Wan Hao chuckled softly, bent down, and got into the car.
"This guy's a little too arrogant!"
"People who act arrogant in front of Brother Hao usually don't end well..."
"I can't wait to see his expression after he loses!"
"How many meters do you think Brother Hao can leave him behind by?" someone asked.
News of the race between the two quickly caused a stir here.
Most of these Rich Second Generation heirs had experienced Wan Hao's driving skills firsthand and been thoroughly crushed. Now that they heard a newcomer wanted to challenge Wan Hao, their interest was immediately piqued.
Vroom!
Vroom!
The Pagani and Koenigsegg pulled up before the starting line at the same time.
The helicopter atop the villa slowly rose into the air, whipping up fierce winds as someone held a camera, ready to record and Live Broadcast the entire race.
"Ready?"
Through their windshields, Wan Hao and Su Rui made OK gestures at the same time.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
The long flag in hand slashed downward, and almost at that exact moment, a gale surged up.
The roar of engines echoed through the mountains.
The two cars shot out simultaneously like arrows released from the bowstring.
On the straightaway, the Koenigsegg's advantages were fully unleashed. Its immense air intake drove the engine pistons, generating unstoppable momentum. Like a silver phantom, it tore across the mountain roads.
All anyone could see was a gust of wind!
"Brother Hao's driving is as ferocious as ever!"
Through the Live Broadcast, everyone witnessed the race in real time.
"For zero-to-one-hundred acceleration, the Koenigsegg is king!" someone said with a curled lip.
"That's not right. How is the Pagani keeping up so closely?"
Someone noticed something strange. Behind the Koenigsegg, the pitch-black Pagani was in hot pursuit, maintaining a distance of less than five meters from the leading car—and that distance was steadily shrinking.
"They're entering a turn. Brother Hao's speed has dropped," Little Han said, his eyes wide as he pointed at the Pagani on the Live Broadcast. "Holy shit! Is... is my eyesight playing tricks on me? He seems to be speeding up!"
Everyone rubbed their faces, scarcely daring to believe their eyes.
A blood-pumping engine howl rang out. Su Rui's expression remained blank.
He had driven this mountain road countless times through the cycles.
He knew every turn's angle, every interval, even exactly where the absolute limit for braking lay.
It had practically become muscle memory.
He glanced through the window at the Koenigsegg beside him and shook his head with a faint smile.
This had never been an equal race.
Wan Hao relied on a modified engine and extraordinary talent, while Su Rui relied on godlike driving skills accumulated through Billion Times cycles, as well as unparalleled familiarity with the track.
Who was stronger was obvious at a glance.
How could the skills of one lifetime compare to those of millions of lifetimes?
The people watching the Live Broadcast were stunned.
After the two cars cleared the first turn, their positions had already changed.
The Pagani was in the lead.
The Koenigsegg was chasing.
The gap between them: three Parking Spots!
Wan Hao's expression darkened.
Straight-line cornering had always been his specialty, yet Su Rui had overtaken him. It was like being stepped on in the field where he excelled most.
His chest felt a little tight.
But he adjusted his mindset in an instant.
The mountain road was long, with countless turns.
A momentary victory or defeat could not determine the final outcome.
They passed another turn.
Wan Hao licked his lips, cranked the steering wheel all the way over, and floored the accelerator. The rear of the car swung violently!
The Koenigsegg nearly slid sideways through the turn. Its tires scraped violently against the ground, raising a pungent burning smell.
The body of the car shook furiously, nearly rolling over, but it ultimately stabilized.
"Beautiful, Brother Hao!"
The crowd cheered.
But Little Han alone frowned.
Wan Hao's dangerous maneuver had shortened the distance between him and Su Rui for a brief moment, but he still failed to catch up.
This Pagani was too strange.
At nearly every turn, it reacted at the very last, most extreme possible point, without wasting even the slightest bit of momentum.
Though he hated to admit it, the distance between Brother Hao and Su Rui was indeed steadily widening.
"That's too extreme, too dangerous!" Little Han stared at the Live Broadcast. Several times, the Pagani's wheels nearly struck the mountain wall or hung over empty space, yet it always escaped danger at the last moment. "This man is probably a King of Cars from the professional circuit..."
A layer of fine sweat appeared on Wan Hao's forehead.
Only now did he feel that something seemed wrong.
No matter how hard he pushed, the gap between them continued to grow.
"Damn it!" Wan Hao did not dare relax in the slightest.
In truth, from the first turn onward, he had been unable to catch Su Rui.
Although his car had been modified, the effects of modification were not as great as people imagined. In a battle between professional drivers, victory was often decided within seconds, and modifications merely shortened those few seconds.
Yet Su Rui gave him the feeling that those few seconds were gradually widening.
They were about to become ten-odd seconds, dozens of seconds, or even... minutes.
Was this guy... a world-class King of Cars?
Then why had he never heard his name before?
Another turn lay ahead.
Wan Hao, who had once been incomparably confident in his cornering skills, now felt a wave of helplessness rise within him at the sight of another bend.
On the straightaway, he could still use the Koenigsegg's sheer power to chase Su Rui. But once they entered a turn, the difference in their abilities became immediately apparent.
Screech!!!
The violent sound of friction rang out again. Wan Hao took the turn, then suddenly froze.
In the road ahead—
The Pagani had vanished!
After another dazed moment, Wan Hao slowly decelerated and turned his head. At the end of a side road, he saw the Pagani stopped there. Su Rui leaned against it with a smile on his face, slowly waving at him.
"What is this guy... trying to do?"
Wan Hao frowned, but still stepped on the accelerator, leaving the main road and heading toward Su Rui.
An anomaly suddenly appeared in the villa's Live Broadcast.
"Holy shit! Where are the cars?"
"How did Brother Hao and that guy both disappear?"
Deep within the deserted side road, Wan Hao pushed open the car door, his expression cold.
"Manager Wan, I'm sorry to speak with you this way." Su Rui took the initiative to extend his hand, his smile gentle. "There's no one else here, so we don't need to worry about our conversation being overheard."
"Who exactly are you? What do you want from me?"
By now, Wan Hao understood clearly that Su Rui had not come to find him merely to race him once. Otherwise, there would have been no need to avoid everyone like this.
"I need some money for an emergency." Su Rui spoke bluntly, without the slightest concealment. "In return, I'll tell you the truth about the assassination attempt against you three years ago. I can even help you turn the situation around."
Wan Hao's body suddenly stiffened.
A long while passed.
His face darkened as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
A savage scar.
It ran across his neck and all the way to his heart.
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