Chen Yubo, already sunk by the plot twist, wiped his sweat and noticed Ji Jue, who had finally arrived. He felt a huge relief. "You finally made it, Brother Ji!"
If Ji Jue hadn't co soon, Chen feared he would have lost even the last of his fans.
"Ah, Brother Chen, you're so much older than , how is it appropriate for you to call Brother Ji?" Ji Jue warmly clasped his hand. "Just call Little Ji."
"Let's each call what each prefers!"
"Co on, let's take a look at the car first."
Ji Jue led the way to a bright red sports car that shone like fire.
It was a famous top-tier sports car from the Federation, the latest model released just last year, limited to ninety-one units.
For soone like Ji Jue, who had not been free from poverty for long, such a sight was only available in gas and in so internet celebrities' selfies.
With just a touch, he understood everything about the car.
It was flawless, with no signs of wear and tear, as if it had just rolled off the assembly line, not even a full tank of gas used up yet.
The condition was outstanding—absolutely perfect!
"7.4-liter twin-turbocharged, 1790 horsepower, peak torque of 1810 Nm, acceleration from zero to a hundred in 2.4 seconds.
I had everything upgraded to top specs at the official factory's customization workshop, all for the sake of ultimate weight reduction, so the shell is entirely carbon fiber. It brought the total weight down to 1300 kilograms."
Chen Yubo knew the car's performance details like the back of his hand, exuding the extravagant beauty of the wealthy who buy cars yet never drive them, which was quite admirable.
Who would have thought that soone who genuinely loved sports cars would drive at just eighty on the freeway fast lane?
"That guy with the surna Mu, grabbing so outdated modified Mustang, dares to play with ?" he laughed proudly. "How about that? Is victory within our grasp?"
"It's hard to say, after all, it's not a race on a professional track where we simply go around in circles."
Ji Jue shook his head. "Besides, the modifications on Mustangs can vary greatly—so are so heavily modified, even the mother couldn't recognize it. If you et a real tough competitor, they might even stuff a jet engine inside, powering up so intensely that it takes shortcuts through reincarnation.
Also, according to what you said, so outsider cos to our local car club to stir up trouble and challenge you in such a high-stakes race, it all seems like setting the stage for a scam.
Do you know his background?"
"Ah, don't worry, I've done my research. He's a second-generation rich kid whose family is into construction."
Chen Yubo pulled out his phone. "Back in his college days, he went to the Empire's F2 circuit for training, but wasn't selected, didn't make much of a na for himself. After returning, he was all haughty, acting superior to everyone. Eventually, he offended soone in Tide City and couldn't make it there, so he ran off to Cliff City."
"The section of Lotus Mountain track you guys picked out, I looked at it last night—15 kiloters long, over ninety curves, more than twenty of them sharp, and six S-bends. In mountain road racing, sotis high performance doesn't matter. Later, we should really go check out the actual road on-site, to avoid any accidents."
"OK, sounds good to ."
Chen the boss was amiable and easygoing, casually pulling out his phone: "It's almost noon, what should we eat? I know a good takeout place, how about we all have sothing together? I still have two episodes of an ani series to finish."
Ji Jue was about to say, forget about that crappy ani, the race is more important, but then he saw the page Chen had opened on his phone.
It wasn't a food delivery app, but the special ho service page from Cliff City's top Tide City cuisine, ilong Restaurant, where a team of star chefs cos with their own ingredients and tools...
Bro, since you're the boss, I'll listen to you!
Everything went just as Ji Jue had anticipated and arranged, orderly and smooth. If nothing unexpected happened, then the following process would be, use his capabilities, awaken the sports car, substitute in the race, win the competition, make the boss happy, collect the final paynt, and co again next ti.
Unfortunately, the plan had only just started, and it might be dood already.
"Dream on!!!!"
The furious Kun Peng roared in Ji Jue's consciousness, its engine thundering a grieving accusation: "Do you know what kind of life I've had in the last year and a half?
I've been eating dust every damn day, bro!"
The enraged sports car revved its engine wildly in the garage, the sound thunderous: "When I first left the factory, they were modifying and upgrading , and I thought the good days had finally co.
But ever since this son of a ***** brought ho, he hasn't even touched the steering wheel. He just let lie in the garage and wait for death, a whole year and a half!
Except for maintenance, I haven't even seen what a highway looks like.
Finally, there's a chance to get out today, more than fifty kiloters, and this ****** crawled here at thirty mph, thirty mph! Even a little electric scooter could outrun my car!
Such bad luck, really bad luck!
I wish I had just rotted in the factory back then!
And now, he finally thinks of ? Oh, because he needs sothing, wants to help him win a race? Just two words, dream on! I'd rather rot in the garage, get scrapped and sent to a junkyard, than help him drive one more ti!
Today, I'll stall as soon as I start, he's definitely losing!"
In a final uproar from burning its tires madly, Kun Peng howled: "Even a car god couldn't drive out a hundred ters, mark my words!"
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