Four horn honks sounded.

"Alright, get ready!! Three... Two...!!" Liu Bo waved the small red flag in his hand and slashed it downwards sharply.

The word "One" was shouted at the same time. Su Yang immediately floored the accelerator.

Instantly, the four sports cars erupted with ferocious roars and shot forward.

However, the first one to pull out was the turbos, despite having the lowest horsepower. Following closely behind was Pan Ning's SF90, while Meng Wenzhou's Aventador and Zhang Ziming's DBS were neck and neck.

Su Yang was using manual mode, quickly flicking the shift paddles on the steering wheel.

The car with the worst specs had the fastest start.

After a hundred meters, Su Yang looked in his rearview mirror as Pan Ning's red Ferrari gradually closed in. He was secretly astonished, "Damn, that's fast?"

At this moment, Su Yang wished he could push the accelerator even harder. He had already floored it, but the lead he had was slowly being caught up by Pan Ning.

When the halfway point of the course was reached, Pan Ning successfully overtook Su Yang.

Behind them, the Aventador had also pulled away from the DBS, though the gap between the two cars wasn't very large; the Aventador was only half a car length ahead.

But it was impossible for these two cars to catch up to Su Yang and Pan Ning.

The four hundred meters ended in the blink of an eye. Pan Ning crossed the finish line first, Su Yang was second, Meng Wenzhou third, and Zhang Ziming fourth.

After crossing the line, the four of them stopped their cars. Zhang Ziming got out of his car in disbelief and looked at the others.

"No way!! How are you guys so fast? My 5.2T, V12 is actually last?"

"Did you guys cheat?"

Pan Ning glared at Zhang Ziming. "Do I need to? Even if I let you cheat, you still wouldn't beat me."

"I admit I can't beat you. After all, your car is a hybrid and has 1000 horsepower. But why can't I beat these two? Especially this 911."

He said this as he walked around Su Yang's car.

"Yang Yang, are you sure you didn't cheat?"

Su Yang was taken aback. He hadn't expected this guy to call him "Yang Yang" so affectionately, but he just smiled. "Of course, it's pure stock."

"Is a stock Turbos really this fast? If I remember correctly, this car only has 650 horsepower, and it's a six-cylinder."

Zhang Ziming, full of surprise, walked over to the driver's seat and peered inside, looking around.

Meng Wenzhou didn't care about winning or losing. He walked over and smiled, "Don't just look at the 650 horsepower. Porsche's PDK transmission is amazing. Zero to a hundred in 2.7 seconds, so it's normal that you couldn't beat him."

"I have over seven hundred horsepower, a V12, and I lost. I'm still not convinced!"

"If you're not convinced, let's go again. This time, we'll all use launch control."

"Okay, that's probably the reason. If we use launch control, I'll at least get second place. Come on, let's go back and do another round."

The four of them got back into their cars and drove back to the starting line.

Liu Bo walked over with a grin. "The SF90 is indeed impressive."

"How could it not be? With the boost from three electric motors, who could beat that?" Zhang Ziming said with a laugh.

"Alright, second round, we'll use launch control. Are you ready?" Liu Bo shouted loudly.

The four of them honked their horns in succession.

Liu Bo stood in front of the cars again. "Good! Get ready!"

The four cars roared explosively, all ready for launch control.

"Three... Two... One!!!"

As the countdown ended, Su Yang released the brake with his left foot and slammed the accelerator with his right, keeping it there. The Turbos instantly surged forward, the intense G-force pinning him to the seat. He once again shot out in the lead.

The 911 turbos' acceleration was indeed fierce.

This time, thanks to the launch control, the turbos unleashed their full potential, gradually widening their lead.

However, just past the halfway point, Pan Ning caught up again.

Su Yang glanced at his right rearview mirror, exasperated. "Seriously, again?"

As soon as he spoke, Pan Ning was already level with him, and then overtook him once more.

Su Yang slapped the steering wheel and shouted in frustration, "Damn it!"

Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming could only trail behind, eating the exhaust fumes of the two leading cars.

Zhang Ziming gritted his teeth. There was no way he could catch up to Su Yang and Pan Ning now, but he refused to finish last for the second time.

Meng Wenzhou's lead wasn't significant, and he wanted to push further, but he was powerless. He had the accelerator floored, yet he was still half a car length behind.

Soon, the second round of their PK concluded.

Pan Ning was still first, Su Yang second, Meng Wenzhou third, and Zhang Ziming last.

Zhang Ziming got out of his car and shouted to the sky, "Why!!"

Seeing this, Meng Wenzhou couldn't help but laugh. "Why don't you switch cars? Yours isn't suited for racing."

Pan Ning ignored the ranting Zhang Ziming and walked over to Su Yang's car. "How about it? Convinced?"

Su Yang nodded helplessly. "Convinced, convinced. I can't beat you in a straight drag race, but if we race on the whole track, you're definitely not my match."

Su Yang had a point. Firstly, the Porsche was very suitable for track racing. Secondly, Su Yang had the advantage of his professional race car driver skill, giving him the confidence to win.

Let alone Pan Ning, he wouldn't back down even against a professional driver.

Pan Ning smiled faintly. "Then shall we race on the track?"

"Sure, I'll give you a car-length head start."

"Hmph, after losing to me, how dare you still be so arrogant?"

"Whether I'm arrogant or not is irrelevant. We'll find out when we race."

"Alright, let's go. How many laps?" Pan Ning asked.

"Five laps. One shot to decide the winner."

"Okay!" Pan Ning didn't waste any time. She got back into her car and drove it back to the starting line.

Su Yang looked at Zhang Ziming, who was still complaining to Meng Wenzhou. He smiled and said, "Ziming, stop dwelling on it. I'm about to race Pan Ning on the track. Are you guys joining?"

"Yes! I refuse to believe it. I might not be able to beat you in a straight line, but the track is my domain!" he said, getting into his car.

Meng Wenzhou shook his head. "He's just like that, very passionate about racing."

Su Yang smiled and nodded in response. The three of them drove their cars back to the starting line.

"Fatty, for the last round, we're racing on the track. Five laps in total. You time us," Meng Wenzhou instructed Liu Bo from inside his car.

Liu Bo gave an okay gesture. "Alright, get ready then."