171: Chapter 171 The Competition Begins!

Facing Song Jun's arrogant provocation, Zhang Qi didn't even lift an eyelid.

He didn't even spare the other party a glance, treating Song Jun completely as air.

This direct dismissal instantly made Song Jun feel like a clown.

There was no extraneous expression on Zhang Qi's handsome face, only calm composure.

He turned his head directly to look at Li Bingyue, whose eyes were filled only with him.

"Bingyue, is there some special reason for racing at night?"

Zhang Qi's voice was calm, carrying a hint of casual laziness.

Generally speaking, daylight provided ample light, and visibility on the Racetrack would certainly be better.

He was indeed a bit curious about the unspoken rules within these circles of second-generation elites.

Li Bingyue, hearing Zhang Qi take the initiative to ask her, immediately leaned in closer, behaving obediently.

The faint scent of perfume on her, mixed with the aura of youth, rushed toward him.

"Brother Qi, it's actually mainly because one has to wear that kind of heavy protective gear for the race."

Li Bingyue extended her fair fingers and pointed to the racing suit hanging not far away.

"It's too hot in the sun during the day; wearing that outfit would practically give someone heatstroke."

"Besides, we aren't in some strict professional race, so there aren't that many rules."

"The temperature drops at night, and with the breeze, it's much cooler—everyone just does whatever is comfortable."

"Anyway, once the searchlights next to the Racetrack are turned on, it's no different from the daytime; everything is clearly visible."

Zhang Qi nodded slightly, signaling her to continue.

Li Bingyue tucked the loose hair behind her ear and lowered her voice to continue explaining.

"Also, most people don't have to work or attend social engagements at night, so they have time to come over and play."

"Those competing can also call more friends to come and cheer them on, making the scene lively."

"The most critical point is, if an accident happens during a night race..."

"...most official departments are off duty, so it's easier for everyone to handle things privately."

"After all, everyone is here to play; nobody wants to blow things out of proportion."

Hearing this explanation, Zhang Qi's doubts were completely resolved.

He had asked these things just to understand the inside scoop of this circle.

Now that he understood, he felt it didn't matter whether they raced during the day or at night.

Zhang Qi turned his head again, his gaze falling calmly on the furious Song Jun.

"Since you're in such a rush, let's race now."

Zhang Qi's tone was understated, as if he were agreeing to a trivial matter.

"Fine, you said it yourself—then let's do it now!"

Song Jun couldn't wait to ruthlessly humiliate this love rival on the Racetrack.

He realized that ever since Zhang Qi appeared, he had completely become a background prop.

That huge sense of disparity from being completely ignored made him desperately want to defeat Zhang Qi.

He wanted to prove to everyone that he was the true king of this Racetrack!

In the following time, the entire Racetrack staff began intensive preparations.

The Racetrack owner, Liu Yun, personally held a walkie-talkie, directing the staff to clear the Racetrack.

The onlookers and fellow racers all excitedly retreated behind the safety barriers.

Before long, the spacious Racetrack was completely cleared.

Song Jun rode his racing bike, which cost over a hundred, waiting at the starting line with the engine roaring.

On the other side, Zhang Qi also followed Li Bingyue to the VIP changing room.

When Zhang Qi took off his jacket, preparing to change into that black full-body protective suit.

The perfect muscle lines sculpted by his terrifying Physique were instantly exposed.

That explosive Physique was even more perfect than the top male models.

Li Bingyue and the few girlfriends who followed her in all gasped upon seeing this scene.

Li Bingyue's pretty face turned beet red instantly, but her eyes couldn't bear to look away.

Zhang Qi calmly put on his protective suit and donned the black full-face helmet.

At this moment, the ten-million-level champion motorcycle had already been pushed out by the staff.

The streamlined red body, under the lights, radiated a breathtaking mechanical beauty.

As soon as this legendary bike appeared, it instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Countless racers let out crazy exclamations, their eyes filled with fanatical worship.

Zhang Qi strode forward with his long legs, skillfully mounting this out-of-print legendary bike.

The moment he turned the key and pressed the start button.

"Boom!"

A roar of the engine, like that of an ancient beast, instantly echoed throughout the entire Racetrack.

The sound was low and wild, completely suppressing the roar of Song Jun's bike.

Song Jun sat on his bike, looking at the ten-million-level champion motorcycle between Zhang Qi's legs.

A flash of intense covetousness and jealousy instantly crossed his eyes.

That was the out-of-print war machine of the six-time champion, the top-tier legendary item that all motorcycle enthusiasts dreamed of.

Although he was insanely jealous in his heart, he still pretended to be disdainful on the surface and let out a cold snort.

"Hmph, what's the use of a good bike? On the Racetrack, it all depends on driving skills!"

To save face, Song Jun turned around and made a gesture he thought was cool to his group of fair-weather friends.

His group of lackeys immediately cooperated by letting out a deafening cheer.

Listening to the flattery around him, Song Jun's vanity was greatly satisfied.

He turned his head, looking provocatively at Zhang Qi beside him through the helmet visor.

Song Jun slammed the throttle twice, the huge roar seemingly a display of defiance toward Zhang Qi.

However, Zhang Qi sat on that dark black legendary bike, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

Facing such childish provocation from Song Jun, he naturally couldn't be bothered to respond.

Zhang Qi's eyes, through the visor, calmly stared at the Racetrack ahead.

In his mind right now, there was only the knowledge of the professional-level motorcycle driving skill bestowed by the system.

Every angle of leaning into a turn, every timing for accelerating, was all crystal clear.

Coupled with his terrifying Physique that transcended human limits, this race held no suspense for him.

Zhang Qi steadily controlled the clutch, riding the bike to the designated position on the starting line.

The two top-tier motorcycles stopped side-by-side at the starting line, the deafening roar instantly making the atmosphere of the entire scene boil.

A professional referee from the Racetrack walked over, wearing a conspicuous vest.

The referee held a starting pistol in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the two with seriousness.

"Are both drivers ready?"

Song Jun nodded vigorously, his body already leaning slightly forward, ready for a launch start.

Zhang Qi appeared very calm, just nodding slightly in response.

Seeing this, the referee raised the starting pistol in his hand high.

Everyone in the audience instantly held their breath, staring intently at the two racing bikes on the starting line.

Li Bingyue nervously grabbed her best friend's arm, her palms sweating.

The referee took a deep breath, his loud voice echoing throughout the venue via the loudspeaker.

"Three!"

Song Jun stared fixedly at the Racetrack ahead, his eyes revealing a crazy desire to win.

"Two!"

Zhang Qi felt the violent vibration from the steel beast beneath him, a confident arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

"One!"

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a crisp gunshot, a wisp of white smoke emerged from the referee's starting pistol.

In an instant, both top-tier racing bikes emitted an earth-shattering roar simultaneously.

The rear wheel of the dark black champion motorcycle frantically rubbed against the ground, instantly emitting a burst of white smoke.

Relying on his terrifying reaction speed, Zhang Qi's coordination of the clutch and throttle was seamless.

The two racing bikes, like two violent cheetahs that had completely broken free from their chains, dashed out toward the Racetrack ahead.