The blue race car charged forward like a wild beast, roaring.
Four kilometers!
Three kilometers…
Closer!
Getting closer!
But the blue car showed no signs of stopping.
Was Ming Wu Shao planning to take the young girl… with him to the grave?
Everyone couldn't help but cover their eyes, unable to bear witness to the impending tragedy.
Ming Yan Lun naturally saw the standoff ahead. His expression grew increasingly grim, sweat beading on his forehead and wetting his eyelashes.
Slamming on the brakes was futile.
If this continued…
He would truly collide with Ming Zheng!
They would definitely go off the track and plummet into the abyss!
Ming Yan Lun’s hands gripped the steering wheel, veins bulging.
He…
Had to steer off the track before hitting Ming Zheng.
Only then could he possibly avoid… dragging Ming Zheng down with him.
But steering off the track meant…
He would fall into the abyss, his car destroyed, his life forfeit!
Just as Ming Yan Lun was about to wrench the steering wheel.
A soft, sweet, and tender face suddenly appeared before his eyes, calling to him softly, "Fifth Brother…"
Rou’er!
Ming Yan Lun’s heart clenched.
He… he should crash into Ming Zheng’s car for Rou’er, and take Ming Zheng with him in death!
As long as Ming Zheng was dead.
Rou’er would be the legitimate daughter of the Ming family.
She would be the only daughter of the Ming family.
Even if he died, he had to pave the way for Rou’er’s future…!
Conflicting emotions made Ming Yan Lun’s mind increasingly chaotic.
The car became even more uncontrollable.
In just a brief moment of hesitation…
The distance between the cars…
Had shrunk to only 1.5 kilometers!
They were about to collide!
Ming Yan Lun’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.
His wide eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets, tinged with a bloody red.
One kilometer.
Eight hundred meters.
Five hundred meters…
Ming Yan Lun gritted his teeth.
In the end, he couldn't bring himself to do something so against his conscience.
He violently turned the steering wheel, the blue car veering off the track…
"Screech—"
A piercing brake sound, deafening.
It made Ming Yan Lun’s heart leap into his throat.
His eyes reflected a bright purple.
That shade of purple.
It was positioned directly in front of his car.
Ming Yan Lun froze at first.
A few seconds later.
He reacted, his bloodshot eyes widening, and he yelled hoarsely, "Ming Zheng! Are you crazy? Get out! Get out!"
He had already prepared himself to fly off the track.
Why was she coming over?
If they collided, they would both die!
Was Ming Zheng insane?
Ming Yan Lun’s heart tensed, making it difficult to breathe.
It felt as though, in the next second.
He would suffocate to death.
And within the purple sports car, the girl’s beautiful little face was cold, not even glancing his way.
She calmly turned the steering wheel, adjusted the accelerator and handbrake.
"Mind your own business and don't drag me down."
Though on the race track with the wind howling.
He could clearly hear Ming Zheng’s voice, devoid of any emotion.
Faintly, there was a trace of annoyance mixed in.
Dragging her down…
In Ming Zheng’s eyes, he was actually a burden!
But at this moment, Ming Yan Lun was completely unable to refute this statement.
Nor could he, because of this statement…
Harbor any further resentment towards Ming Zheng.
Ming Zheng knew it was a death trap.
Yet, she still drove forward to save him.
Especially considering how terribly he had treated her before!
In this instant, countless images flashed through Ming Yan Lun’s mind.
Scene after scene, frame by frame.
But he suddenly realized…
In his memory, everything related to Ming Zheng was merely a few strokes.
If Ming Zheng knew what Ming Yan Lun was thinking at this moment, she would want to roll her eyes at him and say—
"What kind of idiotic fantasy are you having?"
Saving him?
And risking her life to save him?
Bah!
Don't disgust her.
Did he deserve it?
She had merely calculated the most perfect escape route in her mind when she saw Ming Yan Lun’s car approaching.
She understood that Ming Yan Lun’s car was already completely out of control.
It was precisely because of his lack of control that she had a golden opportunity.
But Ming Yan Lun did not know Ming Zheng’s plan.
He could only watch as his own car, with one-third of its body already off the track and about to plunge into the abyss.
With a "bang."
Violently collided with that purple sports car.
The sound of the impact was deafening.
Even inside his professionally modified car, with its peak shock absorption, Ming Yan Lun could feel a powerful jolt.
Following that, his car spun violently under the impact.
Even with full protection.
Ming Yan Lun, sitting in the driver’s seat, couldn't escape some repercussions.
It felt as though his internal organs were about to be thrown out.
"Ugh!"
The moment the car stopped.
A wave of intense pain struck him.
He felt a sticky fluid flowing from his head.
He tried to lift his hand to wipe it.
But as his hand moved slightly, a tearing, piercing pain shot through him, rendering him powerless to lift it.
His hand…
His hand!
Ming Yan Lun had no time to think.
His vision went dark, and he completely lost consciousness.
At the same time—
On the massive screen.
As the vibrant purple sports car and the blue race car collided.
The blue race car, spun like a top by the impact, rotated back onto the track from the edge of the cliff.
Then…
The purple sports car, propelled by the force of the collision, shot forward like a cannonball, scraping along the track ahead.
Under such a violent impact.
Even if the young girl wanted to brake, she couldn't!
Wouldn't this directly cause her to hit those two cars from the Song family?
No!
The No. 1 car from the Song family team clearly intended to use its own chassis to block her car!
Closer!
The distance was getting closer!
They were about to collide!
"She… she’s risking her own life to save Fifth Young Master Ming!"
"I heard Fifth Young Master Ming is the young girl’s elder brother, she’s saving her own brother…"
"Oh my god! They’ve collided! They’ve collided! Can that car withstand this impact?"
Clearly…
This was a moment on the brink of life and death.
But under the camera, the stunningly beautiful girl had a cold, elegant little face, her eyes devoid of emotion, fixed on the road ahead.
There was not a trace of panic on her face.
She simply slammed on the accelerator and yanked the steering wheel hard to the left.
Instantly, the entire car seemed to be heading off the left side of the track.
But two wheels merely brushed the edge of the track.
Almost the entire weight of the car was pressed onto the left tire.
"Screech—"
The sound of the tire grinding against the ground was more piercing than any before.
Like blades, cutting into their eardrums.
Hearts leaped into their throats.
At this moment, Ming Zheng, with a calm expression, adjusted the steering wheel again.
The car spun into mid-air, executing a 180-degree drift.
"Bang!"
The rear of the car swung around and landed heavily on the track.
Precisely…
In front of the two cars from the Song family team!