Ye Qiu knew that these people were calling him an old driver to sarcastically mock him.

However, he didn't care. He pointed at Song Fei's car and said, "That one then."

Although Ye Qiu's Mercedes had decent performance, it wasn't a sports car, and its speed was a major weakness. On the other hand, Song Fei's car, while only a low-end sports car, was at least still a sports car.

"Alright!"

Seeing that Ye Qiu wanted to drive Song Fei's car, an enigmatic smile appeared on Yang Tian's face.

The race began!

There were a total of ten cars participating in the race. This number was common in regular races, but tonight it was quite unusual.

Because tonight was a wager between two sides, with only Ye Qiu competing on his side, while the other nine were on Yang Tian's side.

With a car inferior to others and being outnumbered by nine times, everyone felt that Ye Qiu's defeat was inevitable!

"Sisi, why do you trust that kid so much? This race concerns you..."

Song Fei didn't dare to continue, knowing how important a woman's honor was to her. Some individuals, unable to bear the psychological pressure, might choose to end their lives after being humiliated by a man.

"I believe he can win."

Song Sisi looked at the car driven by Ye Qiu, and her eyes were somewhat dazed!

Over the years, she didn't know what Ye Qiu had been through or what had happened, but in her eyes, she always believed that Ye Qiu was like the most brilliant star, dazzling wherever he went, impossible to be ignored.

"Crazy..."

Song Fei deflated like a punctured ball. He always felt that leaving his fate in the hands of someone else was not a good feeling.

"Whoa..."

While they were talking, the ten cars at the foot of the mountain started up, each turning into a shadow and charging straight ahead.

Among these ten cars, nine were supercars, while only Ye Qiu's was a sports car, and a low-end one at that.

However, under Ye Qiu's control, this sports car showed tendencies of being evenly matched with those supercars.

"What the heck? This broken car's take-off speed is actually so fast?"

The owners of the other nine supercars were dumbfounded. It was commonly known that a car's speed depended mainly on two factors: the top speed and the acceleration from start to top speed.

Yet, the car Ye Qiu was driving seemed to ignore the slow acceleration phase and directly reached peak speed.

Ahead, seeing Ye Qiu catching up, Yang Tian sneered and said into his headset:

"Hit him!"

Upon hearing Yang Tian's order, the two cars near Ye Qiu pressed closer without hesitation upon hearing Yang Tian's words.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Soon, three cars started colliding with each other.

With the collisions, the speed of the three vehicles fell noticeably from their previous full-throttle state.

The other seven cars swiftly pulled away from Ye Qiu.

The opponents had a total of nine participants, and no matter who won, it meant Ye Qiu lost. So, this race was unfair from the start.

But Ye Qiu didn't care. Even with two people continually obstructing him, he steadily maneuvered his car forward.

Soon, the three cars reached the first bend.

At the bend, the two instinctively slowed down, knowing that maintaining top speed on a curve, with poor control, could lead to catastrophic accidents. Their main task was to restrain Ye Qiu, without risking it all.

Seeing their speed decrease, a cold smile appeared on Ye Qiu's face. Just twenty meters from the curve, he floored the gas pedal.

"Whoa..."

His car instantly transformed into a shadow, breaking free from their encirclement.

"What?"

"He's insane! Accelerating on a curve like that?"

The two were shocked by Ye Qiu's move, but in the next second, they were utterly stunned.

Ye Qiu jerked the steering wheel, and his sports car executed a perfect drift, taking the curve with ease.

Moreover, after exiting the curve, he didn't reduce his speed, continuing to charge forward at top speed.

"Damn, he's overtaken us. That kid's Porsche is heading your way."

The two quickly reported through their walkie-talkies.

"What? You two useless idiots, getting overtaken by a low-end sports car with two supercars?" Yang Tian erupted, cursing loudly, "But it doesn't matter; even if he overtakes you two, so what?"

Indeed, to Yang Tian, this overtaking didn't matter much since there were still seven cars ahead of Ye Qiu.

Soon, Ye Qiu was approaching another bend.

Hard on the gas, perfect drift!

Ye Qiu's sports car was significantly outperformed by other supercars, but the only place he could close the gap was on the curves.

After drifting through several curves, Ye Qiu once again approached a supercar.

Seeing Ye Qiu catch up to him, the driver didn't panic but instead smirked, even deliberately slowing down, waiting for Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu didn't disappoint; within seconds, he caught up, and coincidentally, they reached another bend.

"I want to see how you overtake me!"

The driver sneered, occupying the center of the road, his speed extremely slow, suggesting he might stop.

"Trying to stop me? Ha!"

Ye Qiu saw through his intent and coldly smirked. Instead of stopping when blocked, he continued to floor the accelerator.

"Bang!"

Soon, the two cars collided.

But Ye Qiu's speed was too fast. He didn't stop, continuing to press forward.

"What the hell!"

The stopped driver's owner cursed loudly. His car had halted but Ye Qiu's didn't, pushing him forward, and ahead lay a bend. If pushed like this, wouldn't he be pushed off the road?

This terrified the driver, prompting him to quickly accelerate and try to distance himself from Ye Qiu.

But it was too late!

Before the car could drive away, Ye Qiu rammed straight into him, pushing him off the road.

"Bang!"

Immediately, a loud crash echoed down the mountain.

"What's happening?"

In the quiet night, the sound was loud, prompting those ahead to inquire quickly. But the crashed driver could no longer answer their questions.

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