Qin Fang was either a highly skilled expert or just a lucky rookie, but that didn't matter. With his knowledge of the terrain and the sneaky move he had planned, he was sure it could catch Qin Fang off guard and send him flying off the course.

Of course, that presupposed he could get in front of him…

"Finally caught up..."

Inside the Porsche, Qin Fang drove leisurely, checking the rearview mirror for the distance to the chasing McLaren while muttering about the upcoming terrain, smiling slyly in a way that was a bit sleazy.

As the McLaren was trying to overtake, Qin Fang suddenly jerked the steering wheel. The Porsche twisted at an extremely strange angle, sticking out its rear, effectively blocking the McLaren's overtaking path.

But it was just a slight twist, followed by a quick return to his original lane; he certainly didn't want to get hit by the high-speed McLaren.

"Fuck…"

The McLaren driver was about to overtake when the Porsche suddenly swung its rear, squeezing the lane and leaving only the outermost margin for him to pass.

However, if the McLaren actually tried to rush through there, even with drifting, it might not be possible to correct the direction in time, and most likely, it would end up in the fields.

Understanding this, the McLaren driver cursed immediately while abruptly hitting the brakes, drastically reducing his speed. Otherwise, he would have ended in the fields, definitively losing any chance at the race.

The sudden braking, especially at such high speeds, was extremely uncomfortable for anyone, and the feeling of being thrown forward by the inertia was just too painful.

The McLaren driver was no exception. Though he didn't come to a halt, even that bit was enough to make him feel slightly dizzy.

If it weren't for the fact that he knew there was a curve ahead and was already being cautious, he would have been forced off the road into the fields by Qin Fang's maneuver.

As infuriating as it was, blocking the lane was a completely legitimate tactic. The McLaren driver had no choice but to swallow his frustration; had he been leading, he would have done the same.

However, Qin Fang's rear flick was just too aggravating for him. Despite being a quick twist that soon returned to the original lane, if the McLaren didn't slow down, it could have made it through.

But in that brief moment, the McLaren driver could not possibly react quickly enough, so he instinctively braked.

If he had crashed, he would have been the one to lose out. The race would have ended on the spot, with the Porsche ahead, and thus it would be considered the winner.

So he didn't dare take the risk and ended up being fooled by Qin Fang's flamboyant rear flick...

"Fuck, that little rear flick, too flamboyant!"

"Sleazy! Extremely sleazy..."

"Damn, too awesome..."

The spectators also carefully observed this scene. They couldn't help but admire Qin Fang's move; it was like a stroke of genius — outsmarting the opponent, protecting himself, and ensuring his lead.

Many people thought that if they could master this skill, they would definitely have a great chance of victory in a race...

Everyone values their life above all else. In that instant, the most natural reaction was to hit the brakes...

Lu Ming's expression darkened, while Sun Shu, on the other hand, was left dumbfounded but also immensely impressed by Qin Fang's flamboyant rear flick.

The race continued, with Qin Fang's Porsche still maintaining the lead, though not by much, and unhurried as ever.

The McLaren quickly caught up again, and the driver pushed the speed even higher, maintaining utmost vigilance, not allowing for any more mistakes like before.

But as good as his intentions were, reality always has its discrepancies…

At the next turn, Qin Fang effortlessly drifted into the corner. He could have easily sped past, but a sudden emergency brake brought the Porsche to an abrupt halt, just like the Seastead Divine Needle suddenly freezing in place.

Screech~~

"Fuck..."

A piercing screech of brakes resounded as the McLaren, which had originally also planned to drift into the turn, was now faced with Qin Fang's Porsche blocking the most critical part of the bend...

If the McLaren tried to force its way through the turn, it would inevitably collide with the Porsche... However, if the Porsche suddenly moved out of the way at that moment, it was clear the McLaren would face yet another tragedy!

The outcome was obvious, the driver had no choice but to slam on the brakes and then opt to go around the bend at a reduced speed, thus avoiding a collision with Qin Fang's Porsche.

But as he braked and slowed down, that Porsche suddenly roared back to life and sped off...

The driver of the McLaren was speechless, truly at a loss for words, feeling a desire to die. Was this even a car race? It was nothing but a prank competition.

He'd encountered people who played dirty before, but never to this extent...

"Fuck, I just want to race properly!"

All the McLaren driver wanted was to compete fairly, but Qin Fang didn't give him the chance...

Soon, they were approaching the next bend. Once again, the Porsche drifted around the corner, but the steering wheel was turned so drastically that in an instant the car's front end swung around in the opposite direction, then doubled back the way it came.

Just as the McLaren was about to take the corner, the driver suddenly saw the Porsche charging towards him at a considerable speed, its stance resembling that of a terrorist bent on a suicide attack...

Screech~~~

For the third time, the brakes screeched. At just a few meters away from the McLaren, the driver was once again reluctantly forced to stomp on them, as the Porsche executed a tail flick using the bend's angle to once again align its front and leisurely continued on.

All who witnessed the process were thoroughly silenced and dumbfounded. They could now fully empathize with the driver's feelings, truly desiring death.

A driver of considerable talent, who had previously been the envy and resentment of many, was always the one playing others. Yet today, he was ruthlessly tormented in return, and not just in a loss of face but his confidence must have been severely shattered as well.

"Sigh, I won't play with you anymore..."

Seeing that the driver had no fight left in him, Qin Fang also lost interest in continuing the game. Plus, they were not far from exiting the bend and entering the straightaway, now approaching the race's final stretch. He pressed the gas pedal, immediately boosting the car to its maximum speed.

A series of distinct flashes of fire burst from the exhaust pipe, and the Porsche instantly transformed into a red blur, speeding ahead.

In almost an instant, it left the already battered McLaren dozens of meters behind, and the gap continued to widen.

Under the driver's unbelieving gaze, Qin Fang's Porsche had already begun to disappear into the distance.

At the finish line, everyone was stunned.

If Qin Fang's Porsche playing with the McLaren was a display of driving skills, then the terrifying speed it unleashed now was purely a testament to its performance.

But... could a Porsche that hadn't been modified at all really outdo a McLaren that had millions invested in its modifications?

A huge question mark popped into everyone's minds.

Just like Su Xiaoxiao, her eyes sparkling with little stars. After all, it was her car that Qin Fang was driving, an unmodified factory vehicle that still managed to overpower the high-performance McLaren. It was a moment of pride for her, so how could she not be thrilled?

Especially since, in the recent bet, there had been a million of her own money at stake. Now that Qin Fang had defeated the McLaren and won the race, she had instantly made a million. This was far easier than any contract killing she had taken on...(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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