Chapter 46: The OP Indian Ah San!

  "Have you ever driven a Ferrari? It's none of your business."

  "Ha! You think you're ready? Let's get started right away! But let me warn you, I'm going to crush you, and you'd better be prepared to lose not just the game, but also your pride!"

  "Am I, Qin Shaozhong, someone who can't afford to lose?"

  The red-haired young man was extremely disdainful, with a tone of invincibility in his words.

  "Alright then, let's get started."

  Ye Chengfeng drove the Ferrari to the starting line and beckoned to him with a provocative gesture.

  "Brother Che Shen, should we delay for a few more days?"

  Lin Ziyan was somewhat short of breath, and immediately said in a low voice: "Qin Shaozhong is not only the son of the Qin Group, but also the most famous racing driver in Shanghai. He has been practicing on this track for a long time."

  "You don't have confidence in me like this?"

  "But..."

  "Alright, alright, hurry up and fasten your seatbelt, let's see him lose his little chicken."

  Ye smiled with relish as he floored it, the roar of the engine shaking the heavens.

  "Security uncle, you'll be crying when you turn back."

  Qin Shaozhong pulled up alongside the Ferrari and rolled down his window with a smile.

  Finally, she didn't forget to take a glance at Lin Ziyu's sexy and fiery figure, with an utterly unbridled appearance.

  "Why so many useless words? Can't you just compare?"

  Ye glared at him with a stern expression.

  "Ready!"

  A woman dressed in a floral headdress stood at the midpoint between two cars, holding high a small flag and then lowering it heavily: "Start!"

  "Hmm——"

  It's indeed a Bugatti sports car. Qin Shaozhong stepped on the accelerator, and the silver-gray Bugatti shot forward like a cannonball leaving its chamber, roaring fiercely ahead.

  On the contrary, Ye's Ferrari started slowly and was a full second slower off the line. Moreover, its acceleration was also slow, and it fell behind the Bugatti in front by more than 100 meters in just a few seconds.

  "Haha, this security uncle is really funny."

  The men and women who followed Qin Shaozhong were laughing with joy at this moment.

  Ye's speed in this chase is clearly amateurish, and with the difference in vehicle performance, it would be a miracle if he could catch up to Bugatti.

  "Come on, Car God!"

  Lin Ziyan encouraged herself with a loud voice, as if she had made some important decision.

  "Alright, beautiful girl, let's refuel, I'll add it!"

  He stepped on the gas and sped off in pursuit of the Bugatti.

  "Damn! What a nerve disease! At the beginning, it was a straight road and he didn't accelerate. Now that we've entered an area with many sharp turns, he's actually speeding up. He's really ill."

  "Does it concern you if others want to die?"

  Qin Shaozhong's loyal followers were all extremely disdainful.

  Even Qin Shaozhong on Bugatti also showed a cold smile at this time.

  No racing driver would drive like this when cornering at high speed.

  Even if you drift past without braking, shouldn't you slow down?

  Ke Ye sped up with the wind, and the more he turned, the faster he went. Lin Zi Qian's face was pale, but she still didn't make a sound, only tightly grasping the seat.

  It didn't take long before all those who had mocked Ye Chengfeng were unable to laugh anymore.

  Because they actually saw Ye Chengfeng turn the car sideways on a sharp turn, speeding wildly on only two wheels.

  Following a curve and immediately returning to normal, repeatedly changing direction with two wheels through the turn.

  As a result, the Bugatti, which had been drifting through the corners with its brakes locked up, was left trailing the Ferrari by a full three turns, a distance of over 300 meters.

  Even if Qin Shaozhong was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, he didn't dare to accelerate recklessly to chase after him, because he simply couldn't control the car as fast as Ye Chengfeng did during sharp turns, or else it would end in a fatal crash.

  "Damn! Indian driver is driving recklessly! Can a car be driven like this?"

  "It's incredibly awesome, god-like cornering skills."

  Qin Shaozhong's loyal followers were shocked beyond words.

  As Qin Shaozhong also has a professional racing club, they naturally often come into contact with them and can see cool drifting techniques every day.

  But like a leaf on the wind, accelerating when cornering and only using two wheels to move forward, it's still the first time I've seen this.

  It wasn't until then that they realized that while racing performance can affect winning or losing to a certain extent, technique is equally important.

  Just like Qin Shaozhong's Bugatti, which outperforms the Ferrari 458 in terms of performance, but does Qin Shaozhong dare to drive as fast as Ye Chengfeng on sharp turns?

  Obviously dare not.

  So, Ye Chengfeng used his incredible cornering skills to directly throw Qin Shaozhong's Bugatti behind him.

  The game ended without suspense.

  Ye Chengfeng has already gone back and forth, but Qin Shaozhong is still driving carefully through the sharp turn, even sometimes slamming on the brakes at the edge of the cliff, almost falling off, driving in a completely disorganized manner, what's left of his reputation as Shanghai's number one racing driver?

  By the time Qin Shaozhong returned, Ye Chengfeng's cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor.

  "You're really slow." Ye Chengfeng shook his head, very impatiently, "You gambled and lost, now it's time to pay up, isn't it?"

  "You...are really just a security guard?"

  Qin Shaozhong looked at Ye Chengfeng with some trepidation.

  He thinks that Ye Shengfeng's cornering technique should be the ultimate in the racing world.

  "Nonsense, can't you see the security uniform on me?" Ye Chengfeng pointed and urged, "Hurry up and cut it yourself."

  "Do you think this is possible?"

  Qin Shaozhong suddenly burst out laughing, his words laced with disdain: "If it were just a Bugatti, I'd genuinely concede defeat. But when it comes to a man's family jewels, how could I possibly back down?"

  "Are you implying I should take matters into my own hands?"

  Ye's eyes turned cold as he rode the wind.

  What he dislikes most is this kind of deceitful person.

  If you can't afford to lose, don't gamble.

  "Do you think you have a chance today?" Qin Shaozhong sneered and said with great satisfaction, "Take a look behind you!"

  "Qin Shaozhong, you... are despicable!"

  Lin Ziyan's face changed greatly as she watched.

  That was eight open-top Hummers, with five burly men standing on each one.

  The two leading cars are two limited edition Lamborghinis, one red and one black.

  "Do you think I really lost my way just because I didn't come back for so long?"

  Qin Shaozhong revealed a faintly contemptuous smile: "I'm not afraid to tell you, early on when I realized I was going to lose, I had already secretly called for someone."

  "So what?"

  Ye Chengfeng coldly sneered: "Do you think I would be afraid of just this one person?"

  In a short while, eight open-top Hummers surrounded Ye Chengfeng and Lin Ziyu, along with Qin Shaozhong and his group.

  A woman in red and a bald young man with a blue dragon tattoo on his left arm got out of the Lamborghini.

  "Phoenix Sister, Green Dragon Head!"

  Qin Shaozhong hastily nodded and bowed as he went forward, then pointed at Ye Chengfeng and said: "It's this guy, he wants to cut off my lifeline."

  "Oh?"

  The woman in red heard this and immediately turned her head to look at Ye Shengfeng, then opened her bright red lips, and was instantly stunned.

  "What's wrong, Sister Feng?"

  The young man with a shaved head and a tattoo of a green dragon on his left arm looked at him strangely, equally stunned.

  At this moment, he couldn't help but tremble all over, where was the domineering aura when he just got off the car?

  All he had was the excitement and fear when he saw Ye Shengfeng.