787: Chapter 787 The van caught up?

10:00 PM. The foot of the Tianxun mountain road.

The foot of the mountain looked unusually different today; instead of its usual desolation, the air was filled with the deafening roar of engines.

The area was cordoned off and packed with spectators who had come to watch.

They had all heard that there would be a thrilling race tonight.

Not only would the King of Jiangnan be there, but there was also a special contestant.

That was none other than...

Ye Chen, who had been causing quite a stir in recent days.

How could this not cause the entire Nanxun racing scene to explode?

At this moment, Ning Feng was leaning against his race car, surrounded by several cronies.

"Young Master Ning, although that guy has a big reputation, he definitely doesn't have your driving skills. Racing against him is just bullying a novice!"

"That's right, being able to fight doesn't mean you can drive. That kid is doomed to lose."

"Why don't we open a betting pool? Let's spice things up for everyone!"

The people around them all sang a tune of doom for Ye Chen, while boosting Ning Feng's morale.

In their eyes, Ye Chen was simply seeking his own death.

Ning Feng curled his lips and said indifferently, "Bullying a novice is the only way to make them properly reflect on themselves, isn't it?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding cronies chimed in, flattering him.

"Just because of what Young Master Ning said, I'm betting 800,000 that Ye Chen loses!"

"Hmph, an arrogant guy who actually dares to race against the King of Jiangnan. Does he think he's Ye Chen?"

"Are you an idiot? He is Ye Chen. But so what? Does being Ye Chen mean he can look down on everything?"

"Exactly! As long as they come to our Nanxun, dragons must coil and tigers must lie low!"

The flattery was laid on thick, and the skill of their bootlicking was increasingly refined.

Ning Feng enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention, as this was his daily life.

Who was he? Ning Feng!

All of this should have belonged to him!

Ye Chen was nothing!

Just a savage with good luck. If Ye Chen's good fortune could fall upon him, he would only do better than him.

As he thought about this, a flicker of jealousy appeared in his eyes.

That's right.

They all felt that Ye Chen must have had some miraculous encounter to climb from an ordinary, divorced man to his current height.

Otherwise, it was completely inexplicable.

And if this miraculous encounter could be maximized on an ordinary person, wouldn't it be multiplied if it were on him?

After all, his talent was better!

His comprehension was stronger!

His conditions were streets ahead of Ye Chen's!

At this moment, a young man with very ostentatious hair glanced at his watch and couldn't help but speak up.

"Damn it!"

"It's already five past ten, why hasn't that kid arrived yet?"

"He wouldn't be scared and hiding, would he?"

"That's not impossible. After all, with Young Master Ning's reputation here, that kid probably looked him up online and was too scared to come." Someone laughed, starting to mock him.

Another young man in a jacket looked on with disdain, "If that's really the case, he's too cowardly. I even traveled from the neighboring city just to watch the fun!"

"Exactly, calling himself the Deputy Leader of the Dragon Group, yet he doesn't even have the guts to accept the challenge?"

For a moment, the surrounding discussion took on a different tone, shifting from contempt to mockery.

If they hadn't heard that the fool competing against the King of Jiangnan was the Deputy Leader of the Dragon Group, they wouldn't have even bothered to come.

As a result... the opponent was too scared to show up, which was a real letdown.

Listening to the voices around him, Ning Feng straightened his clothes and sneered.

"It's better if he doesn't come."

"It saves me the trouble of dealing with him personally!"

"However, if he really doesn't dare to come, then he can forget about ever holding his head up in Nanxun."

This was his confidence as the King of Jiangnan!

"I, Ning Feng, hate nothing more than people who run away after acting tough."

"If Ye Chen doesn't show up today, tomorrow the entire Jiangnan region will know he's a coward."

The moment he finished speaking, the roar of an engine came from a distance.

Everyone froze, then turned to look.

They saw a Wuling Hongguang speeding towards them.

The whole crowd: "???"

Wait... did this minivan take a wrong turn?

However, when the Wuling Hongguang stopped and Ye Chen and Yan Qingwu stepped out, everyone was stunned.

The next second, the foot of the mountain erupted into waves of laughter.

"Hahaha! Is he trying to laugh me to death? He actually drove a Wuling Hongguang here!"

"He must have watched too many movies and thought he could do it too!"

Many people thought Ye Chen had gone crazy.

After all... a Wuling Hongguang versus Ning Feng's race car?

That was simply like throwing an egg against a rock...

Ning Feng was also stunned.

The Dragon Group wasn't poor, right?

Their annual budget was terrifyingly high, yet they couldn't get a decent car and brought a minivan instead?

And it was a Wuling Hongguang at that.

Ning Feng's mouth twitched several times, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Ye Chen, are you... serious? Betting against my sports car with a Wuling Hongguang???"

Ye Chen glanced at the Wuling Hongguang and asked indifferently, "What? Looking down on minivans? This car of mine is rear-wheel drive, a drifting machine!"

He said this, but he felt incredibly helpless inside.

Damn it.

Who told him to open his big mouth and provoke that sly "secretary".

That girl really arranged a Wuling Hongguang for him.

Under the guise of... limited funds and insufficient financial resources.

When Ye Chen looked at Yan Qingwu, she shot him a provocative look.

That posture!

That expression!

That look!

It was as if she was telling Ye Chen...

Not satisfied?

Then should I exchange it for an even worse one?

However, as his voice fell, the whole scene erupted in laughter again.

Everyone felt that this legendary Dragon Group leader must have lost his mind!

Ning Feng laughed enough before shaking his head and saying,

"Ye Chen, I advise you to change cars."

"I'm not someone who can't afford to lose, but if I win against your minivan with a professional race car, I..."

"Will feel very embarrassed."

What was the difference between this and using a cannon to shoot a sparrow?

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow, "You can't say it like that. What if I win while driving this Wuling Hongguang? Wouldn't that be even more fun?"

Ning Feng: "???"

Wait... what kind of confidence does this guy have that makes him think he can win against me?

Let alone winning, it was impossible!

If he actually won, he could eat his race car!

Seeing his shocked expression, Ye Chen couldn't help but provocatively ask, "What? Are you afraid of losing to me?"

"What a joke!"

Ning Feng laughed dumbfoundedly.

"You don't think a Wuling Hongguang can actually beat me, do you?"

"Fine, I'll give you a chance."

The jeering from the crowd grew louder.

They could see it now.

This Ye Chen could fight, but he underestimated the technical complexity of racing.

So much so that he thought he had it in the bag.

In reality, he didn't know the first thing about the industry!

Ye Chen smiled, said nothing, and sat back in the car.

Yan Qingwu was speechless, but eventually sat in the passenger seat.

"Should I get out?" After Yan Qingwu fastened her seatbelt, she started to regret it.

Ye Chen shrugged, "Then that counts as you losing the bet."

"You!"

Yan Qingwu snorted and said unhappily, "I'll see how you lose!"

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow.

He would lose?

Impossible!

The race was about to start.

Ning Feng sat in the Audi R8, the engine roaring like a beast growling.

He was ready, scanning the Wuling Hongguang next to him.

Pretend.

Keep pretending.

In a moment, when you can't even see my taillights, let's see how you keep pretending.

At this moment, a referee wearing a fluorescent vest walked between the two cars and raised the starting flag.

The whole crowd went quiet.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

The starting flag swung down violently.

"Vroom—Boom!!!"

The Audi R8 shot out like a beast off its leash, instantly surging forward dozens of meters.

And the Wuling Hongguang...

Started leisurely, even stuttering a bit.

The crowd erupted in laughter.

"Hahahaha! I'm dying of laughter! At this starting speed, my grandma with a cane is faster than him!"

"It's over, it's over, I regret coming. What's there to watch? It's a one-sided slaughter!"

"Don't panic! What if there's a miracle?"

On the mountain road, Ning Feng glanced at the rearview mirror.

Behind him was pitch black, not even the shadow of a headlight.

He chuckled and shook his head.

"So much for the Deputy Leader of the Dragon Group, is that it?"

"Arrogance is one thing, but being this stupid..."

"A minivan wanting to overtake a modified sports car? It's pure wishful thinking!"

He withdrew his gaze, turned the steering wheel with one hand, and drew a beautiful arc around the first curve.

The speed was kept at 150, which wasn't fast for a mountain road race, but it was enough to leave a minivan in the dust.

And this modified sports car hadn't even reached its maximum speed yet!

So, he had won this race.

And that Ye Chen would pay a heavy price for his arrogance!

In a moment.

The second curve.

The third curve.

Ning Feng began to relax, even having time to reach out and adjust the stereo.

Sure enough, he had overestimated the opponent; he shouldn't have had any expectations at all...

However.

When he entered the fourth curve, driven by muscle memory, he subconsciously glanced at the rearview mirror.

The next second.

His face changed drastically.