Chapter 416: Exciting Competition

“Ladies and gentlemen, the long-awaited contest between Wolf King and Queen is about to begin! And I am very honored to be your commentator tonight. Now, allow me to fill you in on this race... Oh, wait, actually two races are running concurrently—but let’s just forget about the other one, since that race is already over before it has even begun, so there’s no suspense in it at all... but, still, let’s applaud the driver and show our appreciation of his courage. Common everyone, let’s give him some encouragement!”

Standing in front of the huge screen, a tall, skinny young man held on to a microphone and provided commentary with a rather impassionate tone.

He knew his crowd and exactly how to entertain them. He already had the crowd in stitches in his opening commentary, just with his wit and dry humor. His comments prompted a rousing response from both the live crowd and the online forum, and many fans applauded the Trumpchi for participating. But, in truth, the belittling nature of his comments made it all seem rather disrespectful.

“Lil’ Young Master here thinks that this is the biggest humiliation he’s ever felt in his entire life, nothing compares to this. Lil’ Young Master has lost all face; this is like being dumped into the Pacific Ocean!” Su Canye moaned.

The shame was unbearable, and if he could find himself a hole somewhere, he’d immediately just jump in. Or, even better, if there was a pit that he could fit into, he’d just bury himself alive. To him, dying from suffocation could not be worse than having people mock him to death.

Xiao Luo looked calm as he readied himself in the driver’s seat. “Don’t be affected by such things, it’s not like you’ve not seen my skills before,” he said.

“It is particularly because I have seen the skills that I dared to call you here. If it was my friend’s supercar, we’d have a 50 to 60 percent chance of beating Lei Shijian, but instead, we’re driving this Trumpchi to compete with them. If it wasn’t for the fact you put up the money, then Lil’ Young Master here wouldn’t have let you off that easily,” Su Canye responded.

Xiao Luo turned and looked sternly at Su Canye. “You need to correct that statement. I lent you that money—if we lose, you have to return it to me,” he said.

What...?!

Horrified, Su Canye stared wide-eyed in disbelief, and his jaw dropped. “You b*stard!” he cried.

At that moment, the blonde girl, who had been with Lei Shijian earlier, strutted provocatively to the front of the three vehicles with two small flags in her hands. She looked great clad in a miniskirt and corset, and her long legs were further augmented with a pair of ten-centimeter-high high-heeled shoes. Her voluptuous figure and seductive face left little to the imagination and would’ve prompted unspeakable fantasies to form in the spectators’ minds.

She counted down in English...

“Five...”

“Four...”

The three cars at the starting line suddenly rumbled to life as their drivers revved their engines. Their bodyshells shook as the power beneath their hoods roared, waiting to be unleashed—like a snorting bull ready to charge at any given moment.

“Baby, wait for me, I’ll be visiting you tonight, hehe...”

Lei Shijian, in his suped-up Porsche, snickered lewdly, as if victory was already within his grasp and that Shen Qingyan was nothing more than a delicious meal just waiting to be savored at his pleasure.

“Three...”

“Two...”

“One...”

“Go!!!”

As soon as the blonde girl dropped the flags, the drivers, with their engines on high torque, released their clutches and their machines took off like thunder. Like the wind, the three cars whizzed past the blonde girl, and her hair fluttered and danced wildly as streams of fast-flowing air swirled in their wake.

The drones started to do their work as the precision cameras mounted on them started tracking the three cars and relaying images back to the giant screen, instantly giving the spectators the race status.

“Alright, let’s see... the three cars got off to a furious start, and, oh, wow... the Trumpchi is definitely living up to its reputation and is falling behind... right in the last place. Wolf King, who is in second place, has pulled away a good fifty meters—that’s the difference between a supercar and a tractor! No matter how fancy a tractor is made to look, there’s no way it can outrun a supercar,” the commentator said, “Oh, sorry, we’re getting off-topic, let’s get back to the competition at hand. Hmm, Queen is leading right now... oh, yes, she is indeed the track’s queen. She took the lead right from the start of the race. Now let’s see if she can keep her lead all the way till the end.”

The tall and skinny young commentator kept the audience engaged with the use of exciting and interesting points. Whenever he mentioned the Trumpchi, the commentator always put on an exaggerated expression on his face. Without fail, it got some laughs from the audience, who all agreed that this commentator was funny and interesting to listen to.

He did not deviate from the truth of the situation but merely embellished it with his brand of dry humor. The vehicles that Shen Qingyan and Lei Shijian drove were undoubtedly much better than Xiao Luo’s Trumpchi in terms of performance. When the cars were on the straights, the Trumpchi didn’t stand a chance, as very quickly, even its headlights disappeared from the screen.

For the spectators watching the race on the screen, it quickly evolved into a two-driver competition between Shen Qingyan and Lei Shijian.

Shen Qingyan’s Maserati took the lead, with Lei Shijian’s Porsche was tailing right behind her, and the distance between them was barely three meters apart. The speed she was driving, Shen Qingyan’s eyes looked fierce and determined; she seemed like a different person, appearing as if her body was possessed by another soul who had dominated her entirely.

She charged into the first corner with nerves of steel, turning the steering wheel one way then the other, while pulling up the handbrake, and controlling the throttle and brake pedals with her “heel-toe,” holding its drift line. As the Maserati began to drift into the sharp bend, the front of the car faced the mountain wall, as if it would crash into it. But, of course, the Maserati was actually sliding past the wall and into the bend. In the co-driver’s seat, Su Li shut her eyes and grabbed on tightly to the upper handrail for dear life.

Lei Shijian’s Porsche was just behind Shen Qingyan, and he initiated the drift at almost the same time as her as if they were drifting in tandem, and their movements were precisely the same!

“Oh, wow, a beautiful drift. Wolf King’s car got very close to the queen, and he matched her every movement in the chase; what skill! It’s simply stunning, and these are all inside drifts with the front fenders almost scrapping the inner guardrail. They’re really pushing the limits here... it’s way too thrilling and exciting—if you’re sitting in the car right now, you’d be so scared that you’d be peeing in your pants,” the commentator said, giving an in-depth explanation as he kept his eyes peeled on the action unfolding on the screen.

“Haha, haha...”

Everyone in the crowd laughed, but their eyes were glued to the huge screen and followed the race without blinking, mesmerized as the two frontrunners fought for the lead.

“Okay, now let’s look at the Trumpchi, in third place. Oops... let’s forget it, we can’t even spot its headlights anymore. We might as well conserve the resources of the drones, so let us just focus on Queen and Wolf King’s competition.”

“Hahaha...”

Another burst of laughter broke out among the crowd once again, several of them couldn’t stop and said: “This commentator is too bloody funny!”

The Maserati was still in the front and the Porsche right behind it, tailing it closely like a shadow, constantly pushing for an opportunity to overtake. The competition was fierce and the driving wild, but there was an order to the chaos, underscored by the drivers’ sublime skills and cool heads.

Shen Qingyan was concerned when she caught a glimpse of Su Li, who had turned pale. “Li, have you not gotten used to this yet?” she asked.

“Huh?”

Su Li shook her head. Although she had ridden shotgun in Shen Qingyan’s car many times before, even during competitions, she had yet to adapt to this kind of race, which required the car to be almost out of control when taking bends at extremely high speeds.

“It’s alright, it’s just motion sickness. If you ride a few more times, you’ll get used to it. Okay, here it comes, another corner, hold on tight!”

Shen Qingyan prompted Su Li to get her ready for the next drift as she changed down a gear mid-bend and threw the Maserati into oversteer. The rear-end swung into the drift, the tires screeched, momentarily losing traction with the road, and white smoke billowed as the rear wheels continued spinning under high torque.

Lei Shijian’s Porsche followed closely, locking his rear wheels and sustaining his drift around the bend, right behind the Maserati.

Lei Shijian’s co-driver, the medium-sized young man, was anxious as they continued to trail behind Shen Qingyan. “Boss, you can’t keep inhaling her exhaust, you have to overtake her and let her have a taste of your fumes,” he said.

“What’s the hurry? I know what I’m doing, I’ll only use my secret weapon when we get to the tenth corner!”

Lei Shijian scowled. As he had already lost to Shen Qingyan twice, he studied the clips of their past two races and had worked out his move when they made the tenth corner. He knew Shen Qingyan would drift on the outside, so he would be taking the inside drift, and he was 90% confident that this was enough to beat her.

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