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Qin Fang appeared quite relaxed, so leisurely that it didn't seem like he was in the midst of a race involving a hundred million in betting stakes, but rather as if he was a child playing a game, utterly nonchalant.

While slowly focusing on the McLaren ahead, he continued to study the map. With the detailed markings on it, it was considerably beneficial for his subsequent moves.

"The curve is starting now..."

The two cars entered the curve one after another, and the previously superior-performing McLaren had to slow down at this point.

Although this curve wasn't like mountain terrain with cliffs and rock walls on the sides, where a slight mishap could mean destruction and death, this curve was even more brutal—it was basically farmland.

If you didn't handle the curve well, you'd drive straight into the farmland, and even though it was winter and not the muddy summer, once the car went in, it was quite a struggle to get it back out.

With this delay, trying to win the race became much more difficult, and you could almost say that the possibility of victory was gone, welcoming failure prematurely.

The McLaren had slowed down, but Qin Fang's Porsche remained high-speed, playing with small-angle drifting on such a curve. Although Qin Fang's drifting looked terrible, making it seem like he almost plunged into the farmland several times, each time when it seemed most perilous, he managed to avert disaster.

"Eh... he actually managed to pull it back!"

"Eh, he survived again..."

"Damn, this kid is a god, his luck is undefeatable..."

Originally everyone thought that since Qin Fang was so far behind on the straight road, his skills must be quite novice, but entering the curve, the situation not only didn't worsen, it seemed to change in the opposite direction.

Although Qin Fang's drifting was truly ugly, with the rear of the car wagging, it looked as though Sister Feng was flaunting her coquettishness, which was nauseating to even think about.

Yet this wagging of the rear was quite practical, and maybe Qin Fang's luck was just too good, as he managed to escape danger every time.

Watching the fifty-meter gap being closed within less than three minutes of entering the curve, although the McLaren's speed was also quite good, it clearly didn't have the strong performance it had on the straight road anymore.

"Hmm?"

The McLaren's driver focused on driving. Unlike the spectators who could observe both cars throughout, he just performed at his normal level.

A fifty-meter gap wasn't so easy to close, and as long as he maintained his state, the Porsche behind wouldn't think of overtaking him.

Suddenly, a dazzling light came, causing him to blink, and the Porsche behind seemed to be catching up. Watching the intensity of the light change, it was not getting farther but rather closer.

This change was completely unexpected and greatly surprised him.

Of course, he wasn't worried or scared.

This curve was quite complex, starting off seemingly easy but becoming increasingly harsh later on. With the opponent's speed, he might maintain it on the earlier curves, but if he kept that speed later on, he would definitely crash terribly...

This situation was not only known to the driver, but Lu Ming, Sun Shu, and the spectators present all knew it, yet many had suffered losses there.

So, even though the gap between the Porsche and the McLaren was narrowing and Qin Fang's speed was quite high, Lu Ming wasn't worried at all, instead, he had a cold smirk on his lips.

As for the spectators, they were amazed at Qin Fang's extraordinary performance on the curves, marveled at his ugly yet incredibly flashy drifting, and admired his nearly unbeatable luck while also silently awaiting the tragedy to come.

Qin Fang began to burst forth on the curves, a scenario Sun Shu had been anticipating, but when it actually happened, his heart wasn't the slightest bit at ease; instead, it grew more tense by the moment, as the upcoming curves were very complex, and if Qin Fang continued like this, he might well be doomed...

"Tsk tsk, seems like the guy ahead is already waiting to see me make a fool of myself..."

By now, Qin Fang had set the map aside; he had imprinted the entire map in his mind, even remembering every curve. He already had a complete action plan in mind.

Looking at the McLaren ahead, which had clearly noticed he had caught up but was still maintaining an unhurried speed, not worried at all, Qin Fang couldn't help but sneer.

How could he be unaware of the situation with the curve ahead?

When Sun Shu gave him the map, the first thing he noticed was the challenging curves in the latter part. To overtake the McLaren, the curves ahead were just the appetizer; these were the real deal, the main course!

The most complex part of the curve was finally here...

The McLaren's speed dropped once again, and it even deliberately cleared a car's width of space, seemingly letting Qin Fang's Porsche pass on purpose.

As everyone knows, car racing is not only about the speed and performance of the car but also about occupying lanes, which is a very important skill. If used well, it can completely force an opponent into a squeeze.

For instance, on certain extremely tricky bends, if the lane is slightly narrowed, the car can't steer enough, and it easily might skid off track.

If a car goes off track on this road, it generally ends up in a field, and that's essentially a declaration of defeat...

Therefore, this driver's mindset was clearly quite malicious; he occupied the outer lane himself, leaving the inner lane open and purposefully leaving quite a bit of space. This lane would be fine for regular vehicles traveling at seventy or eighty mph.

But now they were racing, and neither car had dropped below 100 mph, not to mention Qin Fang's Porsche was always over 150 mph...

Of course, this couldn't be considered cheating; it was simply the most sensible tactic, the kind nobody could fault. Even though Sun Shu knew the other driver's intentions, he could only helplessly shake his head.

Generally speaking, a driver voluntarily lowering their speed would greatly upset the owner, but Lu Ming was quite pleased when he saw this. If he weren't off the McLaren, he'd have liked to personally commend his driver.

Not far ahead was a bend, notoriously called the death bend, almost the most twisted bend on the entire road. Whoever drove there for the first time was quite frightened, let alone during a race. This spot had already claimed no fewer than twenty vehicles.

This location was originally a piece of farmland, but now it's been completely abandoned and excavated into a small pond filled with water. There's even a sign planted at the edge of the pond—sharp bend, drive carefully!

Of course, such a sign during the day is very conspicuous, but it's not so much at night. With the high speed of the vehicles, the letters aren't clear at all, and the cars just crash right into that small pond.

Thirty meters, twenty meters, ten meters, five meters...

The Porsche was getting closer and closer to the McLaren, nearly catching up... All it needed was to cross over to the inner lane, and it could swiftly overtake the McLaren.

Of course, it was also getting closer to that small pond, almost within twenty meters now. With a speed exceeding 150 mph, there was practically no possibility of turning back.

The McLaren lowered its speed even more, deliberately moving closer to the roadside, creating a wide path for the car behind since it was impossible to hold back anymore, might as well let it crash into the water.

Falling into the field, if lucky, the car might still be pulled out, but once submerged in water, they would only be calling for a tow truck, with no chance of escaping unscathed.

With the McLaren slowing down, the red Porsche, like a red ghost in the night, flew past it in an instant, as swift as an arrow released from its bow.

"Idiot, don't get yourself killed..."

The McLaren driver slowly lowered his speed, almost ready to stop and watch the show, muttering a sneer.

Such a high-speed crash into the water, though the Porsche's airbags would definitely save lives, wasn't without danger. Those unlucky enough could still lose their lives.

"Young Master Lu, we've won!"

"This damn fool really dared to rush through, not even slowing down in that spot..."

"Haha, didn't expect the race to be decided before it was even half done..."

At the starting line, Lu Ming and his friends also started shouting, as if the outcome was already sealed, impossible to change.

"Sigh..."

Not far away, Sun Shu saw Qin Fang's car speeding through, already knowing that the outcome was sealed, with no chance of recovery.

Five million washed away, his heart ached and felt quite helpless...ultimately, he could only sigh, for there was nothing he could do.

"What's going on?"

Su Xiaoxiao also finally stopped dwelling on other thoughts. Seeing the people opposite celebrating and noting Sun Shu's expression, she could guess that things were likely turning bad for Qin Fang, so she immediately came over and asked.

"It looks like Qin Fang is going to lose... Hey, what's happening?"

Sun Shu was just about to say that Qin Fang was about to lose this race, but his attention was caught by the monitor, where he saw that Qin Fang's car hadn't fallen into the pond but had leisurely made it through the ordeal...

"What the fuck, what's going on?"

Not only was he stunned, but someone at Lu Ming's side couldn't help but blurt out a swear word. They were all celebrating victory, but Qin Fang had made it past the bend. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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