Chapter 8

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Phew!

Tong Lei was so angry that steam seemed to be coming out of his seven orifices, and even Xiao Xi's pretty face showed a hint of anger.

Yang Shiwen said coldly, "Liu Feng, stop bragging. Let's have a race. We'll start from the Siamese Mountain Villa, take the ring road, and head to the East City High-Tech Zone's university. Whoever gets there first wins."

"The most important thing is the bet. Liu Feng, didn't you say we were asking for it?" Xiao Xi added, "If you can't beat us, you're not allowed to be so arrogant in front of us in the future. We'll all be your seniors, and you have to listen to whatever we say."

"What if you lose?" Liu Feng countered.

"If we lose, we'll recognize you as our senior, and we'll listen to whatever you say!" Tong Lei shouted.

"Would you eat shit if I told you to?" Liu Feng asked with a smile.

F*ck!

It was certain that if Tong Lei wasn't afraid of losing to Liu Feng, he would have already resorted to violence.

"Fine, as long as you can beat my Mustang!" Tong Lei stepped back to his Ford Mustang and patted the hood. "This car isn't the domestic 2.7T; it has a 3.5T American engine. In terms of power, it's even stronger than Shiwen's Porsche 911."

"Blah, blah, blah. The speed of a car depends on the driver," Liu Feng said calmly. "If we're going to play, let's get it over with. Stop talking nonsense."

Hmph!

Tong Lei and Xiao Xi turned and got into their cars.

Liu Feng narrowed his eyes and revved the engine. "Shiwen, fasten your seatbelt. I'll let you experience what real speed and passion are like!"

Pfft...

Then, the three luxury sports cars started moving, forming a line on the road outside the Siamese Mountain Villa complex.

Vroom, vroom, vroom...

The engine roars grew louder and louder. After three roars, the three cars started almost simultaneously, and due to their powerful engines, their tires screeched and smoked as they accelerated.

Tong Lei's Mustang quickly took the lead, and the 3.5T engine indeed had impressive power.

Next was Liu Feng's 911, followed by Xiao Xi's Maserati.

"Liu Feng, you can't beat Tong Lei. He's been driving since he was 13 and is known as the 'Cloud Mountain God of Driving' in our Donghai City," Yang Shiwen said proudly, her big, watery eyes twinkling.

Liu Feng glanced at the navigation screen and said calmly, "A rich second-generation who plays street racing? Ha!"

"You... as if you're so great!" Yang Shiwen pouted.

"Not bad, I said I'm the third-best in the world, remember?"

The two bickered as they entered the main road. The main road had a lot of traffic, and racing in such conditions was extremely dangerous, testing the drivers' true skills.

Liu Feng drove the Porsche 911 through the traffic, and even though the 911 had excellent grip, frequent body roll occurred during continuous lane changes.

Yang Shiwen, sitting in the passenger seat, initially seemed calm, but after three minutes, she instinctively grabbed the door handle.

In contrast, Liu Feng appeared very relaxed, even driving with one hand. The car seemed to come alive under his control.

At first, the Mustang, with its powerful engine, had pulled ahead by several dozen meters, but under Liu Feng's terrifying driving skills, the 911 quickly caught up to the Mustang.

"Shiwen, watch how Brother Feng overtakes this little punk!" Liu Feng's lips curled into a confident smile, and he instantly floored the gas.

Vroom!

The 911 roared like a beast, and the strong G-force made Yang Shiwen feel slightly dizzy.

Screech!

Liu Feng then sharply turned the steering wheel, the car diagonally changed lanes, and quickly squeezed past a white Volkswagen in the left lane.

"F*ck, a madman! He doesn't care about his life!" The driver of the Volkswagen was so scared he almost wet his pants.

But no matter how much he cursed, Liu Feng couldn't hear him.

Vroom!

The 911's engine continued to roar, and Liu Feng kept the pedal to the floor, increasing the car's speed. Soon, he was driving alongside Tong Lei's Mustang.

"Slow down, there's a traffic light ahead!" Yang Shiwen, who was no longer calm, screamed.

Indeed, they were approaching the traffic light to enter the ring road. Tong Lei's Mustang had already started to slow down because the light, thirty meters away, had turned yellow and would turn red in two seconds.

But Liu Feng showed no signs of slowing down. The Porsche 911 continued to accelerate, overtaking the Mustang in an instant. As the car reached the light, it turned red just as they passed.

Screech!

At that moment, Liu Feng sharply turned the steering wheel, pressing both the gas and brake pedals, but with different force. With his precise control, the 911 performed a beautiful drift, turning into the ring road with a howling wind.

"F*ck, he's definitely a madman," Tong Lei, who had stopped at the red light, slammed the steering wheel. He never thought Liu Feng would run the red light, and in such a cool way.

"Damn! Someone just drifted through a red light!"

"Sh*t! Is he showing off? Doesn't he care about his life?"

"I swear, the driver must be a handsome, tough guy. He's too crazy!"

Many drivers at the traffic light were stunned by Liu Feng's drift through the red light, and a chorus of exclamations filled the air.

After entering the ring road, the traffic significantly decreased, and the road became wider, with at least four lanes.

Liu Feng kept the pedal to the floor, and the car quickly reached 200 km/h. The wind roared outside, the engine roared, and Yang Shiwen looked at Liu Feng nervously.

Liu Feng remained calm, even driving with one hand, as if he were doing something completely ordinary.

"You..." Yang Shiwen wanted to scold Liu Feng, but for some reason, his calm demeanor made it hard for her to do so. "Why did you run the red light?"

When she asked this, Yang Shiwen didn't realize that her tone had softened.

Liu Feng laughed and said, "It's just a red light. It's not my car, so I ran it. They won't fine me!"

"Liu Feng!"

Yang Shiwen, who had just started to find Liu Feng less annoying, instantly lost all her good feelings.

"Shiwen, you're so impolite. I'm older than you, so you should call me Brother Liu Feng or even Brother Feng. You shouldn't call me by my name so bluntly!" Liu Feng teased with a smile.

"Get lost!"

"The wheels are rolling, and so is your hope of winning!" Liu Feng said confidently. "The red light at that international signal lasts 99 seconds. With the Porsche 911's speed, that 99-second lead is enough to ensure they can't catch up, even if their cars are on fire. Most importantly, Sister Shiwen, you've already lost the bet!"

What?!

Yang Shiwen was completely stunned by Liu Feng's words.

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