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Just now, everyone thought Qin Fang had no escape and was bound to lose, so not many people noticed exactly how he avoided the crisis.

By the time they paid attention, Qin Fang had already passed the bend and was heading towards the next one, still maintaining his original speed as if he hadn't slowed down at all…

Lu Ming was flabbergasted. The script wasn't supposed to go like this… Qin Fang was definitely supposed to lose this race, so how did he just get past?

And because the McLaren had slowed down, it was now trailing behind Qin's Porsche. If it didn't catch up quickly, it might fall further behind, eventually losing the race.

"Fuck, catch up..."

Lu Ming was frustrated, feeling an unspeakable sense of suffocation, as if he had wooed a beauty, the foreplay was done, he was about to mount his steed when suddenly he discovered the beauty got her period...

The McLaren driver was also full of astonishment; he had been watching the Porsche the whole time, ready to enjoy the sight of it plunging into the pond. But to his surprise, the Porsche twisted its unsightly rear in a tricky angle, drifting to significantly reduce the tire sliding distance, and continued on the road, easily passing the bend.

Such a scene almost stupefied him on the spot.

He didn't know if it was because Qin Fang was lucky, performing an emergency drift that achieved this effect by chance or if Qin Fang's skills were indeed awesome, and that such a tight-angle drift was just one of his incredible drifting techniques. In any case, he admitted to himself that he definitely couldn't do that.

Moreover, he had been into car racing for so long, he had also watched high-level street racing in Hong Kong, Japan, and other places, and had only seen such techniques with a handful of top experts.

Those who could master this technique were all renowned masters; in the underground racing world, they were definitely big shots...

But among these people, foreigners were the majority. The masters from Hong Kong, Macau, and Little Island who could play at this level were also few, all battle-scarred veterans, and Qin Fang seemed too young for that.

"Impossible! If he were really a master of that level, why would he come to a small place like Yangcheng to play..."

But then he dismissed the possibility instantly. Those racers were beyond his league. With just one race, they could rake in tens of millions, money was just a number to them, they sought more the challenge for themselves.

Street racing like in Inland Dragon Country was child's play to them; they simply wouldn't look at such competitions, just as adults wouldn't go around bullying kids, it was beneath them.

Although the McLaren driver was extremely shocked, he wasn't the type to admit defeat easily. He immediately revved up the car, increasing his speed to chase after the Porsche ahead.

He was extremely familiar with this road. Although he wouldn't claim he could drive it with his eyes closed, it was almost as much. He knew every bend like the back of his hand. Having gotten through the biggest bend, the rest would be much easier.

At this point, he no longer underestimated Qin Fang; the McLaren's speed increased to the maximum within the safety range, emitting bursts of intense roaring as it pursued the Porsche.

"Quick reaction, eh… then let's play a bit!"

When Qin Fang saw the McLaren behind him accelerating to catch up, he didn't speed up; instead, he slowed down, as if deliberately waiting for the McLaren to approach.

"His speed has slowed down..."

"Looks like he isn't that invincible after all!"

"Definitely luck! Definitely luck..."

Seeing Qin Fang slowing down and taking extra caution with each bend, the watching crowd relaxed significantly.

They had been scared enough when Qin Fang got through that crisis, thinking he had been possessed by the Car God. Now, it seemed to them it was just a fluke.

Even Lu Ming's complexion improved significantly, not as tense as before. Qin Fang had slowed down, and the chasing McLaren was quickly catching up. With the skills of his driver, surpassing Qin was not a difficult task at all.

Furthermore, the latter part of the race was on straight roads, where the McLaren's performance could shoot to the max, leaving Qin Fang dozens of meters behind effortlessly—the beginning of the race had already proved that...

With Lu Ming feeling relieved, Sun Shu was getting anxious again, and now he was also joined by Su Xiaoxiao. Seeing Qin Fang's speed drop, she furrowed her brows slightly, but she was not as worried as Sun Shu.

The two cars quickly drew closer, with the McLaren moving at a significant speed. Without the lead, the advantage wasn't so evident, and even trying to play dirty wasn't possible.

"Hmph~~ just watch!"

The McLaren driver glared hatefully at the Porsche ahead, mulling over in his mind that once he passed him, he would make sure to teach Qin Fang a lesson.

Lu Ming had already hinted beforehand that special measures could be used if necessary.

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