"Begin!"
In an instant, the bikini beautywoman swung down the colorful flag in her hand. Amid the crowd's screams and cheers, the two cars shot forward like lightning.
People hurried to the electronic screen and watched the race from the angle of a remote-controlled aircraft flying overhead.
"Brother Feng's start is so fast!"
"That goes without saying. The two cars weren't even in the same class to begin with."
"Not necessarily. After all, Brother Feng has the ability of a professional racer. But Zhang Han hasn't touched a sports car in five years, right?"
On the screen, Liu Feng's Ferrari had taken a ten-meter lead after five seconds. Don't underestimate ten meters; in a race, even a small lead often meant seizing the initiative and gaining a greater advantage.
On the winding road in the first half, the two cars raced one ahead of the other, performing all kinds of delicate drifts. Even from this side of the mountain, the sound of tires scraping against the ground could be heard.
"Liu Feng truly deserves to be the King of Los Angeles Cars. He has his own unique understanding and talent. His drifts through these simple corners are absolutely perfect."
A bald middle-aged man was offering his commentary. He was a professional racing commentator, but as he spoke, he suddenly let out a startled cry.
"Huh? I didn't expect Zhang Han's drifts through these corners to be quite a bit better than Liu Feng's. His control of distance and force is masterful. He really does have some skill!"
From the camera's view, the blue Ford Mustang's drifting speed and precision were slightly smoother than the Ferrari's.
Gradually, the distance between the two cars grew smaller. Just as the Ford Mustang was about to overtake, the Ferrari began swaying left and right, making sharp blocking maneuvers.
This caused the Ford Mustang's momentum to slow.
"Hmm, Liu Feng's blocking is excellent. However, he'll have to be careful on the long bend ahead. The slightest mistake and he'll be overtaken." The bald man stared intently at the screen.
The two cars entered the long bend one after the other. While drifting, Liu Feng controlled his car and blocked the lane, preventing Zhang Han's car from passing.
Seeing this, the bald man praised him. "Not bad, not bad. That move was truly impressive."
"As expected of him. He's my Brother Feng!"
"How could a nobody like Zhang Han possibly be Brother Feng's opponent?"
"..."
"Up next is a straight stretch. After passing it, they'll reach the final and most difficult section of Wolf Mountain—the Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns. Both of them will definitely go full speed through the first half of the straightaway. Before entering the bends, they'll have to cut their speed in half, or they'll risk wrecking their cars and losing their lives." The bald man stroked his chin as he spoke.
Sure enough, after entering the straightaway, the two cars sped forward at full speed.
At that moment, a trace of cold laughter flashed through the eyes of the fat man standing in the corner.
At the same time, inside the Mustang, an identical smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Han's mouth.
"As expected. The braking system has failed?"
In his previous life, he had crashed and suffered severe injuries at the Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns because his car could not slow down, nearly dying in the process. The culprit had been his former subordinate, Dong Hu.
Dong Hu was the fat man who had cheered him on earlier. Several years ago, he had been a drifter in Shangjing. By chance, he had begun working under Zhang Han. Although Zhang Han had been young and reckless, he had treated his subordinates well. With Zhang Han's help, Dong Hu had built a career, opening a used-car dealership. He had a car and a house in Shangjing, savings of more than five million, and a very comfortable life.
But when something had happened to Zhang Han five years ago, Dong Hu had not even sent a word of concern. It was only a few days ago that he had hypocritically contacted Zhang Han to reconnect, all for the sake of today's race.
"But... actually, I never planned to slow down!"
Zhang Han let out a faint laugh.
Ordinarily, drifting without brakes was extremely difficult. But nothing in the world was absolute. Zhang Han's precise control of his strength could break through that limitation.
At that moment, Liu Feng continued controlling his car and blocking Zhang Han until they were about to reach the entrance to the Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns. Liu Feng calmly moved his car toward the right.
"You've realized you can't slow down, have you?"
Liu Feng sneered. As he watched the Ford Mustang overtake him, anticipation of a fatal crash gleamed in his eyes.
On the other side, the many people watching seriously before the electronic screen sucked in a cold breath when they saw this.
"He isn't slowing down? Does he not want to live? The Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns is a death course. One wrong move and he'll fall off the cliff!" The bald man frowned deeply.
"Damn, Zhang Han's got some nerve."
"I think he's really tired of living!"
"Better to die sooner and be reborn sooner. He's probably come to terms with it."
"..."
At Dong Hu's feet in the rear corner stood a cute little girl. All she could see were the legs of the countless people in front of her, but after hearing everyone mock Zhang Han, she began to cry aggrievedly.
"Daddy..."
"Shut up! If you keep crying, I'll hit you!"
Dong Hu glared and shouted.
How could a three- or four-year-old girl understand so much? Frightened by Dong Hu, she immediately began crying even harder.
Anger flashed across Dong Hu's face, and he raised his hand to strike the little girl. But when he noticed quite a few people looking over from the front, he lowered his hand and gave an awkward smile.
"What an adorable little girl."
A woman in her twenties saw Little Princess crying pitifully and could not help running over to comfort her.
"What! What am I seeing?"
From the front of the crowd came an incredulous cry from the bald man.
The Ford Mustang did not slow down at all. It charged straight into the Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns! The first bend was semicircular. The Ford Mustang made a gorgeous drifting turn and crossed it without losing momentum, heading into the second bend.
The second bend was a ninety-degree turn, while the third was a conical bend. Since the two bends were extremely close together, they were very difficult to navigate. At high speed, it was easy to fly out of the conical bend, crash into the mountainside, and be destroyed.
Under everyone's gaze, the Ford Mustang maintained full speed. Like a ghostly battle chariot, it swung sideways in the second bend, and just as it entered the third bend—
"It's over! There's no way this car can stop at that speed!" The bald man sighed, pity rising in his eyes.
But the scene that unfolded the next moment made his eyes widen.
Before the speeding Ford Mustang entered the third bend, the car suddenly began spinning a full 360 degrees.
After the first rotation, the car entered the bend. During the second, it crossed the conical turn. By the time it completed the third, it had already begun entering the fourth bend!
"My God!"
"What kind of driving skill is this? Three 360-degree turns—how did he do that...?"
"He's the first person to enter the Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns on Bronze Mountain without slowing down!"
"Could Zhang Han... be about to create a legend on Wolf Mountain?"
Everyone stared dumbfoundedly and marveled as the Ford Mustang made one gorgeous turn after another, maintaining full speed throughout the entire Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns.
After clearing the bends, the Ford Mustang was like a ferocious beast on the run, racing forward at incredible speed.
Meanwhile, Liu Feng's Ferrari felt like a snail by comparison, only slowly making it through the fourth bend.
Several minutes later, amid a thunderous roar, the Ford Mustang drove back onto the platform at full speed. Only after making ten dazzling 360-degree spins did the car finally stop, its front facing the steep slope ahead.
"Bang!"
Zhang Han got out of the car and leaned against the door. He was still disheveled, his hair still messy, and even his movements were exactly the same as when he had started. But now, everyone's gaze toward him had changed.
"Seven minutes and thirty seconds. This is a terrifying record—one never achieved before." The bald man spoke reverently. "If he had also been driving a Ferrari, the time would have been even shorter!"
"The fastest record on Wolf Mountain was ten minutes and twenty seconds, right? My God, Zhang Han is far too strong!"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I never would have believed it. Sigh, Brother Feng lost to him. He's probably going to explode!"
"..."
Everyone shook their heads and sighed in amazement. Dong Hu's expression, however, had turned ugly. When he turned around and saw the tear-streaked Little Princess repeatedly calling for "Daddy," his expression changed, and he plastered on a smile before forcefully picking her up and walking toward Zhang Han.
"As expected of my Brother Han. That was incredible!"
Dong Hu fawned over him.
"Heh, your car was good too. Otherwise, I couldn't have won." Zhang Han gave a faint laugh.
"Daddy..."
At that moment, Little Princess struggled in Dong Hu's arms. Her voice was soft, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, and she pitifully stretched out her slender arms, asking to be held.
Zhang Han instinctively took Little Princess into his arms and asked with a faint smile, "Pretty little girl, why do you call me Daddy?"
The little girl had grown tired from crying. On top of that, she had been standing for so long that she fell asleep in Zhang Han's arms.
"Is she your daughter?" Zhang Han asked calmly.
"How could I have such an adorable daughter? Hahaha, Brother Han, isn't she your daughter?" Dong Hu said with a laugh.
"How could I have a daughter?"
"Then I don't know. Anyway, you brought this little girl here, and she's been calling you Daddy the whole time. Didn't you ask me to look after her just now? Have you forgotten?" Dong Hu asked strangely.
My daughter?
Zhang Han's gaze, hidden beneath his bangs, focused sharply. Somehow, a daughter had appeared out of nowhere. What was going on?
Before he had time to think about it, Liu Feng's Ferrari came roaring back.
The car stopped to one side. After a moment, Liu Feng finally got out, his face pale.
With an expression containing three parts shock and seven parts resentment, he glared at Zhang Han and strode over.
The entire scene fell silent, and everyone's gazes gathered there.
"Do you dare race me again?" Liu Feng asked through clenched teeth.
"Heh, I'm not interested in wasting time with a defeated opponent." Zhang Han smiled faintly. "Hand over the car keys."
At those words, Liu Feng's eyes reddened. He gripped the car keys tightly in his right hand and said resentfully, "We'll race again in a month!"
From the look of him, Zhang Han probably would not be able to get rid of him unless he agreed.
"Fine, fine, fine. Hand over the keys." Zhang Han held out his hand.
Grief-stricken, Liu Feng placed the car keys in Zhang Han's hand. This was the new car he had just bought! On its very first outing, he had handed it over to someone else.
Zhang Han took the keys and got into the red Ferrari, placing Little Princess in the passenger seat. He started the car, drove a hundred meters away, then stopped by the roadside and watched the scene behind him through the rearview mirror.
The race was over, and the crowd began leaving in groups of three or five.
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