The Ferrari in front naturally saw Tang Ming’s car and kept hogging the lane, obstructing Tang Ming from overtaking and firmly trapping him behind.
Tang Ming was continuously looking for an opportunity. His car sped along, and monts later, at a midway point on the mountain road, the red Ferrari ahead perford a drift and stopped, with a couple erging from the vehicle, fixating their gaze on the approaching car driven by Tang Ming.
The Maserati gradually slowed down, and Tang Ming got out, making sure to close the car door behind him.
"Kid, you’ve got guts, daring to race against , Gu Cang. How many lives do you have that you can afford to lose?"
The non-mainstream young man pointed at Tang Ming and arrogantly shouted.
"Only by trying will we know," Tang Ming replied indifferently.
"Alright, you’re pretty brave, but let’s put sothing on the line. Do you dare?"
Gu Cang asked with a sneer, as a crowd of n and won gathered around him, cheering him on.
"Can you not fart all at once?" Tang Ming asked.
"Damn it, if you lose, your girl is mine!"
Gu Cang pointed at Liu ngting, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
"And what if you lose?" Tang Ming countered.
"If I lose, my chick is yours!" Gu Cang pushed the non-mainstream girl standing next to him forward.
"Gu Cang, don’t..." The girl imdiately turned pale with fright.
"That’s not a fair exchange for ; mine is a high-class beauty, and yours is like a public bus. How about this, whoever loses has to crawl on the ground for three circles."
Thinking of standing up for Liu ngting, Tang Ming directly proposed a more satisfying stake.
"Fine, just afraid you won’t be able to take the loss," Gu Cang surprisingly agreed:
"Let’s bet on racing from here to the hospital at the foot of the mountain; whoever gets there first wins."
"Oh, then you’ve lost again," Tang Ming said, and then he got back into his car.
Liu ngting listened to their conversation intently, and seeing that Tang Ming didn’t use her as a bet, she felt relieved and asked,
"Are you really sure you can beat him? It’ll be embarrassing if you lose."
"Losing is impossible. Besides, it would be crawling, not you!"
Tang Ming said confidently, beginning to turn the car towards the red Ferrari.
At this mont, the atmosphere was heating up, with many from the street racing community discussing the upcoming clash.
"This black Maserati looks so familiar, isn’t it the one that overtook the Royal Club earlier?"
"Yeah, it seems so. Who’s driving that Ferrari next to it? Challenging him, it looks like a fierce battle is brewing."
"Just wait and enjoy the show; I bet sothing big is going to happen."
Many people were chatting rrily on the sidelines. Street racing often accompanied high-risk traffic incidents, with people boasting one mont and becoming a bloody corpse the next.
But it’s precisely this high risk that attracts many wealthy people from the city to seek thrills. They call it relaxation, but many are actually road assassins, causing all sorts of traffic accidents on the winding mountain roads.
The two cars roared in parallel, and a man in a black vest walked between the cars, holding a can of beer. In full view of the crowd, he finished his beer, then threw the can with all his might, and at the sa ti, he roared at the top of his lungs:
"GO!"
Suddenly, the two sports cars shot out, rapidly overtaking one another on the winding mountain road.
Tang Ming’s eyes were intense as he drove, relying purely on the car and his skills, without any ans of cheating. That was precisely why he had accepted the challenge: the excitent, the unpredictability, and the impossibility of being certain about winning or losing were what made victory worthwhile.
Of course, his driving skills had been honed in harsh conditions, so winning was almost without suspense...
The young n and won who followed in their cars also beca frenzied. Their speeds were not slow, either, but compared to the two leading vehicles, there was quite a gap, especially when they saw the Ferrari and Maserati overtaking unfamiliar vehicles one by one—it was indescribably thrilling.
"These people are insane. They race so fiercely and scream so loudly. They’re really sick,"
Liu ngting, unhappy, comnted as she observed the rambunctious racers around her.
"You don’t understand. They chase what they call ’excitent’ by experiencing this sense of speed. It’s a bit pathological."
Tang Ming kept overtaking other cars, and by now, he had left the red Ferrari behind him.
And the finish line was not too far off, with victory seemingly within reach.
Inside the Ferrari, Gu Cang looked grave. The alternative girl sitting beside him, who had previously been arrogant, was making a call on her cell phone. After a mont, she hung up, deleted the call record, and said:
"The boss said to do it up ahead, make it look like a racing accident. That way, the police won’t suspect a thing."
"Got it." Gu Cang floored the accelerator and charged straight towards Tang Ming’s car ahead.
Tang Ming glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the Ferrari accelerating behind him. But it did not seem like it was trying to overtake him. Instead, it appeared to be aiming to crash into him. Looking at Gu Cang’s fierce expression inside the other car, it was clear—this wasn’t just about racing; it was a murder attempt!
"Damn, it’s a setup," Tang Ming rapidly instructed Liu ngting:
"Hold tight and brace yourself. Whatever happens, don’t panic."
Bang! The car shook violently, instantly losing its balance and spinning out of control on the highway.
Tang Ming could only grasp the steering wheel tightly. The car was moving too fast, and after being hit by the car behind, a huge force caused it to start spinning out of control.
Clenching the steering wheel, Tang Ming slamd on the brakes. The car crashed straight into the side of the mountain. The airbags deployed inside, and Liu ngting was knocked unconscious from the shock.
After the car ca to a stop, Tang Ming opened the door, ran to the passenger side, and quickly carried Liu ngting out.
Although generally cars do not explode in such situations, if it did happen, it would be lethal! Tang Ming had already miscalculated once, nearly costing Liu ngting her life. He certainly didn’t want to take that risk a second ti.
"Die." Suddenly, a roar ca from behind, and without a mont to think, Tang Ming dodged to the side.
A leg swung down fiercely, crashing onto the car roof and caving in a section of the Maserati’s roof.
Such strength was clearly not sothing an ordinary person possessed. There was only one explanation—Gu Cang was a Martial Artist, and a preditated one at that. The entire racing and provocation were clearly a conspiracy!
Tang Ming was sowhat remorseful. He had failed to see through such a plot and had walked right into the trap, endangering Liu ngting’s life.
"Who sent you," Tang Ming asked, looking at Gu Cang and the alternative girl, his face dark with anger.
"Heh, you’ll know once you’re dead."
Gu Cang laughed, then rushed toward Tang Ming.
His fists were fast, attacking Tang Ming’s vital areas with astonishing speed. Tang Ming was only slightly faster in his reactions, but the other’s strength was imnse, and each ti Tang Ming dodged or blocked, he could feel his arms and legs shaking.
"Not giving you a taste of my strength—do you think I’m easy to bully," Tang Ming kicked out, then closed in with speed, his fists rapidly striking Gu Cang’s chest.
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