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In this situation, Mo Ming seemed to have anticipated it, a faint smile on his lips as he revved the engine, producing a pleasant roar akin to an angry beast's growl. The sports car surged forward like a wild horse breaking free from its restraints.
In an instant, he left He Yunsong and Red Tiger far behind.
Just as Han Zhemin was feeling pleased that Mo Ming had completely disappeared from view, he was astonished to see Mo Ming's black sports car rapidly closing in again.
"How is this possible? Could this kid still have something up his sleeve?" Han Zhemin was briefly surprised but quickly regained his composure, grinning viciously. "No matter how hard you try, first place belongs to me, and Yuan'er is mine too!"
The two cars maneuvered skillfully around the sharp turns, their tail slides synchronized. However, if one were to scrutinize closely, Mo Ming's turns appeared even more flawless.
He drove recklessly, as if determined to face death itself. The speed of the car never decreased; instead, it maintained a firm grip on the ground. This was not only due to tire friction but also tested the driver's control over the vehicle.
A thought can lead to heaven or hell.
A moment of carelessness could lead to disaster!
However, Mo Ming had a firm grasp on the limits of friction with the car and was well aware of it, so he had no worries about potential skidding.
Ahead lay Panlong Road's "Death Road." Han Zhemin entered first, and his car showed signs of slipping at first, seemingly caught off guard, but he quickly stabilized it.
Having previously experienced "Death Road," Mo Ming faced no significant issues and charged in at high speed. Here, Han Zhemin's pace slowed slightly—not out of fear of death but fear of losing!
This road did not provide Mo Ming with many overtaking opportunities because every time he was about to pass, Han Zhemin would maneuver his car to block him.
"A bit underhanded, but I enjoy challenges," Mo Ming thought without excessive worry. Instead, he felt invigorated and chose not to overtake easily but stayed closely behind.
As they burst out of "Death Road," a victorious smile crept onto Han Zhemin's face because the ultimate victor would be him. Just as Han Zhemin reveled in his triumph,
it seemed that another thrilling scene was about to unfold at the same spot where He Yunsong had been overtaken last time...
"Ha ha, Mo Ming, don't get your hopes up. You want to make a final struggle? I won't give you any chance! Yuan'er is mine, so just die!"
Han Zhemin noticed that Mo Ming was trying to take advantage of the clear road to execute an extreme overtake. He immediately steered his car closer, intending to knock Mo Ming off the track. Once he did that, there would be no more Mo Ming in this world!
Mo Ming's car had already partially cut into the lane.
In such a dangerous situation, Han Zhemin, ruthless as ever, brought the rear of his car close to the front of Mo Ming's vehicle, aiming to use the collision between their cars to push Mo Ming and his vehicle into the ravine.
The danger was imminent.
"Sorry, you fell for it!"
A smirk appeared on Mo Ming's lips as he suddenly slowed down, using the speed difference between the two cars to quickly pull his vehicle out of reach of Han Zhemin's rear.
"What!"
This sudden turn of events left Han Zhemin stunned. Just as he regained his composure and attempted to stop Mo Ming, he failed and ended up missing entirely. Instead, Mo Ming managed to cut in front and successfully moved ahead.
The situation had completely reversed. The thrilling scene was clearly visible to those at the foot of the mountain; everyone felt their hearts racing in response to such a perilous situation.
Whether they were involved or not, they couldn't help but break into a sweat. It was too crazy; this was no longer a race but a gamble for their lives.
Fortunately, it ended without incident, and everyone felt relieved.
The results of the race were now clear: Mo Ming entered One-Line Sky first, with Han Zhemin trailing behind. There was no chance for him to overtake now; he could only settle for second place. In this race, Han Zhemin had lost once again.
Everyone gasped as Mo Ming's black sports car led the way.
"Car God!"
"Car God!"
"Car God!"
...
The owner of this black sports car, Mo Ming, would be the new legend of the night! The milestone on Panlong Road would become a record pursued by countless people.
The car slowly came to a stop, and Mo Ming stepped out. All that greeted him was admiration; no one looked down on this arrogant young man anymore because his arrogance was backed by skill.
When Lin Yuan'er saw Mo Ming, her eyes turned red. She ran over and hugged him tightly, sobbing, "Brother Mo, I was so worried you would lose. I was so afraid you would leave me."
Seeing this scene, Jun Qianqian immediately turned away, not wanting to make noise as she usually did, nor did she want to witness such a heart-wrenching moment. Murong Lian, however, bit her lip and stared intently, feeling a pang of bitterness in her heart.
"Silly girl, I'm fine. Don't cry," Mo Ming said with a slight smile as he wrapped his arms around Lin Yuan'er to comfort her.
Lin Yuan'er rested her head on Mo Ming's shoulder and shook her head. "Brother Mo, can you please stop gambling with such dangerous things? I'm really scared something will happen to you."
"Uh..."
Mo Ming hadn't considered this point. He thought he was doing it for Lin Yuan'er's sake, but it only made her worry more. Suddenly, he understood a lot and smiled, "Okay, I promise you I won't gamble like this anymore."
Fu Qingyun clapped and laughed, "Cousin-in-law is amazing! Hehe, now that little vixen definitely has nothing to say. My cousin-in-law is formidable!"
“Yeh Jing, a bet is a bet, don’t let me look down on you.”
Fu Qingyun glanced back at Yeh Jing, feeling a surge of resentment. Since the day they met, Yeh Jing had always been at odds with her and often brought others to bully her.
Upon hearing this, Yeh Jing's face flushed red, a hint of shame washing over her. She lightly bit her lip, hesitating for a long time before finally saying, “Sister Yun, you win.”
“Ah, good girl. From now on, listen to Sister Yun and stop being so pretentious. I will treat you like a good sister, understood?” Fu Qingyun said with a smug smile, ignoring how bad Yeh Jing looked.
While Mo Ming was still holding Lin Yuan'er, Han Zhemin approached after getting out of the car, wearing a bitter smile of defeat. “Mo Ming, I have to admit, you are truly better than me. This time I lost, and I will keep my promise to you.”
“Heh, at least you have some integrity.” Mo Ming pushed Lin Yuan'er up slightly and said to Han Zhemin: “I don’t think I have anything else to say to you. If there’s nothing else, you can leave.”
Han Zhemin smiled faintly, looked up at the sky, and sighed heavily. “Yuan'er, I really don’t want to leave you. If this means you’ll be better off, my departure might not be such a bad thing…”
A loud slap echoed through the valley.
Lin Yuan'er's eyes turned red as she pointed at Han Zhemin and shouted, “You bastard! You almost killed Brother Mo. Do you know that even if Brother Mo died, I would never like you? Never!”
As she spoke, Lin Yuan'er's tears broke free; she was terrified as she recalled what had just happened. In that fleeting moment earlier, she thought she would never see Mo Ming again.
“I'm sorry, Yuan'er. It seems your heart has completely been taken by Mo Ming.” Han Zhemin covered his face and forced a bitter smile. “Don’t worry; starting today, I won’t appear in front of you again. You can be at ease with your Brother Mo.”
With that, Han Zhemin said no more and turned away, heading back toward the sports car.
“Mo Ming, I won’t give up on Yuan'er. As long as you dare to do anything that makes her sad, I will definitely not let you off!”
After getting into the sports car, Han Zhemin took one last look at Lin Yuan'er, his gaze revealing a tenderness like water before it quickly shifted to one of disappointment. However, no one would notice.
And so, Han Zhemin drove away.
Mo Ming helped Lin Yuan'er wipe away her tears and smiled slightly, saying, "Yuan'er, I also want to say I'm sorry for making you worry because of me."
"Brother Mo, please don't do this again in the future." Lin Yuan'er hugged Mo Ming again and said, "I'm really scared that you will leave me. We've finally been together; I don't want you to leave me."
"Mm, I won't leave you."
Mo Ming patted Lin Yuan'er's back reassuringly.
"Mo Ming, do you know that just now my heart was also moved for you? It was shocked because of you. You make my heart feel like it's being cut with a knife; do you know that?" Jun Qianqian thought desperately in her heart.
The feeling of tears flowing inward is truly unbearable, but Jun Qianqian told herself that since she had decided to love someone, she must endure all the pain it brings.
She loved Mo Ming but didn't want him to feel burdened by it, choosing the quietest way to express herself.
This is Jun Qianqian.
An extraordinary woman and a very strong one.
Xi Yawen and the others walked over, flattering, "Oh, I didn't expect that Mo Ming's driving skills are so impressive. I wonder if he has time tonight to come to my room and chat about life!"
Upon hearing Xi Yawen's words, Lin Yuan'er immediately squeezed Mo Ming's arm hard, her strength not small; it seemed her jealousy was rising upon hearing those words.
Mo Ming looked frustrated and said, "Sorry, I don't like talking about life."
"Alright, alright, stop showing off here. Who are you trying to impress? Can't you see that Brother Mo has a beauty in his arms? How could he possibly have room for you in his eyes?" Shen Lingman teased from the side.
Xi Yawen did not pay much attention to Shen Lingman's words; she simply sighed and said, "Well, that's true. With such an outstanding man like Mo Ming, there are certainly many women who like him. I can tell that the four women he brought along are all interested in him."
"Xi Yawen, I've noticed that your words are becoming less and less honest. You're starting to sound like those dancers in a stormy place; nothing you say is pleasant," Murong Lianyu said, pointing at Xi Yawen's head with annoyance.
Xi Yawen giggled and replied, "Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore. Just keep it in mind."
Everyone was still waiting for the final result.
Would He Yusong win, or would Red Tiger come out on top? There were some exciting updates from the crowd: He Yusong was still leading, with Red Tiger trailing behind.
It was still quite thrilling; however, their brilliance was completely overshadowed by Mo Ming that night.
In the end, He Yusong, the former Car God, triumphed over Red Tiger. Despite losing, Red Tiger showed no signs of complaint and instead laughed heartily, as if winning or losing didn't matter to him because he had already given it his all.
He Yusong got the answer he wished for from Oumengqi; she agreed to his proposal. As for the wedding date, it seemed it would be delayed for quite a while...
That night’s race was incredibly gripping; everyone witnessed the birth of a new legend. A new Panlong Road Car God had emerged—Mo Ming!
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