Chapter 2

"Start!"

Suddenly, the bikini beauty waved the colorful flag in her hand, and in an instant, amidst the screams and cheers of the crowd, the two cars shot forward like lightning.

People rushed to the electronic screens to watch the race from the perspective of the remote-controlled drones overhead.

"Liu Feng's starting speed is so fast!"

"Of course, the two cars aren't even in the same league."

"Not necessarily. After all, Brother Feng has the skills of a professional driver, while Zhang Han hasn't touched a sports car for five years, right?"

From the screen, it was clear that Liu Feng's Ferrari had taken a ten-meter lead after five seconds. Don't underestimate these ten meters; in a race, leading by a bit of distance often means having the initiative and a greater advantage.

On the first half of the winding road, the two cars performed various intricate drifts, one after the other. The sound of tires screeching against the ground could be heard even from the mountain top.

"Liu Feng, the king of Los Angeles drivers, has his own unique understanding and talent. These simple drifts are executed perfectly."

A bald middle-aged man was making comments. He was a professional racing commentator. As he spoke, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? I didn't expect Zhang Han's drifts to be much better than Liu Feng's. His control of distance and force is truly masterful. He really has some skills!"

From the camera view, the blue Ford Mustang's drift speed and precision were smoother than the Ferrari's.

Gradually, the distance between the two cars narrowed. Just as the Ford Mustang was about to overtake, the Ferrari began to sway from side to side, performing a sharp block.

This slowed the Ford Mustang's momentum.

"Hmm, Liu Feng's blocking is excellent. However, he needs to be careful on the next long curve. A slight mistake could result in being overtaken," the bald man said, staring intently at the screen.

The two cars entered the long curve one after the other. While drifting, Liu Feng controlled his car to block Zhang Han, preventing him from overtaking.

Seeing this, the bald man praised, "Nice, nice, this move is impressive."

"Of course, he is Brother Feng after all!"

"How can a mere Zhang Han be a match for Brother Feng?"

"..."

"The next section is a straight track. After this, it's the final and most challenging part of Wolf Walk Mountain, the Nine Bends and Eighteen Curves. The first half of the straight track will definitely be a full-speed sprint. Before the entrance to the curves, they need to reduce their speed by half, or there's a risk of a fatal crash," the bald man said, stroking his chin.

Sure enough, the two cars entered the straight track and sped forward at full speed.

At this moment, a cold smile flashed in the eyes of the fat man standing in the corner.

Inside the Mustang, Zhang Han's lips curved into the same smile.

"Sure enough, the braking system has failed, hasn't it?"

In his previous life, he had flipped his car and suffered serious injuries on the Nine Bends and Eighteen Curves because the car couldn't slow down. The cause of all this was his former subordinate, Dong Hu.

Dong Hu was the fat man who had cheered him on earlier. A few years ago, he was a migrant worker in Beijing. By chance, he started following Zhang Han. Although Zhang Han was young and impulsive, he was good to his subordinates. With Zhang Han's help, Dong Hu had a thriving business, running a used car dealership, owning a car and a house in Beijing, and having over five million in savings, living a very comfortable life.

But when Zhang Han got into trouble five years ago, Dong Hu didn't even send a word of concern. It wasn't until a few days ago that he pretended to reconnect, with the real purpose of today's race.

"However... I never intended to slow down in the first place!"

Zhang Han smiled faintly.

Conventionally, it's difficult to drift without brakes, but nothing is absolute. Zhang Han's precise control of force could break this limitation.

At this moment, Liu Feng continued to control his car to block Zhang Han. As they approached the entrance to the Nine Bends and Eighteen Curves, Liu Feng smoothly moved his car to the right.

"You can't slow down, can you?"

Liu Feng sneered, looking at the Ford Mustang that had overtaken him, his eyes filled with anticipation of a fatal crash.

On the other side, the people watching on the electronic screens gasped in shock.

"He's not slowing down? Does he want to die? The Nine Bends and Eighteen Curves are a death trap. If he's not careful, he'll fall off the cliff!" the bald man frowned deeply.

"Man, Zhang Han is really daring."

"I think he's had enough of life!"

"Better to die and be reborn. He must have come to terms with it."

"..."

In the corner, a cute little girl by Dong Hu's feet could only see the legs of the people in front of her. Hearing the crowd mock Zhang Han, she started to cry.

"Daddy..."

"Shut up! If you cry, I'll hit you!"

Dong Hu glared and shouted.

A little girl of three or four years old didn't understand much. Scared by Dong Hu, she cried even louder.

Dong Hu's face turned red with anger, and he raised his hand to hit the little girl, but seeing the many people looking over, he put his hand down and awkwardly smiled.

"What a cute little girl."

A woman in her twenties, seeing the little princess crying pitifully, couldn't help but come over to comfort her.

"What! What am I seeing!"

From the front of the crowd, an incredible exclamation came from the bald man.

The Ford Mustang, without slowing down, directly entered the Nine Bends and Eighteen Curves. The first curve was a semicircle, and the Ford Mustang performed a beautiful drift, turning and entering the second curve without losing momentum.

The second curve was a 90-degree turn, and the third was a conical curve. Because the two curves were very close together, the difficulty was high, and at high speed, it was easy to fly off the conical curve and crash.

In the eyes of the crowd, the Ford Mustang continued at full speed, like a ghost car. At the second curve, the car turned sideways, and as it entered the third curve,

"It's over! This speed can't be stopped!" the bald man sighed, his eyes filled with pity.

But the next moment, his eyes widened in shock.

The Ford Mustang, traveling at high speed, suddenly spun 360 degrees before entering the third curve. After the first spin, the car entered the curve, the second spin, the car crossed the conical curve, and after the third spin, the car was already entering the fourth curve!

"My God!"

"What kind of driving skills are these? Three 360-degree turns, how did he do it..."

"He's the first person to enter the Nine Bends and Eighteen Curves without slowing down on Bronze Mountain!"

"Is Zhang Han... going to write a legend on Wolf Walk Mountain?"

Everyone was stunned, watching the Ford Mustang perform beautiful turns, maintaining full speed through the entire Nine Bends and Eighteen Curves.

After the curves, the Ford Mustang, like a running beast, sped forward.

At this moment, Liu Feng's Ferrari, which felt like a snail, had just slowly passed the fourth curve.

A few minutes later, with a loud roar, the Ford Mustang returned to the platform, still at full speed. After ten beautiful 360-degree spins, the car finally stopped, facing the steep hill in front.

"Bang!"

Zhang Han got out of the car, leaning against the door. He was still disheveled, his hair still messy, and his movements were the same as at the beginning, but everyone's gaze had changed.

"Seven minutes and thirty seconds. This is a terrifying record, unprecedented," the bald man said with reverence. "If he had driven the Ferrari, the time would have been even shorter!"

"The fastest record on Wolf Walk Mountain is ten minutes and twenty seconds, right? My God, Zhang Han is too strong!"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Brother Feng losing to him, he must be furious!"

"..."

The crowd shook their heads in amazement, while Dong Hu's face turned grim. When he turned and saw the little girl crying and calling for "Daddy," his face changed, and he forced a smile, picking up the little girl and walking toward Zhang Han.

"Brother Han, you're amazing!"

Dong Hu flattered.

"Ha, it's still your car that's good. Otherwise, I wouldn't have won," Zhang Han smiled faintly.

"Daddy..."

At this moment, the little princess in Dong Hu's arms struggled, her voice soft, tears still in her eyes, looking pitiful, and reaching out her small arms for a hug.

Zhang Han instinctively picked up the little princess, smiled faintly, and said:

"Beautiful little girl, why do you call me Daddy?"

The little girl, tired from crying and standing for so long, fell asleep in Zhang Han's arms.

"Is this your daughter?" Zhang Han asked calmly.

"How could I have such a cute daughter? Ha, Brother Han, isn't this your daughter?" Dong Hu laughed.

"I don't have a daughter."

"I don't know, but you brought this little girl, and she's been calling you Dad. Didn't you ask me to take care of her? Did you forget?" Dong Hu said strangely.

My daughter?

Zhang Han's eyes, hidden under his bangs, narrowed. A daughter appeared out of nowhere. What's going on?

Before he could think more, with a roar, Liu Feng's Ferrari returned.

The car stopped on the side, and after a while, Liu Feng, pale-faced, got out.

He looked at Zhang Han with a mix of shock and resentment, and walked over quickly.

At this moment, the venue was silent, and all eyes were on them.

"Are you willing to race me again?" Liu Feng said through gritted teeth.

"Ha, I have no interest in wasting time with a defeated opponent," Zhang Han smiled faintly. "Give me the car keys."

Hearing this, Liu Feng's eyes turned red. He tightly gripped the car keys and said with hatred:

"Let's race again in a month!"

Judging by his stance, Zhang Han wouldn't be able to get away without agreeing.

"Fine, fine, give me the car keys," Zhang Han extended his hand.

Liu Feng angrily placed the car keys in Zhang Han's hand. This was his brand new car! He had just bought it and was giving it away after the first race.

Zhang Han took the keys and got into the red Ferrari, placing the little princess in the passenger seat. He started the car, drove a hundred meters away, and stopped by the roadside, watching the scene behind him through the rearview mirror.

The race was over, and the crowd began to leave in groups.

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