"Damn it! Young Master Song, that girl… that girl is catching up!"
A panicked voice came from the second car in the Song family's convoy through the earpiece.
No wonder he was panicked.
In all his years of racing, this was the first time he had ever seen someone drive that fast and remain unaffected!
He felt like the car catching up from behind…
Was about to fly!
That's right.
Song Zhekun's earpiece was connected not only to the commentators' channel but also to his own Song family convoy's channel.
"Fuck!"
Song Zhekun's smug satisfaction, which he hadn't even had time to savor, was shattered by this news that made his face change.
He cursed.
His gaze turned incredibly sinister.
A six-kilometer gap.
How did she manage to catch up with so many turns?
How was it possible?
"Freak! She's a freak!"
People from the Song family convoy were screaming in panic through the earpiece again: "Young Master Song, she… she just flew over!"
Flew?
Song Zhekun tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
What a joke!
Even if it were the current head of the Chi family, who had successfully initiated qi circulation, they wouldn't be able to achieve sword flight.
This wandering daughter of the Ming family, whom everyone in the Ming family disliked and had driven out…
How could she fly?
"It's true! I just saw her car's shadow in the rearview mirror, it was on a track above me! At least five kilometers away."
"But… but when we passed the next turn… I just turned the steering wheel, and I saw her car body from the previous track directly… directly fly onto this track!"
"Now… now she's only 2.5 kilometers away from me!"
Currently, this racer from the Song family's convoy was maintaining a steady second-place speed, escorting Song Zhekun to victory from a safe distance.
After witnessing this thrilling scene,
He could barely speak coherently.
Song Zhekun hadn't even understood what he was saying.
How could a car fly?
Soon, the excited voice of the commentator, banging on the table, sounded through the earpiece: "It's flying! The young girl's car! It's really flying!"
There was no need to look to know.
The commentator had already stood up, banging on the table.
The entire venue was also in an uproaror, with shouts and screams.
The Yin Yang track was a circuit built around Yin Yang Mountain, starting from the summit and racing down to the foot of the mountain.
As a result, there were many turns, almost winding and spiraling.
The turn Ming Zheng took was separated from the track below by a cliff.
She used this opportunity of the turn
To violently launch her car off the track.
With a final spin and drift, she smoothly crossed the cliff and landed on the turn below.
Then, with a sharp turn of the steering wheel,
Her tires grazed the edge of the track below, navigating the bend!
This saved nearly 3 kilometers of the track!
It could be said that this maneuver was not something ordinary driving skills could handle.
Even professional racers couldn't guarantee they could perform such a feat under such a turn.
As expected of the girl with two hundred million yuan at stake!
She was worth that two hundred million!
It turned out that the two people who placed the bet knew that this young girl's driving skills were invincible, which was why they dared to risk such a large sum.
Today's race…
Young Master Song might not necessarily win!
Song Zhekun's face was dark. Listening to the commentator's impassioned narration through the earpiece, he could almost visualize all of Ming Zheng's maneuvers.
If it weren't for the live broadcast, he would have suspected that the driver of that gaudy purple sports car had been switched mid-race!
How could a girl possess such superb driving skills and courage?
Was she not afraid of death?
Song Zhekun's eyes were gloomy: "Intercept her!"
"Third just flew off the track trying to intercept her," the Song family convoy's racer gulped.
He was the number one racer in the Song family's convoy, a professional driver that Song Zhekun had spent a large sum of money to poach from an international team.
After shedding his identity as an international professional racer, he had also done many dirty deeds for Song Zhekun on the track.
This was the first time…
He felt a sense of fear.
"Intercept! If one car can't, surely two cars can block her?" Song Zhekun looked at the approaching turn, he decisively slowed down, checking the situation behind him in the rearview mirror.
Winning was one thing.
But smoothing out the edges of that little firecracker was another.
He had to make the little firecracker clearly understand…
What the consequences would be for offending him, Song Zhekun!
Moreover…
There was a "good show" waiting to unfold behind them.
If it eventually turned into… a scene of the Ming siblings fighting each other.
That would be even more interesting.
Just thinking about it made Song Zhekun's blood rush with excitement.
The spectators were completely baffled by Song Zhekun's actions.
There was only the final decisive turn left!
As long as Song Zhekun passed the turn before Ming Zheng, the outcome of the race would be a foregone conclusion.
But…
But why did Song Zhekun slow down?
What was he trying to do?
Soon, the crowd understood his intention.
In just these short tens of seconds,
Ming Zheng's car had caught up to the Song family convoy's number one car.
The Song family convoy, without any hesitation, turned their steering wheel into Ming Zheng's lane.
He didn't, like the third car, cross his vehicle directly to block Ming Zheng's path.
Instead, he occupied Ming Zheng's lane.
Leaving her no opportunity to overtake.
In such a situation,
Even if Ming Zheng forced her way through,
At her speed of four to five hundred kilometers per hour…
She would inevitably fly off the track due to the impact!
Ming Zheng gradually slowed down.
She appeared to be on the verge of being forced to stop by the Song family convoy's car.
One minute later.
The giant screen now displayed the perspectives of three cars.
Yes.
Three cars.
Ming Zheng and the Song family convoy's car were moving forward stably, having caught up to Song Zhekun's car, which had slowed down.
The moment Song Zhekun and the Song family convoy converged,
They directly formed a parallel formation of two cars.
The already narrow track instantly had no space for overtaking.
And it completely blocked Ming Zheng's path.
And…
The last turn.
Only one kilometer away!
Even if Ming Zheng's racing car could fly,
At this moment, it couldn't fly past the interception of the two Song family cars!
The spectators now understood.
Young Master Song was getting revenge for Ming Zheng's humiliation of letting him run seven kilometers ahead!
This way of racing,
Preventing anyone from overtaking and leaving them helpless.
It was a stifling tactic.
Shameless!
"Whoosh—"
Just at this intense moment,
A blue racing car sped forward.
Its speed reached an astonishing 300 kilometers per hour!
"That's… Ming Fifth Master's car!"
"Ming Fifth Master is catching up!"
"No, no! Ming Fifth Master should have seen the stalemate ahead and slowed down in advance! Why is he accelerating instead!"
"If Ming Fifth Master doesn't brake soon, he'll crash into the young girl!"