10, 9, 8, 7, 6...

When the young lady counted down to 5, everyone got excited.

4, 3...

But as the countdown began, Situ Yang's whole body was tense, his eyes fixed ahead, while Koji also patted the head of the alluring lady who was working hard, signaling her to pause for a moment.

The alluring lady reluctantly raised her head, with a crystalline droplet still glistening at the corner of her mouth. After wiping it off, she licked her glistening lips, greedily staring at the towering mainstay.

3, 2, 1...

"Start..."

As the young lady began to utter the word, Koji's GTR and Situ Yang's Wiesmann raced out with a roar, flames spitting from their exhausts.

The gust from the two cars racing by lifted the young lady's skirt high, revealing the white lace inside.

But after pressing down her skirt, she quickly ran to the large LED screen that displayed the entire Baling Mountain track, seemingly unwilling to miss this exciting race.

Through the LED screen, the spectators could see that Situ Yang's Wiesmann and Koji's GTR gradually pulled apart during the initial launch due to their differing performances.

Koji's GTR was in the lead, while Situ Yang's Wiesmann closely followed.

Though there was some distance at the start, Situ Yang stuck close, but upon reaching the first bend, Koji used a series of drifts with an incredible speed of 8 meters per second, astonishing those watching the race.

On the other hand, although Situ Yang was also strong with a speed of 5 meters per second, he was far behind compared to Koji.

For a moment, people shook their heads and sighed, realizing the gap at the first bend, wondering how they could compete afterward as the initial momentum was already lost to the opponent.

"Koji is indeed Fujiwara Takumi's disciple; his skill is truly remarkable. To drift continuously at 8 meters per second, he's a genius..."

"Yeah, I didn't expect Koji's continuous drifting to be so strong. If he's like this, I wonder how strong Fujiwara Takumi is..."

"Alas, although Situ Yang is very strong, compared to Koji, he's far behind. Tonight's race will likely be lost..."

Watching the LED screen, after falling behind at the first bend, Situ Yang was being gradually outdistanced in the subsequent bends, causing those supporting him to sigh, knowing that tonight they would lose honor to the "little devils."

Those supporting Koji, however, shouted excitedly, clinking their beer glasses as if already celebrating Koji's victory.

If one didn't know, they might think they were Japanese, but they were indeed Huaxia people.

Among them, Liu Tao and Wang Shuang, loyal supporters of Koji, were thoroughly enjoying themselves, cheering the loudest.

However, most of the audience still supported Situ Yang, with many people holding strong national pride, so they couldn't stand their behavior and scolded them,

But unexpectedly, the slightly drunk Liu Tao and Wang Shuang, fueled by excitement, mocked those people and insulted Huaxia racers.

Immediately, those people wouldn't take it, leading to a conflict. In the end, naturally, Wang Shuang and Liu Tao were beaten until their heads were bleeding. Fortunately, Bai Lingfeng intervened in time, or else they might have died tonight.

"What are you doing, fighting among ourselves? There are Japanese people here. Do you want them to laugh at us?"

Bai Lingfeng rebuked those who fought.

"Boss, these two guys were too unpleasant."

"Yeah, these two would definitely have been traitors in the past."

"Shut up, are you not ashamed?"

From the LED screen, Bai Lingfeng watched as Situ Yang fell further behind Koji, his heart full of rage and unwillingness.

At this moment, he seemed to see Koji's smug face after winning the race.

And seeing their own people fighting among themselves while the few Japanese with Koji secretly laughed made him even more furious.

Those who were rebuked by Bai Lingfeng didn't speak, but they all felt the same resentment and frustration as he did.

Surely, anyone with a bit of patriotic spirit in Huaxia wouldn't want to lose to the Japanese, especially not on their own turf.

But what could be done now?

The strength Koji displayed had already left them feeling hopeless.

Situ Yang was getting further and further behind, while Koji ran better and faster...

Will tonight's race really be lost? Will Huaxia professional racing truly be oppressed by the Japanese for life?

They felt upset and unwilling, but were powerless...

...

In the Wiesmann, Situ Yang was also anxious. He had reached the fourth bend, but even after drifting through the bends, he couldn't even see Koji's taillights.

"How is he so fast?" Situ Yang was almost flooring the accelerator, the Wiesmann's exhaust pipes were glowing red, but he still couldn't catch up to Koji.

Turning his head to look at Ye Qiu, who seemed to be asleep in the seat, Situ Yang was infuriated.

At such a critical moment, you're really sleeping? It was fine to sleep before the race, but now you're dragging me down?

With fury in his heart, Situ Yang slammed the steering wheel and shouted, "Ye Qiu..."

Ye Qiu seemed aware of Situ Yang's thoughts, and without opening his eyes, calmly said, "Don't worry, wait until we're on the return and leave it to me..."

Tonight's race on Baling Mountain was a round trip, reaching the mountain top then returning via the original route.

Climbing mostly tested the car's performance, while descending tested the driver's control, as some bends on Baling Mountain faced precipices, and the downhill path added the risk of the car skidding, falling off the cliff, and leading to a crash.

So, descending was a test of a driver's control over the car, and it also tested a driver's stability and mental resilience.

Listening to Ye Qiu's calm words and seeing his unhurried expression, Situ Yang glared at him and said, "I hope you're not just boasting, otherwise I won't let you off after the race!"

Even though he said this, Situ Yang was still somewhat skeptical of Ye Qiu and focused entirely on controlling the Wiesmann, trying to close the distance with Koji as much as possible.

Even if the result might be a loss, it shouldn't be a disgraceful one.

Lose with dignity; since you're on the track, fight with all your might until you can't fight anymore.

Boom.

The Wiesmann seemed to sense Situ Yang's fierce fighting spirit, unexpectedly increasing its speed, and at the fifth bend, Situ Yang broke through himself, achieving a drift of 7 meters per second...

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