Ming Zheng's car only vibrated slightly.
It hadn't lost control at all!
The next second.
The garish purple sports car suddenly accelerated.
In the camera's view, one could faintly see the girl's cool and radiant face, expressionless.
She quickly turned the steering wheel.
As if she felt no sense of being on the brink of life and death.
"Screech—"
The ear-piercing friction sound, like a death knell.
The garish purple sports car's center of gravity suddenly pressed down in one direction!
As if it would deviate from the track at any moment!
It looked exceptionally thrilling.
With a loud "thump."
The garish purple car turned, slithering like a snake, and bypassed Song's team's car!
"Holy crap!!!"
"What kind of maneuver is that!"
"You can even race like this on this track?"
"How does that girl have such incredible driving skills? How did she do it?"
"I haven't even figured it out yet! Not even in slow motion!"
The onlookers screamed in amazement.
Even though they hadn't bet on Ming Zheng.
But after witnessing such an exciting and perilous display of driving skill, they all felt their blood boil.
"Still, even though the girl's driving skill is fine, this race is still lost."
"She fell behind by seven kilometers from the start, and now with Song's team's third-place car delaying her, the gap between the girl and Young Master Song has widened to ten kilometers!"
"Ten kilometers. Unless the girl can fly, there's no way... no chance."
"Even if she could fly, it wouldn't matter, this is Young Master Song's territory."
Especially since Young Master Song himself was racing today.
For other teams to win?
Simply impossible.
There is no absolute fairness in the world.
The knowledge behind it runs deep.
At this moment, the commentator's voice boomed from the broadcast: "Song's team's car, after being impacted by the girl's car, experienced a violent collision and spun 360 degrees!"
"Now, the car is completely out of the racer's control!"
"Song's team's third-place car is about to fly off the track!"
The Song team's car that had intercepted Ming Zheng, after a violent spin and losing control, veered off the track.
This is what happens when you harm others, you ultimately harm yourself.
The crowd couldn't help but sigh.
Ming Zhirou listened to the discussions around her, and a deep gloom gradually spread over her eyes.
She hadn't expected...
That bitch could actually race!
And Fifth Brother's car had been trailing behind her, showing no intention of winning the championship.
Could it be that he was attracted by that bitch's driving skills?
How could that bitch be so lucky!
Why wasn't it her who flew off the track and plunged into the abyss?
Why wasn't it her who ended up with a wrecked car and dead!
If only Ming Zheng could have died on the track, how wonderful that would have been.
Ming Zhirou thought viciously in her heart.
Meanwhile, Ming Zheng on the track accelerated her car to its maximum speed, yet it moved steadily forward!
Her expression was calm, her gaze fixed on the bend ahead.
"The girl is still accelerating, still accelerating! Four hundred and fifty kilometers per hour! Five hundred... five hundred kilometers per hour!"
"Approaching the next bend!"
"Closer! Closer! The gap between the girl and Young Master Song has closed to eight kilometers!"
"Seven kilometers!"
"Six kilometers!"
The commentator's attention was now entirely focused on Ming Zheng's car.
Wanting to see if this girl could create a miracle.
After watching for so long.
Everyone could tell.
That the girl didn't immediately seize the initiative at the start of the race, but instead remained at the starting line.
It wasn't out of fear, or because she didn't know how to drive.
It was...
To toy with Young Master Song.
To belittle Young Master Song.
In her eyes, Song's team didn't even require her to exert her full strength.
Arrogant!
The girl was incredibly arrogant.
But she did have the capital to be arrogant.
Everyone else saw this.
Ming Yanlun, following behind, naturally noticed it too.
After personally witnessing how Ming Zheng weaved through Song's team's car interception and charged forward.
And even after experiencing such a turn of events.
Not only did she not slow down to stabilize her car.
She was actually continuing to accelerate!
How confident in her driving skills would one have to be to go all out like this?
At least...
He couldn't do it.
Ming Yanlun now deeply realized the gap between himself and Ming Zheng.
Racing was his consistently proud strong suit.
Yet, he was being so thoroughly crushed by a sister he had always looked down upon as a good-for-nothing.
Ming Yanlun couldn't quite articulate his feelings at this moment.
He watched as his car pulled further and further away from Ming Zheng, and after a bend, he could no longer see Ming Zheng's shadow.
He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to catch up.
Today, in the Yin Yang Race, he... was destined to be without a champion.
Ming Yanlun slowly reduced his speed, intending to brake and surrender directly, so he could focus on Ming Zheng's situation via the big screen.
But he discovered...
He couldn't reduce his speed or brake!
Ming Yanlun's eyes darkened!
The image of Song Zhekun's insidious and cunning face immediately flashed in his mind.
It was Song Zhekun's doing!
A racer who had participated in professional races wouldn't fail to notice a problem with his brakes.
It was only because... Song Zhekun had arranged for professionals to tamper with it, and it was too subtle!
At first, he couldn't detect it at all.
As the car's speed changed, especially during continuous acceleration...
And even more so after he had stepped on the accelerator to chase Ming Zheng...
The brake issue became more and more apparent!
Unable to slow down, unable to brake!
And on this Yin Yang track, his car would only go faster and faster...
Once he encountered a bend...
His car would be uncontrollable.
He was doomed!
Sweat beaded on Ming Yanlun's forehead, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
He gritted his teeth, trying hard to calm himself and maintain the car's stability.
The speed... was increasing...
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Song Zhekun turned the steering wheel, accelerating rapidly towards the final bend ahead!
It was a 90-degree turn.
Built on the edge of a steep mountain road.
The bend was narrow, and the ground was uneven.
It was the most dangerous fatal bend on the Yin Yang track!
This was also the bend where the most accidents occurred.
As long as he passed this bend, he had victory in his grasp!
This was not Song Zhekun's first time navigating this bend.
But it was undoubtedly his most nervous and thrilling time!
Because, he was wearing an earpiece.
The commentator's voice was coming through the earpiece.
He could control the real-time situation on the track through the commentator's remarks.
He could also clearly know the gap between Ming Zheng and himself.
A true daughter of privilege was indeed a true daughter of privilege.
The noble blood and talent in her bones were indeed extraordinary.
She actually had some real skill.
It was a shame...
She encountered him.
With six kilometers remaining.
She was utterly helpless!
Let that little chili be his plaything obediently.
Her appearance, her personality.
Should keep him interested for a while.
Thinking of Ming Zheng's radiant and stunning face, Song Zhekun couldn't help but lick his lips, smiling with extreme wickedness.