Godly Skill

"Start!"

Suddenly, the beautiful bikini-clad girl waved the colored flag in her hand, and in an instant, amidst the screams and cheers of the crowd, the two cars shot forward like lightning.

People rushed to the electronic screen to watch the race from the aerial perspective of a remote-controlled airplane.

"Brother Feng's starting speed is so fast!"

"What a question, the two cars aren't even in the same league to begin with."

"Not necessarily, after all, Brother Feng has the skill of a professional racer, while Zhang Han... hasn't touched a sports car in five years, right?"

From the screen, Liu Feng's Ferrari was already ten meters ahead after five seconds. Don't underestimate these ten meters; in a race, a lead often represents control and a greater advantage.

On the winding road in the first half, the two cars weaved, one after the other, performing delicate drifts. The sound of tires scraping against the ground could be heard all the way from the mountaintop.

"Liu Feng truly is the King of Los Angeles Cars. He has his own unique understanding and talent. These few simple drifts on the bends are perfectly executed."

A bald middle-aged man was commenting, but suddenly he exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? I didn't expect Zhang Han's drifts to be much better than Liu Feng's. His control over distance and force is masterful. He really has some skills!"

Looking through the camera, the blue Ford Mustang's drifting speed and accuracy were smoother than the Ferrari's.

Gradually, the distance between the two cars narrowed. Just as the Ford Mustang was about to overtake, the Ferrari began to swerve left and right, aggressively blocking its path.

This also slowed the Ford Mustang's momentum.

"Hmm, Liu Feng's blocking is quite good, but he needs to be careful on the next long curve. A slight mistake could lead to being overtaken," the bald man said, staring intently at the screen.

The two cars entered the long curve one after the other. While drifting, Liu Feng controlled the car to block, preventing Zhang Han from overtaking.

Seeing this, the bald man praised, "Not bad, not bad, this maneuver is impressive."

"Of course, he's my Brother Feng!"

"How can a mere Zhang Han be Brother Feng's opponent?"

"..."

"Next is a straight stretch. After this, we'll reach the final and most difficult section of Wolf Mountain: Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns. They'll definitely go full speed in the first half of the straight, but they'll have to reduce their speed by half before entering the curves, otherwise, there's a risk of crashing and death," the bald man said, stroking his chin.

As expected, the two cars sped up as they entered the straight.

Just then, a cold sneer flashed in the eyes of the fat man standing in the corner.

At the same time, a similar smile played on Zhang Han's lips inside the Mustang.

"As expected, the braking system has failed?"

In his previous life, he had crashed and been severely injured on Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns because his car couldn't slow down, nearly dying. The cause of all this was his former subordinate, Dong Hu.

Dong Hu was the fat man who had cheered him on earlier. Years ago, he was a migrant worker in Beijing. By chance, he started following Zhang Han. Although Zhang Han was young and reckless, he treated his subordinates very well. With Zhang Han's help, Dong Hu started a business, opened a used car dealership, and now had a car and a house in Shangjing, with over five million in savings. He was living quite comfortably.

But when Zhang Han had his accident five years ago, Dong Hu didn't offer a single word of concern. It was only a few days ago that he faked concern and contacted Zhang Han to reconnect, his sole purpose being today's race.

"However... I actually never intended to slow down!"

Zhang Han chuckled.

Normally, drifting without brakes would be impossible, but nothing is absolute. Zhang Han's precise control over power could break this limitation.

At this moment, Liu Feng continued to control his vehicle to block Zhang Han. Just as they were about to reach the entrance of Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns, Liu Feng smoothly moved his car to the right.

"You realized you can't slow down, didn't you?"

Liu Feng sneered, looking at the Ford Mustang overtaking him. His eyes held a flicker of anticipation for a crash.

On the other side, many people watching intently in front of the electronic screen gasped in unison!

"He's not slowing down? Doesn't he want to live? Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns is a death trap! One wrong move and you'll fall off a cliff!" the bald man frowned deeply.

"Damn, Zhang Han is too bold."

"I think he's really tired of living!"

"The sooner he dies, the sooner he's reborn. He probably just accepted it."

"..."

At the corner behind, at the feet of Dong Hu, a cute little girl could only see the legs of many people in front of her. But hearing everyone's mockery of Zhang Han, she started crying aggrievedly.

"Daddy..."

"Shut up! If you cry again, I'll hit you!"

Dong Hu glared and shouted.

What could a three or four-year-old girl understand? Frightened by Dong Hu, her cries only grew louder.

Dong Hu's face darkened, and he raised his hand as if to hit the little girl. But seeing the many eyes looking their way, he withdrew his hand and forced an awkward smile.

"What a cute little girl."

A woman in her twenties, seeing the Little Princess crying pitifully, couldn't help but come over to comfort her.

"What! What did I just see!"

At the front of the crowd, an incredulous shout came from the bald man.

The Ford Mustang's speed didn't decrease as it charged straight into Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns! On the first bend, a semicircle, the Ford Mustang executed a brilliant drift turn and passed, its momentum unbroken as it entered the second bend.

The second bend was a ninety-degree angle, and the third was a conical bend. Because the two bends were very close together, the difficulty was extremely high. At high speed, it was easy to fly off the mountain from the conical bend and crash.

Under everyone's gaze, the Ford Mustang maintained full speed, like a phantom vehicle. On the second bend, the car's body slid sideways, and as it entered the third bend.

"It's over! This car can't possibly stop at this speed!" the bald man sighed, pity rising in his eyes.

But the scene that unfolded next made his eyes widen.

As the speeding Ford Mustang entered the third bend, the car suddenly spun 360 degrees.

After the first rotation, the car entered the bend. On the second rotation, the car spanned the conical bend. After the third rotation, the car had already begun to enter the fourth bend!

"Oh, my god!"

"What kind of driving skill is this? Three full 360-degree spins, how did he do that..."

"He's the first person to enter Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns on Bronze Mountain without slowing down!"

"Zhang Han... is he about to write a legend on Wolf Mountain?"

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring in awe as the Ford Mustang executed one brilliant turn after another, maintaining full speed through the entire Nine Bends and Eighteen Turns.

After the bends, the Ford Mustang moved forward like a charging beast.

Meanwhile, Liu Feng's Ferrari felt like a snail, only slowly making its way through the fourth bend.

A few minutes later, amidst a violent roar, the Ford Mustang returned to the platform. Still at full speed, it took ten spectacular 360-degree spins before finally stopping, its front bumper facing the steep slope ahead.

"Bang!"

Zhang Han got out of the car and leaned against the door. He was still disheveled, his hair messy, and his movements were the same as when he started. But now, everyone looked at him differently.

"Seven minutes and thirty seconds. That's a terrifying record, unprecedented," the bald man said with awe. "If he were driving a Ferrari, the time would be even shorter!"

"Wolf Mountain's fastest record is ten minutes and twenty seconds, right? My god, Zhang Han is too strong!"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Sigh, Brother Feng is going to explode when he loses to him!"

"..."

Everyone shook their heads and sighed. Dong Hu's expression turned grim. When he turned around and saw the little girl crying like a flower, calling "Daddy," his expression changed. He forced a smile and picked up the little girl, walking towards Zhang Han.

"As expected of my Brother Han, amazing!"

Dong Hu said obsequiously.

"Heh, your car is good. Otherwise, I wouldn't have won," Zhang Han said with a faint smile.

"Daddy..."

At this moment, the Little Princess in Dong Hu's arms struggled, her voice soft, tears still in her eyes. She looked pitiful as she stretched out her slender arms, asking to be held.

Zhang Han subconsciously held the Little Princess in his arms and said with a faint smile, "Pretty little girl, why do you call me Daddy?"

The little girl, tired from crying and having stood for a long time, fell asleep in Zhang Han's arms.

"Is this your daughter?" Zhang Han asked calmly.

"How could I have such a cute daughter? Haha, Brother Han, isn't this your daughter?" Dong Hu said with a smile.

"I don't have a daughter?"

"Then I don't know. Anyway, this little girl was brought by you. She's always called you Dad. Didn't you just ask me to take care of her? Did you forget?" Dong Hu said strangely.

My daughter?

Zhang Han's gaze, hidden beneath his bangs, sharpened. A daughter had appeared out of nowhere. What was going on?

Before he could think further, with a roar, Liu Feng's Ferrari drove back.

The car stopped to the side. After a long pause, a pale-faced Liu Feng got out of the car.

With a look of three parts shock and seven parts resentment, he stared at Zhang Han and strode over.

At this moment, the scene fell silent, all eyes focused here.

"Do you dare to race me again!" Liu Feng gritted out.

"Heh, I'm not interested in wasting time with a defeated opponent," Zhang Han said with a faint smile. "Hand over the car keys."

Hearing this, Liu Feng's eyes turned red. He clenched the car keys tightly in his right hand and said hatefully, "Let's race again in a month!"

Judging by his demeanor, Zhang Han wouldn't be able to refuse him.

"Fine, fine, fine. Hand over the car keys," Zhang Han extended his hand.

Liu Feng sadly and angrily placed the car keys in Zhang Han's hand. This was his newly bought car! It was his first race, and he had already lost it.

Zhang Han took the keys and got into the red Ferrari. He placed the Little Princess in his arms in the passenger seat. Zhang Han started the car, drove about a hundred meters, stopped by the roadside, and looked at the scene behind him through the rearview mirror.

The race was over, and the crowd began to disperse in small groups.