Chen Yubo, already sunk by the plot twist, wiped his sweat and noticed Ji Jue, who had finally arrived. He felt a huge relief. "You finally made it, Brother Ji!"

If Ji Jue hadn't come soon, Chen feared he would have lost even the last of his fans.

"Ah, Brother Chen, you're so much older than me, how is it appropriate for you to call me Brother Ji?" Ji Jue warmly clasped his hand. "Just call me Little Ji."

"Let's each call what each prefers!"

"Come on, let's take a look at the car first."

Ji Jue led the way to a bright red sports car that shone like fire.

It was a famous top-tier sports car from the Federation, the latest model released just last year, limited to ninety-one units.

For someone like Ji Jue, who had not been free from poverty for long, such a sight was only available in games and in some internet celebrities' selfies.

With just a touch, he understood everything about the car.

It was flawless, with no signs of wear and tear, as if it had just rolled off the assembly line, not even a full tank of gas used up yet.

The condition was outstanding—absolutely perfect!

"7.4-liter twin-turbocharged, 1790 horsepower, peak torque of 1810 Nm, acceleration from zero to a hundred in 2.4 seconds.

I had everything upgraded to top specs at the official factory's customization workshop, all for the sake of ultimate weight reduction, so the shell is entirely carbon fiber. It brought the total weight down to 1300 kilograms."

Chen Yubo knew the car's performance details like the back of his hand, exuding the extravagant beauty of the wealthy who buy cars yet never drive them, which was quite admirable.

Who would have thought that someone who genuinely loved sports cars would drive at just eighty on the freeway fast lane?

"That guy with the surname Mu, grabbing some outdated modified Mustang, dares to play with me?" he laughed proudly. "How about that? Is victory within our grasp?"

"It's hard to say, after all, it's not a race on a professional track where we simply go around in circles."

Ji Jue shook his head. "Besides, the modifications on Mustangs can vary greatly—some are so heavily modified, even the mother couldn't recognize it. If you meet a real tough competitor, they might even stuff a jet engine inside, powering up so intensely that it takes shortcuts through reincarnation.

Also, according to what you said, some outsider comes to our local car club to stir up trouble and challenge you in such a high-stakes race, it all seems like setting the stage for a scam.

Do you know his background?"

"Ah, don't worry, I've done my research. He's a second-generation rich kid whose family is into construction."

Chen Yubo pulled out his phone. "Back in his college days, he went to the Empire's F2 circuit for training, but wasn't selected, didn't make much of a name for himself. After returning, he was all haughty, acting superior to everyone. Eventually, he offended someone in Tide City and couldn't make it there, so he ran off to Cliff City."

"The section of Lotus Mountain track you guys picked out, I looked at it last night—15 kilometers long, over ninety curves, more than twenty of them sharp, and six S-bends. In mountain road racing, sometimes high performance doesn't matter. Later, we should really go check out the actual road on-site, to avoid any accidents."

"OK, sounds good to me."

Chen the boss was amiable and easygoing, casually pulling out his phone: "It's almost noon, what should we eat? I know a good takeout place, how about we all have something together? I still have two episodes of an anime series to finish."

Ji Jue was about to say, forget about that crappy anime, the race is more important, but then he saw the page Chen had opened on his phone.

It wasn't a food delivery app, but the special home service page from Cliff City's top Tide City cuisine, Meilong Restaurant, where a team of star chefs comes with their own ingredients and tools...

Bro, since you're the boss, I'll listen to you!

Everything went just as Ji Jue had anticipated and arranged, orderly and smooth. If nothing unexpected happened, then the following process would be, use his capabilities, awaken the sports car, substitute in the race, win the competition, make the boss happy, collect the final payment, and come again next time.

Unfortunately, the plan had only just started, and it might be doomed already.

"Dream on!!!!"

The furious Kun Peng roared in Ji Jue's consciousness, its engine thundering a grieving accusation: "Do you know what kind of life I've had in the last year and a half?

I've been eating dust every damn day, bro!"

The enraged sports car revved its engine wildly in the garage, the sound thunderous: "When I first left the factory, they were modifying and upgrading me, and I thought the good days had finally come.

But ever since this son of a ***** brought me home, he hasn't even touched the steering wheel. He just let me lie in the garage and wait for death, a whole year and a half!

Except for maintenance, I haven't even seen what a highway looks like.

Finally, there's a chance to get out today, more than fifty kilometers, and this ****** crawled here at thirty mph, thirty mph! Even a little electric scooter could outrun my car!

Such bad luck, really bad luck!

I wish I had just rotted in the factory back then!

And now, he finally thinks of me? Oh, because he needs something, wants me to help him win a race? Just two words, dream on! I'd rather rot in the garage, get scrapped and sent to a junkyard, than help him drive one more time!

Today, I'll stall as soon as I start, he's definitely losing!"

In a final uproar from burning its tires madly, Kun Peng howled: "Even a car god couldn't drive me out a hundred meters, mark my words!"

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