The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 637: Courting Death?

Fucking retard!

Do you have a death wish or what?

Playing around with a car crash scene? At a speed of 546 miles per hour, do you think you’ll survive the collision?

Are you fucking kidding me?

And this is a car that costs nine hundred million, do you think it’s made for crashing? Who the fuck are you joking with, huh!

At this moment, everyone had the same thought in their minds.

That was to slaughter Zhang Fan.

Whoever gets a supercar isn’t extremely careful and cherishes it? Fuck, you’re good, racing cars isn’t enough for you, you also want to crash? You really have a death wish, huh!

Killing Aura, suddenly burst forth!

However, Wu Chao was filled with excitement!

What’s the most important factor in a car?

That’s the safety performance!

As for other issues, they all come after safety!

He had thought about conducting safety tests on the Ugly Eight before!

But, he cherished it, and now, since the car isn’t his anymore, why should he give a damn!

"If it’s damaged, I’ll fix it for free! Just go ahead and test it!"

Wu Chao’s words made the killing aura of the crowd even more chilling.

Fuck your mother, what business is it of yours! Fix what, fuck? The world’s top supercar, to be used for crashing?

Believe it or not, I’ll spread this news to the World Car Lover’s Club, and both of you will be dead meat!

Wu Chao and Zhang Fan ignored the killing aura around them, the two huddled together and excitedly discussed the specific plan for execution.

"The body is made from the world’s top armor materials, and moreover, it includes a portion of memory metal. If there are any scrapes or scratches, it can automatically recover!" Wu Chao explained carefully to Zhang Fan.

Hearing this, the crowd exploded again!

"Armor materials? Fuck your mother, where did you get that? This is armor materials, man! Military-grade materials!"

"Fuckin’ A, and memory metal that can automatically recover? What the fuck were you thinking when you created it?"

"Fuck my life, my supercar is afraid of even the smallest bump, repainting costs tens of thousands, that hurts! Fuck, and it recovers on its own? Wait, even if it recovers, it’s just the shape that recovers, right? Fuckin’ hell, does that mean the body’s blue isn’t paint?"

Wu Chao smirked coldly: "Paint? This is the color produced by the fusion of several metals."

Upon hearing this, another explosion of voices burst forth.

"Fuck fuck fuck, metal comes with its own color, damn it! Doesn’t this mean we don’t have to worry about bumps and bruises anymore? This car, fuck, it’s virtually maintenance-free!"

"I’m so fucking jealous, I really want this car too!"

Wu Chao ignored these people and continued speaking to Zhang Fan: "Ugly Eight’s frame is one piece. So, in a collision, even at a top speed of 300 miles, theoretically, it can pulverize any car under 2310Kg!"

"Hiss!"

Hearing this, the sound of people gasping could be heard all around.

Pulverize?

Fucking hell, does that mean all the compact cars here are no match for it?

And it’s a top speed of 300 miles, you’re kidding me, right? Can a person even survive a crash at that speed?

"Fuck your mother, at a speed of 300 miles per hour, who the fuck would dare to claim that’s safe? Boss Wu, aren’t you bullshitting a bit too much?"

Someone yelled out in shock.

"Exactly, even for a car with high safety performance, the safe speed limit is under 100 miles, but you, you tripled that and said it pulverizes? You’re full of shit!"

Others also chimed in one after another.

"Heh!" Wu Chao sneered coldly, his gaze landing on Zhang Fan.

Of course, this was just theory. To let him crash at a speed of 300 miles per hour?

Don’t even think about it; if the theory is wrong, with a speed of 300 mph, that’s the speed of death!

The survival rate, infinitely close to zero!

Even the original racers pissed themselves when they heard this requirement. Damn, who would get so sick of living they’d drive into a crash at 300 mph?

Even at 120 mph, coming out of that without dying would leave you disabled!

"300?" A glint of light flashed in Zhang Fan’s eyes! Although this speed was still a bit less than Ugly Eight’s limit, it was still 300 km/h!

Testing a car at 546 mph?

Forget it, not even King Kong could survive that!

It’s a rhythm that will shatter upon impact!

With such safety performance, that’s enough! Absolutely enough!

"OK, let’s test immediately!" Zhang Fan stood up, his eyes blazing!

"Have you gone mad!"

Ouyang Feng hurried over!

What a joke, just hearing such a speed makes your legs go weak, let alone crashing, it’s practically a suicide mission!

At the same time, Ye Xuan also started shouting, "Don’t you dare go, or else, I’ll call Aunt Bai!"

"Brother, dear brother, can’t we just calm down? If something happens to you, our old man will break my legs!" Dong Yu moaned in sorrow, his entire body hanging off Zhang Fan’s arm, looking utterly ridiculous!

Hua Ji also ran over in a hurry, "Bro, let’s talk this through, let’s not do anything drastic, okay?"

Zhang Fan was also bemused, "Please, I know what I’m doing. I’m in the prime of my life; why would I go seeking death! I’ll start with 100 mph and stop if anything seems wrong!"

"No way, 100 mph is also dangerous!" Ye Xuan held tightly to Zhang Fan’s arm as she spoke.

"Then let’s start at 50 mph?" Knowing that Ye Xuan and the others were concerned about his safety, Zhang Fan compromised.

"That’s more like it!"

Ouyang and the others immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, the others started snickering.

"Heh, 300 mph? I bet it’s no more than 100!"

"With a collision at 100 mph, ensuring safety would be quite the impressive safety performance!" one person remarked.

Wu Chao furrowed his brows, clearly worried!

How to test? Use his own car?

To hell with that, this Ferrari costs thirteen million!

Immediately, Wu Chao’s eyes began to flicker. He ran to the back, looked at a bunch of sedans worth two to three hundred thousand and said, "Whose car is this? I’ll buy it for 500k!"

"Ah? Mine! Boss Wu, do you really want to buy it?" a middle-aged fat man said in disbelief.

That was double the price! And besides, he had driven it for several years. What a profit!

"Give me a pen, I’ll write you a receipt. After today’s business is over, you can come and get the money from me!" Wu Chao spoke and then gestured to Wood and the others.

"Come and drive the car!"

"OK!"

"Ready!"

One person drove the car a kilometer away, then got out and started running as fast as they could, without even opening the car door!

And at this time, Zhang Fan jumped into the car, his eyes fiery!

Could Ugly Eight really achieve the safe speed of 300 mph?

"Vroom Vroom Vroom!"

The sound of the engine exploded thunderously!

Come on, let the collision happen!

At the same time, the crowd around him, filled with a fierce killing intent, stared at him, thinking, "Damn, it would be good if he died in the crash, with such a death wish, it’s only logical if you don’t die."