At this moment, Mo Yang discovered that the white sports car he had left behind by about half a lap was actually catching up now.

"Damn! Is this for real?"

Mo Yang's eyes widened, he could hardly believe his eyes, uttering an incredulous shout as if he had seen a ghost.

Soon, Zhu Bufan's car speed increased once again, about to pull up beside Mo Yang's sports car.

It wasn't long before Zhu Bufan's white sports car slightly overtook Mo Yang's red one. However, Zhu Bufan didn't speed up; he just slightly led Mo Yang, as if it was intentional.

"He overtook him! He actually did it!"

The scene erupted with astonishment. Although just moments before, they were certain the white sports car would definitely overtake Mo Yang's red one.

But at the actual moment of overtaking, they couldn't help but exclaim.

The reason is simple, they all were very familiar with Mo Yang's driving skills, which were only slightly inferior to Car King's, but still rarely matched on the racing track.

And now, an unknown racer had overtaken him, how could they not be shocked?

As Zhu Bufan's white sports car drove alongside, he didn't speed up, maintaining the same pace as Mo Yang. In Zhu Bufan's right hand, he held a cigarette, exhaling a wisp of smoke from the corner of his mouth.

Zhu Bufan then casually smiled at Mo Yang.

In that smile, there was no disdain, no contempt, no mockery at all, just a light, indifferent smile.

But to Mo Yang, he felt he had completely lost, not just the race, but also completely defeated in terms of momentum.

Because on Zhu Bufan's face, he saw an aura of calm and composed sovereignty, like that of a true king.

With a glance at the receding silhouette of Zhu Bufan's car, Mo Yang felt a deep sense of loss.

Though he was extremely frustrated, he didn't take it too seriously, for his true objective this time wasn't to win the race, but something else entirely.

However, Zhu Bufan's appearance had completely disrupted his plans.

Immediately, he hastily took out his phone and dialed a number.

Once the call connected, Mo Yang carefully said, "Boss Jiu, there's been a change of plans!"

"What?"

On the other end, Boss Jiu's voice was chillingly cold. "Mo Yang, listen closely! Whatever I, your Boss Jiu wants, I must have, no matter what methods you use, you must bring it to me!"

"But, Boss Jiu, the situation is really tricky right now!"

Mo Yang said with some difficulty.

"Damn it, looking for death, are you?"

Boss Jiu on the phone huffed coldly, "Stop your damn yapping. I'm sending over some help now, you've got to bring her to me by any means necessary! If you ruin my plans tonight, you better brace for being crippled!"

No sooner had the words fallen, before Mo Yang could reply, Boss Jiu hung up the phone.

"Shit!"

Mo Yang hung up the phone, his mouth twitched, and a hint of a sinister look flashed across his eyes.

"Holy shit, that was insanely cool!"

"Heroes truly emerge! Damn, this guy is amazing, smoking and driving at the same time, just like Car King's style to a tee!"

At this moment, in the VIP lounge, an excited voice roared.

The voice carried a trace of excitement and admiration.

"What?"

Upon hearing these words, the Car King Shangguan Lingfei slightly rose from his seat and walked straight over, staring intently at the large screen.

Boom!

At that moment, an ear-piercing roar sounded, and a white sports car landed steadily on the finish line in a perfect straight line.

Then, from the white sports car, a girl, still slightly shaken but with an endlessly excited expression, and a young man, very calm and collected with a cigarette in his mouth, disembarked.

The young man took a deep drag of his cigarette, as if nothing had happened, and calmly walked away.

The ones who came down from the car were none other than Zhu Bufan and Jiang Xinying.

On Jiang Xinying's pretty face, the excitement and thrill of the race and her slightly alarmed heart continued to throb relentlessly.

"Cheers cheers cheers!!"

At that moment, the entire venue erupted once again with explosive cheers.

This was their way of adoring a new rising racing master.

Everyone had already regarded Zhu Bufan as a new racing expert, and his performance had been too exhilarating, having just overtaken the Street Racing Little Overlord by half a lap.

In their eyes, Zhu Bufan, so young, yet possessing such supreme driving skills, had a very real possibility of surpassing the Car King.

Zhu Bufan and Jiang Xinying were different. Accustomed to the surrounding cheers, Zhu Bufan took a deep inhale from his cigarette and headed to the restroom.

While Jiang Xinying had never before received such universal attention and adoration, her face immediately lit up with excitement as she waved non-stop to her fans, blowing them kisses.

After reveling in the moment, Jiang Xinying remembered the bet she had with Mo Yang. Seeing Mo Yang's sports car nearing the finish line, Jiang Xinying walked straight towards it.

"Wow! Handsome, you were just so cool. Can I have your number?"

As Zhu Bufan was heading to the restroom, a fiery red-haired and sensually dressed woman approached him, a slim cigarette between slender fingers, exhaling a ring of smoke, her lips looking seductively charming.

"Sorry, beautiful, I need to use the restroom. Let's talk about life later!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Bufan smiled slightly, took her phone, entered a string of numbers, and stuffed the phone into her ample cleavage.

"So cool!"

Watching Zhu Bufan's departing figure, the red-haired beauty smiled seductively, feeling a slight pain as her chest pressed against the phone, and couldn't help but laugh charmingly, "What an adorable hunk, if he comes back, I must chase after him!"

By the time Mo Yang drove his sports car to the finish line, the venue lacked much screaming and cheering; all there was were some scorn and mockery.

When Mo Yang got out of the car, Jiang Xinying walked up, smacked the hood heavily, and with a challenging gaze, smirked, "Mo Yang, you've lost to me this time!"

Jiang Xinying felt extremely vindicated. In their last encounter, this guy had beaten her, and his arrogance was unbearable. Now, she could finally get some retribution.

"Hmph! Before the race, you said that if you lost, you'd have to bow down to me!"

Jiang Xinying blinked playfully with a teasing tone.

Hearing her words, Mo Yang looked around with a bitter expression, "In front of so many people, you want me to bow down? Isn't that too humiliating?"

"Hmph! Serves you right! You lost, so you should honor your promise!"

Jiang Xinying huffed in response.

Mo Yang's eyes chilled momentarily, a flash of malevolence hardly noticeable, then, with a face full of obsequious smiles, replied, "Beauty, why the excitement? I'm not refusing to bow down to you; I just think there are too many people around here! I still have to make a living in this place."

"How about this? We go over there where there are fewer people, and you can tell me how to bow down, and I will do just that!"

Jiang Xinying followed Mo Yang's gesture towards Fang Zhu, noticing that there were hardly any people there and that it seemed quite dark.

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