You, Takumi Fujiwara?

After making a few adjustments, the four of them gestured to Liu Bo that they were ready to set off.

Su Yang had only been joking when he said Pan Ning could start one car length ahead. Even if he really gave her that advantage, he could still win easily, but that would be too insulting to Pan Ning, and she might chew him out.

After thinking it over, he decided against it.

Seeing that the four of them were ready, Liu Bo somehow produced a professional stopwatch.

He walked to the front of the cars and looked at the four of them. "The final round. Five laps."

The professional track at Hai City International Race Track was 5,340 meters long. The fastest F1 drivers could complete a lap in one minute and twenty-five seconds, but apart from Su Yang, the others were all ordinary people.

Normally, an ordinary racing enthusiast driving a sports car would take between one minute and fifty seconds and two minutes to complete a lap.

Five laps would take roughly ten minutes.

And that was a time only people familiar with racing could achieve.

Although Su Yang had the support of professional racing skills, he was unfamiliar with the track. Meng Wenzhou, Pan Ning, and Zhang Ziming had each driven there several times, so on the surface, they seemed to have the greater advantage.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Liu Bo shouted, "All right, get ready! Three... two... one!!!"

As soon as his voice fell, the four cars shot forward.

Su Yang planned to properly test his professional racing skills. He was still the fastest off the line, but Pan Ning overtook him shortly afterward.

This time, he was not in a hurry. After all, it was a race of more than five kilometers and five laps, so he had plenty of chances to overtake Pan Ning.

Immediately after the straight came a very sharp right-hand turn. When Pan Ning reached the corner, she had no choice but to slow down.

Su Yang's eyes lit up. All kinds of driving techniques surged through his mind, and he seized the opportunity to stomp on the accelerator and overtake Pan Ning.

Pan Ning was stunned when she saw this. "Is this guy trying to get himself killed?"

She quickly honked to warn Su Yang to slow down. At his current speed, he would definitely crash if he took the corner like that.

But Su Yang paid no attention. At that moment, he felt as though Schumacher had possessed him. Just before entering the corner, he eased off the accelerator, rapidly pressed the brake with his right foot, and wrenched the steering wheel with both hands.

The turbos glided through the corner in an incredibly stylish drift.

Pan Ning was left utterly dumbfounded by the maneuver from behind.

Zhang Ziming and Meng Wenzhou were even more stunned. Watching the turbos take the corner with such a professional drift, they instantly gaped.

Zhang Ziming unconsciously shouted from inside his car, "Holy crap! Is this guy a professional?"

Before he could think any further, Pan Ning had also cleared the first corner.

Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming were evenly matched, slowing down to take the corner one after another.

Because of the first corner, Su Yang instantly widened the gap between himself and the others behind him.

Although he had never driven on this track before, his professional racing skills largely offset his disadvantage from being unfamiliar with it.

The first lap soon ended. Standing at the starting point, Liu Bo pressed the stopwatch and checked the time.

His brows immediately knitted together. "One minute... thirty-three seconds?"

"Holy crap, is this stopwatch broken?"

Liu Bo was quite familiar with racing, and in his spare time he liked watching all kinds of racing competitions.

Hai City International Race Track had hosted two F1 races. He remembered the fastest lap time very clearly: one minute and twenty-five seconds.

But that had been set by a world-class driver in a multimillion-yuan F1 car.

Su Yang had come to this track for the first time, yet he had completed his first lap in one minute and thirty-three seconds. It was terrifying.

He swallowed, no longer knowing what to say.

Pan Ning soon completed the first lap in her red Ferrari. Liu Bo checked the stopwatch: one minute and fifty-three seconds.

"Looks like the stopwatch isn't broken."

Su Yang knew nothing about this. After completing the first lap, he had basically memorized the location of every corner.

He handled the second lap with much greater ease. When he reached a long straight, he pushed the car directly to 300 kilometers per hour.

But the speed was too high. As soon as he hit 300, he had to slow down for the corner.

Su Yang drifted through every corner, which put considerable strain on the tires. After these few laps, he estimated that he would have to change them.

But at that moment, he could not care about any of that. He immersed himself in the thrill of racing.

Ding! The host is enjoying the race immensely and has gained profound insight. Reward: 3 million and one McLaren Senna fragment (3/5)

Su Yang ignored the system's voice and focused intently on the track ahead.

At that moment, of the three people behind him, only Pan Ning could barely see his taillights. Meng Wenzhou and Zhang Ziming had simply given up.

After completing the first lap, the two of them parked their cars off the track and began watching Su Yang and Pan Ning's performance.

Su Yang soon completed the second lap. Liu Bo pressed the stopwatch again and looked at it. This lap was even more ridiculous—Su Yang had completed it in just one minute and twenty-nine seconds.

Zhang Ziming took the stopwatch and looked at it. "Holy crap, this guy is definitely a professional racer. How are we supposed to compete with him?"

Meng Wenzhou merely smiled without saying anything. He looked at the track, seemingly lost in thought.

Time passed second by second, and the fourth lap soon ended.

When Su Yang began his fifth lap, Pan Ning had only just finished her third. He had overtaken her by an entire lap. This was the difference between ordinary people and professional racers.

Pan Ning stopped struggling. She truly could not compete with Su Yang on the track.

This time, she had lost wholeheartedly. The gap was simply too vast, and it was not something that could be closed through training.

She knew that no matter how hard she practiced, she could never outrun Su Yang. After finishing her third lap, she drove to the side and stopped.

Su Yang soon completed the final lap.

As Su Yang crossed the finish line, Liu Bo quickly pressed the stopwatch.

The total time displayed was: six minutes and fifty-one seconds.

The others looked at Su Yang as though they were looking at a monster.

Su Yang drove over and stopped beside their cars. "What happened to you guys? Why did you all withdraw halfway through?"

Zhang Ziming looked at Su Yang resentfully. "What do you think? We're not even in the same league as you! You drift through every corner. What are you, Takumi Fujiwara?"

Su Yang laughed heartily and said smugly, "Oh, you found out. I'm really sorry, hehe."

"Brother Su, you really surprised me. With your skills, you could completely enter professional competitions," Meng Wenzhou said with a smile.

Su Yang waved his hand. "No need. Competitions are too tiring. They're not suitable for me."

Pan Ning looked at Su Yang and said calmly, "I really can't beat you on the track, but I won on the straight. So we're even, right?"

"Fine, we're even."

"All right, the race is over. Shall we leave?"

Meng Wenzhou took out his phone and checked the time. "It's about time. Let's eat first, then fly to Lu City."

Su Yang asked, "Sure. Where are we eating? Send the location to the group."

"Okay."

Meng Wenzhou sent the restaurant's location to the group, and the others started their cars and set off one after another.

When the five luxury cars entered the city, they immediately caused quite a stir. Almost every passing vehicle turned to look at them.

Although luxury cars and supercars were common in Hai City, the odds of seeing five luxury cars together were still quite low.

Pedestrians on the road pulled out their phones and began taking pictures.

Soon, the six of them arrived at a high-end restaurant specializing in local Hai City cuisine.

After they parked their cars, the restaurant owner hurried out.

With an excited expression, he approached Meng Wenzhou and said respectfully, "Young Master Meng, you're here? I've already arranged the private room."

Meng Wenzhou nodded. "Sorry for the trouble. You can have the dishes served now. We still have to catch a flight after we eat."

"Of course, of course. This way, please!" The owner ushered them into the restaurant with the utmost courtesy.