172: Chapter 172 Top-Tier Emotional Pull!

The day of the race soon arrived, and Shen Zhou's car had already been transported to Neptune's modification site well in advance.

"Mr. Neptune, we have finally met again."

Shen Zhou reached out his hand with a chuckle and gave a firm handshake.

Moreover, this time he still didn't mind the engine oil on Neptune's hands.

However, Neptune had prepared wet wipes for him to wipe his palms in advance.

This made Shen Zhou's mood improve even more after a quick wipe.

"Mr. Shen, that Japanese man is already waiting inside."

Neptune's way of addressing Hashimoto Yasuda had also changed quietly.

His attitude toward Shen Zhou, however, had become increasingly enthusiastic.

Of course, all of this stemmed from the fact that Hashimoto Yasuda was becoming increasingly impatient with him every time.

That guy wouldn't even shake his hand, and even more ridiculously, he didn't even want to get too close to him.

The reason given was that he couldn't stand the heavy smell of engine oil on Neptune.

But as a master of modified cars who spent his whole year immersed in the modification process, how could there not be a smell of engine oil on him?

Neptune couldn't even imagine whether a boss who couldn't even tolerate the smell of engine oil could really manage a car team.

If it weren't for the fact that Shen Zhou and Hashimoto Yasuda had already agreed to the race, he would have even wanted to sell everything he had directly to Shen Zhou.

While the two were chatting, Hashimoto Yasuda walked out with his head held high.

Of course, he didn't walk on the red carpet this time, perhaps because his team also realized that Hashimoto Yasuda's previous actions might have been suspected of insulting Neptune.

"What a pity, it's too late for anything now!"

Shen Zhou couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"Shen Zhou, I thought you wouldn't dare to come?"

Hashimoto Yasuda remained very arrogant.

"You arrived so early, are you in such a rush to admit defeat?"

Shen Zhou's expression remained calm.

He gently rested his right hand on his legendary Formula Racing car.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was focused on the car nearby.

"My God, am I seeing this right? Isn't that the car that the racing god Schumacher drove back in the day?"

Many people around Hashimoto Yasuda exclaimed in surprise.

These people were all professionals who knew the racing field very well.

Moreover, the unique markings on the car in front of them included many from various major grand prix championships.

As long as one is into cars, no one would dare to randomly stick such badges on a car.

Otherwise, they would either attract ridicule or be challenged recklessly by others.

"It is driving skill, not the car, that determines the outcome of the race."

"What's the use of a good car? Watch how I take care of this guy."

Hashimoto Yasuda, who was on the side, couldn't help but snort coldly, but he was also very surprised in his heart.

Because even he couldn't get his hands on this car.

And the car he had prepared couldn't compare in quality to this one that Schumacher had driven.

Fortunately, he was very confident in his own skills; otherwise, the final result of this race could have been announced in advance.

Soon, both sides entered the racetrack.

What caught people's attention once again was the large number of medical emergency personnel equipped at the scene.

Whether it was Shen Zhou or Hashimoto Yasuda, both sides tacitly prepared plenty of medical personnel at the scene.

Even if an accident occurred at the race site, the top-tier medical team and medical equipment could provide rescue at any time.

It is no exaggeration to say that the medical equipment here was sufficient to support almost any surgery in a Grade A tertiary hospital in China.

"On your marks, bang!"

Neptune acted as the starter and pulled the trigger in his hand immediately.

This race consisted of five laps, and the first to reach the finish line would win.

The moment the starting gun went off, the two Formula Racing cars roared out like arrows released from a bowstring.

Although Hashimoto Yasuda was a greasy, flashy guy who overly liked to put on a show.

But in fact, he really liked Formula Racing and had started getting involved in this industry from a very young age.

This guy looked thin and weak, but deep down, he was full of desire and longing for wildness.

On the racetrack, Hashimoto Yasuda even took the lead right away, maneuvering his vehicle, swaying left and right.

"It looks like Mr. Hashimoto is going to win; seizing the initiative on the track is very important!"

"Mr. Hashimoto has been involved with Formula Racing since he was a child; how can a mere Chinese person compare to our boss!"

"There is no suspense left in this race!"

Many of Hashimoto Yasuda's subordinates were already boasting.

However, Maria and the others on the side were still completely unconcerned.

As for Mr. Hans, the exclusive trainer for Porsche, his heart remained calm.

"Poor Hashimoto Yasuda, he is about to face an unprecedented, crushing defeat."

"But he will also feel incredibly lucky, because this might be the only Formula Racing competition in this top billionaire's life!"

Mr. Hans looked at Hashimoto Yasuda, who was slightly in the lead on the track, with full pity.

"Mr. Hans, what do you mean by that? Don't you think our boss will win?"

One of Hashimoto Yasuda's subordinates suddenly couldn't hold back and retorted on the spot.

"I don't know if he will win or not, but I can tell you from my extensive experience in watching races that having an advantage in the early stages of a race does not determine the final outcome."

"Not even the racing god Schumacher could guarantee that."

Mr. Hans couldn't help but roll his eyes; he didn't bother arguing with people who thought they were extremely professional.

He also had no obligation to popularize professional knowledge to these inexplicable guys.

Meanwhile, on the racetrack at this moment, although Shen Zhou was trailing by half a car length, the expression on his face was very calm.

Because the race had just begun, and the first corner had only just appeared.

And based on his rich experience, he had long ago judged Hashimoto Yasuda's approximate skill level.

Therefore, starting from the first corner, the real overtaking was about to unfold.

Sure enough, in the process of approaching the corner, Hashimoto Yasuda couldn't help but start to reduce his speed.

Even the race car suddenly experienced a momentary hesitation due to the deceleration.

It was also at this moment that Shen Zhou saw the gap and opportunity to overtake.

Holding the mindset of being skilled and bold, a sharp glint appeared in Shen Zhou's eyes, and he slammed on the accelerator.

The race car, moving like lightning, brought him an extremely pleasant enjoyment.

Ordinary people wouldn't dare to easily accelerate on the racetrack, but Shen Zhou was not in that category.

Moreover, he had already tried similar maneuvers many times on the training ground.

With Hashimoto Yasuda slowing down and him accelerating, he successfully achieved a clean and decisive overtake.

Pulling the handbrake and flooring the accelerator, accompanied by an extremely exaggerated tilt of the car body, but everything ultimately concluded successfully.

And Shen Zhou displayed a gratifying, textbook-like drift in front of everyone.