Driving this Bugatti Hong Guang onto the racetrack, after all, we were both rich second generations, it was obvious that we came from strong backgrounds. The road to Jinhua Dog Market had clearly undergone a roadblock treatment, with not a single ordinary car in sight.
Everyone was standing on both sides of the street, and by now nearly a thousand people had gathered, including Zhao Rongjia and Mi Xiu right in the middle of the crowd, with some others being interviewed by reporters.
"Even reporters are here," Wang Hao couldn’t help but sigh, "This event is really something!"
By this time, a total of seven cars had already stopped in front of a white line in the middle of the road. Wang Hao took a glance; FF100, Lamborghini, Ferrari, Aston Martin, GTR, Bugatti, McLaren... Yep, plus our Bugatti Hong Guang, makes it exactly eight!
Ah, why do I suddenly feel like our car is so high-end?
Reporters soon surrounded him, microphones in hand and firing off questions," Mr. Wang Hao, what are your thoughts on tonight’s battle of the car gods?"
Wang Hao," I just hope no one dies."
Another reporter asked," Then Mr. Wang Hao, tonight is said to determine the king of the hill at Jin Ming Mountain, with the loser leaving behind their hood emblem, what do you think about that?"
Wang Hao," Doesn’t matter to me, my car’s emblem isn’t worth much anyway..."
With one sentence, Wang Hao turned back the reporters’ follow-up questions, leaving the group indignantly retreating. They then prepared their cameras, ready to capture Wang Hao’s anticipated defeat!
"Heh heh, Wang Hao, right?" Zhang Jiaxing approached Wang Hao with a chuckle, leaned in close to his ear, and said with a laugh," I didn’t expect you actually knew that little bug. Don’t worry, I won’t go easy on you, haha!"
"Don’t worry, I’ll try hard to disappoint you," Wang Hao shrugged and replied with a smile," Otherwise, wouldn’t it be a big letdown for you?"
As they spoke, the two of them got into their cars. Lan Qinglong came over quietly and asked," Brother Hao, any problems? I’ve bet my car on this too, you better not mess up!"
"Of course not," Wang Hao gave Lan Qinglong a thumbs-up," Just watch!"
While they were pumping each other up, Zhang Jiaxing’s friends were gossiping and exchanging glances—
"There’s going to be quite a show this time, Brother Jiaxing’s driving a Bugatti Veyron. With that kid’s crappy Wuling, how can he even compete with Brother Jiaxing?"
"That’s right, that junk car of his can’t even impress a girl in the city, let alone racing—it’s downright humiliating!"
"Sigh, it’s not just the two of them this time, there are so many professional racers too. Hey, what place do you reckon his junk car would come in?"
"Let me count, FF100, Lamborghini, Ferrari, Aston Martin, Maserati, Bugatti, McLaren... He should take the eighth place at best. Eight’s a lucky number anyway."
"Ha ha ha ha ha! Right on, bro! Perfect if he lands in eighth out of eight. Not bad, not bad!"
Hearing the discussions around him, Wang Hao nonchalantly shrugged. Looking at the lineup of world-famous sports cars positioned behind him, the corner of his mouth twitched—Did these guys really think his car couldn’t keep up with theirs?
"If you hadn’t mentioned it, I’d have forgotten," Wang Hao pulled out his car key and pressed a button on it," You see, my car can actually transform..."
"Screech screech screech—" A techy sound ensued as Wang Hao’s Bugatti Hong Guang’s chassis immediately lowered. By the time the sound finally stopped, the chassis of the Bugatti Hong Guang was at the same height as a genuine sports car!
Everyone in attendance was flabbergasted!
"Holy shit, his car can actually transform!"
"What the hell? This car has that kind of feature?"
"This... this is really a Wuling Hong Guang?"
Wang Hao let out a sneer—heh, a bunch of country bumpkins. Knowing full well what kind of trash Zhang Jiaxing was, how could Lan Qinglong not have a trump card up his sleeve?
"All good now," Wang Hao got into the car and then rolled down the window to look at Zhang Jiaxing," Hey, when do we start? It’s getting late, let’s get this race over with so I can go home and sleep..."
"Right away!" Today, indeed, Zhang Jiaxing had been caught off guard by Wang Hao. He glanced at the sports cars fueling up behind him and said," As soon as they’ve topped off their fuel, we’ll start!"
"Alright then," Wang Hao lit a cigarette and took a deep drag," I’m ready to go anytime."
Mi Xiu shouted from the side," You’ve got this, Brother Hao! You’re the best! You have to win!"
Wang Hao lit up a cigarette and said with a laugh," Don’t worry, I can handle both their tires no problem."
This guy blowing smoke again! You think you can run a race with just two wheels?
The fueling process went quickly, and in about ten minutes all cars were checked and ready, then the preparations began—
Zhao Rongjia, acting as one of the referees for the race, announced in a deep voice," Jin Ming Mountain Road is 16 kilometers long with thirty-two turns. Starting from our current position, we’ll head west all the way to Dog Market for a U-turn. Our people will be nearby to keep track; the rules are simple, whoever gets back here first, wins."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and soon they fastened their seatbelts, started their engines, and a very sexy girl carrying two flags made a round in front of the cars and got ready.
The roar of the engines began to rise, and the hearts of everyone watching lifted. The girl raised the flags high.
At that moment, all the cars’ rear wheels started spinning, kicking up a haze of blue smoke.
With a wave of the girl’s arms, the race began!
I forgot to publish it, sorry for the delay—please give me your recommendations~