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He Yunsong and Red Tiger also got into their sports cars and drove to the racetrack.
Shameless Han Zhemin was running in the lead, completely unaware of any impropriety. He Yunsong was second, and Red Tiger was third, while Mo Ming naturally fell to the back, which made Lin Yuan'er feel somewhat anxious.
"Brother Mo, you must not get into any trouble. Otherwise, Yuan'er won't be able to live on her own."
The race was about to begin, and the four modified sports cars roared with excitement, ready to take off as soon as the starting flag was waved. The spectators felt a mix of excitement and concern.
The crowd gathered to watch the race grew enthusiastic, stopping their meaningless chatter as they awaited the final triumphant sound. Who would become the future legend of Nanhua City? Whose name would be crowned as the Car God?
"Mo Ming, I will make you disappear completely because Yuan'er belongs only to me."
A sinister smile appeared on Han Zhemin's face. When the starting flag was waved, Han Zhemin's car emitted a deafening roar as he took off first, followed closely by He Yunsong, Red Tiger, and Mo Ming, all speeding ahead and creating a small whirlwind.
The speed was so fast that it created an illusion for the onlookers that the four cars were about to take flight!
Before long, the four sports cars disappeared around a bend ahead.
Jun Qianqian felt her heart tighten with anxiety and silently cheered, "Mo Ming, I believe you won't lose. In my heart, you are a god-like man."
"Brother Mo, you must win!"
Lin Yuan'er prayed in her heart, her face filled with worry as she clenched her fists tightly, fearing that Mo Ming might lose the race and lose his life for her sake.
She knew Mo Ming well; he never went back on his word. Even death could not change what he had promised. This was what she knew about Mo Ming, and it was also what worried her the most.
Losing would mean death.
However, thinking back to Mo Ming's earlier words, there was a slight sweetness in his heart. He had already told Lin Yuan'er that he intended to risk his life to protect this relationship.
Everyone gathered around Jordan, as there were watchers along the entire route. As long as a car passed by, news would be relayed back.
While they waited, the first message came through.
"The position hasn't changed much; it's still the same as before. However, the distance between the cars is small; they're all closely packed together."
Upon hearing this news, Yeh Jing couldn't help but smile smugly and said to Fu Qingyun, "I think your Cousin-in-law is sure to take first place this time—don't get me wrong, I mean last place!"
Fu Qingyun snorted coldly and replied, "Just wait and see; who loses and who wins is still uncertain!"
The race was still in full swing. They had covered less than a third of the distance, and the positions of the four hadn't changed at all; no one could create any distance between them.
"Boss, what are you thinking? Why is there still no movement?"
He Yunsong felt a pang of anxiety for Mo Ming's safety because he believed Han Zhemin's driving skills were quite impressive. Currently, it was still difficult for him to overtake and take the lead.
In this situation, if they let their guard down, Mo Ming might really lose.
However, at this moment, Mo Ming's mood was perhaps only understood by him—relaxed and indifferent. It seemed as if he were in a state of sleep, casually drifting through the turns while staying close behind.
Compared to the previous escape, Mo Ming appeared much more at ease this time. In his top-notch sports car, without any injuries or pain and without any pursuers nipping at his heels, he felt no worries at all about losing the race.
This kind of confidence might be seen by others as arrogance if they knew about it.
But so what? The brilliance of a victor can always pierce through mocking laughter because only results can silence rumors; violent suppression often fails to achieve such an effect.
Winning means winning the opponent's heart and mind.
Regarding Han Zhemin's relentless harassment, Mo Ming was clearly unwilling to comply. However, instead of resorting to violence, he intended to use this life-and-death competition to prove that he would risk his life for Lin Yuan'er.
Not for any other reason, but because she is my wife!
Red Tiger, who had always ranked third, was ambitious and did not plan to remain in that position. However, he felt helpless; no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake off the persistent Mo Ming behind him.
Now, Red Tiger only planned to find an opportunity to surpass He Yunsong ahead of him.
...
The race had completed a third of its distance without any changes. Throughout the event, there were constant reports, with updates relayed at intervals so everyone could stay informed about the race situation.
When they heard that Mo Ming still showed little change, not only Lin Yuan'er but even Jun Qianqian and the other women began to feel anxious.
"Mo Ming, what are you doing? Are you really going to lose to that detestable narcissist?" Murong Lian's eyes were filled with worry as she clenched her fists tightly.
"Cousin-in-law will win; you don't need to worry," Fu Qingyun comforted Lin Yuan'er, though she herself was extremely anxious. It wasn't about losing to Yeh Jing; she feared for Mo Ming's life.
"Cousin-in-law, you have to do your best! Don't let my cousin become a widow!"
Fu Qingyun shouted this out loud, startling everyone momentarily. However, this state of shock didn't last long as everyone returned their focus to the race updates.
Just as Yeh Jing was about to make a sarcastic remark, a sudden gasp echoed through the crowd...
"Overtaking has begun!"
Everyone's hearts raced.
Then, another voice came through: "The third place is about to overtake Yun Song..."
Jordan felt a surge of excitement and immediately added, "Remember, the third place is Red Tiger, the fourth is Ming Shao, and the first... just call him Mad Dog."
"Uh, that Mad Dog is really fast; no one can surpass him right now. But it's a cornering moment, so let's see who ends up in second place..."
Yeh Jing silently cheered, "Cousin-in-law, you can do it! You must get first place, go for it..."
"Wow, that was so thrilling! Yun Song's driving skills are impressive; he’s managed to maintain second without being overtaken... wait, am I seeing this wrong..."
"What happened?" Before Jordan could ask, everyone blurted out this question.
"What a strange scene..."
Jordan impatiently said, "Damn it, just get to the point!"
"Okay, sorry everyone. Just now, after Red Tiger failed to overtake, something terrifying happened. Ming Shao, who had been steadily in last place, suddenly surged forward like a beast awakening from slumber and bizarrely overtook two cars to get ahead of Yun Song... I barely caught a glimpse."
"That's great! Long live Cousin-in-law!" Fu Qingyun looked at Yeh Jing with pride and raised her head confidently. "Yeh Jing, it seems you're going to lose. Hehe, just wait to call me Sister Yun."
Yeh Jing's face turned pale. "Who will win is still uncertain; don't get too cocky!"
"Hmph, we'll see about that. I believe my Cousin-in-law will definitely get first place." Fu Qingyun's eyes flashed with admiration. "Because he always creates miracles!"
Upon hearing this good news, Lin Yuan'er and the others still couldn't relax, as the real battle of life and death was just beginning!
If they couldn't catch up to the front runner, Han Zhemin, then Mo Ming would have to jump off the mountain himself. That tragic outcome was something Lin Yuan'er and the others did not want to see, and their worries were beyond words.
Only Red Tiger and He Yunsong knew about Mo Ming's bizarre overtaking maneuver. As the two raced after each other, Mo Ming managed to drift closely along the inner track at a wildly reckless speed, which was enough to make anyone's scalp tingle.
If the tires lost even a bit of grip and skidded, it wouldn't just be Mo Ming in danger; they might all end up playing bumper cars. However, the results proved that this was impossible.
In third place, He Yunsong wasn't discouraged; instead, a slight smile appeared on his lips. "Boss, you finally started taking this seriously. This is the strength you possess. Go for it; I believe you'll be number one."
Han Zhemin, who had been in first place all along, noticed Mo Ming closing in and his eyes flashed with a sharp glint. A smirk appeared on his lips as he said, "Those two useless fools really are pathetic; they let him catch up so easily. But Mo Ming, you will ultimately lose."
Mo Ming in the back was unaware of Han Zhemin's thoughts. Even in second place, he maintained a calm demeanor as if victory was within reach and he felt no pressure at all.
"Run all you want; I'll let you be arrogant for a while. Once we reach two-thirds of the distance, just wait for me to kick you out," Mo Ming thought to himself while wearing a faint smile.
If someone could see him, they would notice that Mo Ming occasionally accelerated and then decelerated leisurely, staying closely behind Han Zhemin's car without overtaking or falling behind.
...
The two-thirds mark had been reached.
Suddenly, Han Zhemin's sports car emitted a violent roar from its engine. Then, like lightning, Han Zhemin drifted through a sharp turn and left Mo Ming far behind.
"Heh heh, that was just a warm-up; now the real competition begins," Han Zhemin laughed maniacally. "Mo Ming, prepare yourself! This race will mark the final chapter of your life!"
Han Zhemin's maniacal laughter echoed through the mountain road...
It seemed that there was some commotion in the distance. Jordan immediately asked, "What’s happening over there?"
Lin Yuan'er, Jun Qianqian, Fu Qingyun, and Murong Lian's hearts began to race. They thought something serious had occurred, their brows furrowing in concern for Mo Ming's safety.
"The mad dog suddenly sped up and left Ming Shao far behind... He was laughing maniacally, boasting that he was sure to win this race."
Jordan cursed loudly, "Damn it, this crazy dog is so arrogant. If Ming Shao loses, he shouldn't expect to leave Panlong Road alive!"
Everyone knew the race was approaching its final stage, and they quickly drove their sports cars along the highway to the other end. They wanted to witness the final victor.
Oumengqi laughed, "Things are getting more interesting. Who wants to join me in taking the highway to the other end of Panlong Road?"
"We'll go with you!"
Lin Yuan'er replied without hesitation, and Murong Lian, Jun Qianqian, and Fu Qingyun echoed her response. The group of women then hopped into Oumengqi's sports car and headed down Panlong Road, veering onto the highway.
"Heh heh, do you think you're the only one holding back your strength? How naive, pure-hearted little boy!"
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