Let's Make a Bet

The girl's voice had barely fallen when the GTR and RS7 shot forward at the same time.

A few seconds later, the two cars quickly vanished into the night, their engines gradually fading into the distance.

Su Yang looked up at the display screen above the gate. It was still pitch-black.

"Who do you think will win?" Su Yang asked with a smile as he looked at Zhuang Mengli.

Zhuang Mengli thought for a moment before saying, "Hard to say. The main thing is that we don't know whether these two cars have been modified. If they're both stock, I favor the RS7. If they've both been modified, then it's hard to say. Either one could win. It'll depend on the drivers' skills."

Su Yang nodded. "It's obvious that both cars have been modified."

"How do you know?"

"You can tell from the exhaust. A stock car couldn't possibly be that loud. The exhaust must have been modified. But people who like modifying cars wouldn't only modify the exhaust."

"The GTR R35 has a stock maximum output of 555 horsepower, a 3.8T V6 engine, and 632 Nm of torque. The RS7 Performance, meanwhile, has a 4.0T V8 engine, a maximum output of 630 horsepower, and 850 Nm of torque."

Zhuang Mengli nodded. "So, judging only by their stock specifications, the RS7 has a slight advantage."

"Not necessarily. The RS7 is heavier and larger. And when it comes to modifications, the GTR has greater potential. Some can even reach one or two thousand horsepower, so it's hard to say. My feeling is that the GTR will win."

"Then shall we make a bet?" Zhuang Mengli asked with a smile.

"How do we bet?"

"I think the RS7 will win. If I win, then... you can buy me a drink later."

Su