"What kind of driver did Nie Wenling find? He was four or five seconds slower to start than others. What’s the point of competing?"

The group of young masters and sons were all talking with surprised faces.

"Lu Qing, I think this time you will definitely take the beauty home."

A young man said to Lu Qing with a smile.

Lu Qing, however, had a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, feeling somewhat excited inside.

"Alright, let’s all go in and watch the race."

At this moment, the group walked into the clubhouse and gathered in the hall to watch the situation on the screen.

Meanwhile, in a room of the clubhouse, a young man wearing a black shirt was intently looking at a monitor in front of him, which displayed the race situation on Qifeng Mountain’s track. An old man with grey hair, wearing a grey long robe, stood by his side.

"Young Master, are you interested in this Che Taixian?"

The old man asked the young man indifferently.

"Che Corporation is the top conglomerate in the Goryeo Kingdom. It’s a great opportunity, so of course, I’m interested." The young man said with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"It looks like the young master thinks this race is a sure win for Che Taixian."

The old man revealed a faint smile.

"His title as the King of Racing isn’t just for show."

The young man said casually, the implication being self-evident.

On the track at Qifeng Mountain, the Ferrari sped along, turning into a streak of red light under the night sky, continuously surging forward.

"It’s all because of you. With eyes only for the ladies, now you can’t even see the other car’s tail lights. What’s the point of racing?"

Inside the Ferrari, Nie Wenling glared at Ye Luo with a furious face, clenching her teeth tightly.

"Alright, don’t worry about it. The race has just reached the halfway point, no need to rush,"

Ye Luo was still speaking with a relaxed face.

"I really want to kick you out of the car. If we lose this race, I will tear you limb from limb,"

Nie Wenling said huffily, her 34C bosom heaving with anger.

In the Aston Martin, however, Che Taixian shook his head.

"These Huaxia drivers are just too bad, there’s no challenge at all."

By now the two cars had almost finished half of the track, yet they were still several kilometers apart.

Seeing this, the smile on Lu Qing’s face grew thicker.

"Buckle up, I’m going to speed up."

In the Ferrari, Ye Luo’s expression tensed up, suddenly becoming stern, and he spoke.

Vroom vroom vroom!!!

All of a sudden, the Ferrari’s engine emitted a series of intense roaring sounds, Ye Luo floored the accelerator, and the car’s speed instantly shot up.

"Hey, be careful!"

Nie Wenling exclaimed in shock because there was a curve ahead. If the car suddenly sped up and lost control, it could fly off the track, and then it would be a total wreck and a loss of life.

However, Ye Luo clearly wouldn’t let that happen. He moved in perfect coordination—shifting gears, stepping on the accelerator, and turning the steering wheel.

The Ferrari took the curve at an extremely perilous angle and immediately sped up, closing the distance with the Aston Martin in no time.

In the next few curves, Ye Luo did not slow down but continuously accelerated, performing a startling and thrilling racing display.

For a moment, everyone in the clubhouse hall was somewhat stunned, completely unexpected such a risky scene could occur.

"Damn, this guy must be insane, not afraid of flying off the cliff at all. Where the hell did Nie Wenling find such a madman? So many turns ahead, and he’s not slowing down, just keeps speeding up. If there’s an accident, their bodies won’t even be found."

A well-dressed young man exclaimed in shock while Lu Qing’s face turned pale, cursing Ye Luo in his heart.

He regretted letting Nie Wenling get in the car; if anything happened, the race would have been for nothing, and he might even offend Nie Yuntian.

"Are you crazy? I don’t want to die with you."

In the Ferrari, Nie Wenling gripped the door tightly and said to Ye Luo with a speechless expression. Her pretty face had turned somewhat pale. The several terrifying high-speed turns had already scared her to the point of breaking; although she often raced cars, she had never been this crazy.

"Relax, even if you die, I’ll be there with you. You won’t be at a loss. We’ll be a couple of ghost lovers then."

Ye Luo said with a smile on his face, his foot still smashing the accelerator. The speed of the Ferrari had reached a limit, like a flash of lightning under the dark night.

In just a short dozen seconds, the Ferrari had already caught up to the Aston Martin, closing in quickly.

"Looks like he’s got some skill."

In the Aston Martin, Che Taixian watched the Ferrari in the rearview mirror with a faint smile on his lips.

"See, I’ve already caught up," Ye Luo said with a smile.

"You really are insane. You nearly scared me into having a heart attack," Nie Wenling said, patting her chest and shaking her head in disbelief.

"Since we’ve caught up, let’s overtake them."

Nie Wenling had recovered and once again spoke as she looked at the Aston Martin in front of her. Having already endured such a thrilling and dangerous situation, it had to be worth it; she naturally could not lose this race.

But as soon as Ye Luo accelerated to pass, the Aston Martin aggressively blocked the Ferrari, preventing Ye Luo from overtaking.

"Hmph, think you can overtake Che Taixian’s car? Impossible," Che Taixian said with a sneer.

"What do we do now? We’re almost at the finish line," Nie Wenling spoke anxiously.

"Does this car have insurance?" Ye Luo asked suddenly.

"Of course, it’s nonsense. Why wouldn’t my car worth hundreds of thousands have insurance? But why are you asking this?" Nie Wenling looked at Ye Luo with surprise.

"If it’s insured, that makes things easier."

Ye Luo’s lips curled into a sly smile, his eyes narrowed, and he pressed the gas pedal hard once more, roaring forward

Bang!

Immediately, the Ferrari’s front violently collided with the rear of the Aston Martin, emitting a thunderous roar. The Aston Martin swerved wildly several times, almost out of control.

"Damn it, are you out of your mind? This is a race, not bumper cars."

Nie Wenling couldn’t help but swear, shouting at Ye Luo.

"You damn bastard."

Following Ye Luo’s aggressive collision, Che Taixian’s head nearly hit the steering wheel. Luckily he was wearing a seat belt, but his face still turned red with rage.

"This driver that Nie Wenling found is really crazy, even resorting to ramming."

Down in the clubhouse at the foot of the mountain, the crowd watching the screen all exclaimed in shock.

In that room inside the clubhouse, the young man wearing a black shirt had a faint smile on his lips.

"Interesting."