The Abruptly Halted Race and Su Rui's True Goal

Wan Hao chuckled and leaned into the car.

"This guy is a bit too arrogant!"

"Guys who are arrogant with Brother Hao usually don't end well..."

"I'm looking forward to seeing his expression after he loses the race!"

"How many meters do you think Brother Hao can leave him behind?" someone asked.

News of the two wanting to race quickly caused a stir here.

Most of these rich second-generation kids had experienced Wan Hao's driving skills and been utterly crushed; now, hearing that a newcomer wanted to challenge Wan Hao, they immediately became interested.

"Vroom!"

"Vroom!"

The Pagani and Koenigsegg stopped simultaneously before the starting line.

The helicopter on the villa roof slowly ascended, kicking up a fierce wind. Someone held a camera, ready to record and live stream the entire race.

"Ready?"

Through the windshield, Wan Hao and Su Rui both gave an OK gesture.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The long flag in hand swept downwards, and almost at the same instant, the wind picked up.

The roar of the engines echoed through the mountains and fields.

The two cars shot out like arrows released from a bow.

On the straight section, the Koenigsegg's advantage was fully utilized. The massive air intake drove the engine pistons, generating an unstoppable momentum, like a silver phantom tearing through the mountains and fields.

All you could see was a blur!

"Brother Hao's technique is as fierce as ever!"

Through the live stream, people saw the real-time situation of the race.

"For zero to sixty, the Koenigsegg is the daddy!" someone said with a pout.

"Wait, why is the Pagani biting so close?"

Someone noticed something unusual. Behind the Koenigsegg, the dark black Pagani was hot on its heels, maintaining a distance of less than five meters from the car in front, and this distance was constantly shrinking.

"They're going around the bend, Brother Hao's speed has dropped," Little Han's eyes widened as he pointed at the Pagani in the live stream: "Holy crap! Is... is it just me, or did he... seem to speed up!"

Everyone rubbed their faces, almost unable to believe their eyes.

A blood-pumping engine roar sounded, but Su Rui's face was expressionless.

In the cycle of reincarnation, he had run this mountain road countless times.

The angle of the turns, the spacing, and even the exact point for the ultimate deceleration – he knew it all perfectly.

It had almost become a form of muscle memory.

He glanced through the window at the Koenigsegg beside him and shook his head with a light chuckle.

This was not a fair race to begin with.

Wan Hao relied on his modified engine and exceptional talent; Su Rui, on the other hand, relied on the god-tier driving skills accumulated over billions of reincarnations and his intimate familiarity with the track.

It was clear which was stronger.

How could the technique of one lifetime compare to that of tens of millions of lifetimes?

In the live stream, everyone was shocked.

As the two cars passed the first bend, their positions had already changed.

The Pagani was in the lead.

The Koenigsegg was chasing.

The gap between them was three car lengths!

Wan Hao's expression was grim.

Straight-line cornering was his strength, but he had been overtaken by Su Rui; it was like being stepped on in his most proficient area.

His heart... felt a little heavy.

However, he adjusted his mindset in an instant.

The mountain road was long, with countless bends.

Temporary victory or defeat did not determine the final outcome.

After passing another bend.

Wan Hao licked his lips, directly slammed the steering wheel all the way, floored the accelerator, and the rear end violently swung out!

The Koenigsegg's body practically slid sideways, its tires screeching violently against the asphalt, kicking उप a pungent smell of burning rubber.

The car shook violently, almost tipping over, but eventually stabilized.

"Beautiful, Brother Hao!"

The crowd cheered.

But only Little Han frowned.

While Wan Hao's dangerous maneuver had temporarily closed the gap with Su Rui, he ultimately couldn't catch up.

This Pagani was too strange.

At almost every turn, it could react at the very last, most extreme moment, without losing even a hint of momentum.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the distance between Brother Hao and Su Rui was indeed gradually widening.

"Too extreme, too dangerous!" Little Han stared at the live stream footage. Several times, the Pagani's wheels were almost touching the mountain rock or hanging in the air, but it always managed to turn danger into safety at the last moment. "This person... he's probably a king of the professional racing circuit..."

A fine layer of sweat beaded on Wan Hao's forehead.

Only now did he feel that something seemed wrong.

Even though he was putting in all his effort, the distance between them was still getting wider and wider.

"Damn it!" Wan Hao didn't dare to relax for a second.

In fact, from the first turn, he hadn't been able to catch up to Su Rui.

Although his car was modified, the effect of the modification wasn't as significant as he had imagined. In a duel between professional drivers, the outcome was often decided within a few seconds, and the purpose of modification was to shorten those few seconds.

But Su Rui gave him a feeling that these few seconds were gradually widening.

It was about to become ten seconds, dozens of seconds, or even... a few minutes.

This guy... is he a world-class racing king?

But why haven't I heard his name?

Ahead, there was another turn.

Wan Hao, who had been extremely confident in his cornering skills, felt a surge of helplessness when he saw the turn again.

On the straightaway, he could still chase Su Rui with the Koenigsegg's powerful engine; but as soon as they entered a turn, the difference in their abilities became immediately apparent.

Screech!!!

A violent screeching sound rang out again. Wan Hao rounded the corner and suddenly froze.

In his line of sight ahead.

The Pagani had disappeared!

After another moment of daze, Wan Hao slowly decelerated and turned his head, only to see the Pagani stopped at the end of a fork in the road. Su Rui was leaning against the car with a smile on his face, slowly waving at him.

"What does this guy... want to do?"

Wan Hao frowned but still stepped on the gas, leaving the main road and heading towards Su Rui.

In the villa's live stream footage, something unusual suddenly appeared.

"What the hell! Where are the cars?"

"Brother Hao and that guy, how did they both disappear?"

Deep in the deserted fork in the road, Wan Hao pushed open the car door, his expression cold.

"Manager Wan, I apologize for using this method to speak with you." Su Rui extended his hand proactively, his smile gentle. "There are no outsiders here, so we don't have to worry about our conversation being overheard."

"Who exactly are you? What do you want from me?"

At this moment, Wan Hao clearly understood that Su Rui hadn't come just for a simple race; otherwise, he wouldn't have used this method to avoid others.

"I need a sum of money urgently." Su Rui spoke very directly, without any concealment. "In return, I will tell you the truth about the assassination attempt against you three years ago; I can even help you turn the tables."

Wan Hao's body suddenly stiffened.

After a long while.

His face was grim as he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.

A hideous scar.

It ran across his neck all the way to his heart.