The speed of the white BMW X6 quickly surpassed the speed Lan Lan had reached when she was driving it.

220.

225.

230.

…

250.

252.

255.

The BMW X6, which Lan Lan had driven to a top speed of only 210, now unexpectedly exceeded 255. At this moment, the objects outside the windows zoomed by like a fast-forwarded movie.

It was truly Lan Lan's first time driving a car this fast, and what's more, the speed was still increasing, albeit slowly, but it was indeed rising.

Had it merely been a matter of speed, Lan Lan wouldn't have been so surprised. However, Ye Xiao didn't slow down at all when taking turns. It was impossible to grasp how he managed it, a quick flash and he was past the bend. It was drifting for sure, but how could the speed be so fast?

Good heavens!

Today, Lan Lan had truly broadened her horizons. Moreover, she now truly understood a saying, that one would rather believe in ghosts than ever trust a man's word. Hadn't this guy claimed he had never driven fast before? Was this high speed not considered fast driving? It was practically flying.

What's worse was that Ye Xiao, unlike Lan Lan who had been extremely nervous just moments ago, was driving with one hand on the steering wheel quite relaxedly, occasionally glancing over at Lan Lan.

Currently, not only had Lan Lan fastened her seatbelt, but she was also gripping the handle tightly with one hand.

Zhao Xin, driving her red Ferrari, had maintained her speed around 325, and that speed had already overtaken the white BMW X6 by five or six laps; thus, in Zhao Xin's view, she was certainly winning.

Moreover, Zhao Xin saw Lan Lan's BMW X6 parked on the side of the track, with its hood open; she figured there must be some trouble with Lan Lan's car. However, trying to fix it now appeared to be too late, so Zhao Xin was even more determined, continuously overtaking at the point where the BMW X6 was parked.

However, when she passed the BMW X6 again, suddenly, she realized it was no longer there.

Could they have withdrawn?

Zhao Xin was very puzzled. However, just then, she was surprised to find a white BMW rapidly approaching from behind. This was no ordinary driving— it was pure speeding!

In Zhao Xin's eyes, the BMW X6 moved as fast as light. From initially being very far behind, it rapidly closed in on her red Ferrari, and during her moment of distraction, the BMW X6 had already zipped past her red Ferrari at an extremely high speed.

This...

Zhao Xin was dumbfounded.

What kind of speed was this? How could the BMW X6, which had never exceeded 180 before, suddenly go so fast, and after overtaking her red Ferrari, it quickly left her far behind?

Zhao Xin was shocked and immediately tried to increase her speed again. Although her driving skills were decent, after exceeding 220, she soon felt somewhat unable to control her car, and her red Ferrari seemed only capable of reaching this speed.

One lap.

Two laps.

Three laps.

Zhao Xin had initially felt like she was street racing, but as the white BMW continuously overtook, repeatedly left her behind, and repeatedly disappeared from her view, Zhao Xin suddenly felt like her speed was like that of a snail. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't catch up, as if her efforts were in vain.

At this moment, Xu Ming, Ren Yi, and others who stood on the outskirts of the track, were initially happy about Zhao Xin leading Lan Lan. However, after the hood of the car was opened and Ye Xiao tampered with the components somehow, the originally sluggish white BMW suddenly transformed, its speed drastically increasing, repeatedly overtaking Zhao Xin's red Ferrari.

"How is this possible?" Ren Yi watched the track, disbelief written all over his face, completely unable to imagine what had happened to Lan Lan's white BMW to suddenly become so powerful and fast, a speed he wasn't even sure he could achieve.

Xu Ming had been very pleased watching Zhao Xin leading, because if Zhao Xin won, it meant he could have his way with his victory—even if just for three days—but those three days were enough for Xu Ming to indulge in all manners of pleasure. Even if Lan Lan had to join the Weihang Club Minghai branch at an exceptional admission, that was okay. However, now, a sudden change occurred.

Zhao Xin, who had been far ahead, was overtaken again by the BMW that had restarted, and this overtaking was not slow or hesitant, but a resounding decisive overtaking.

Furthermore, more importantly, Xu Ming clearly saw that the person driving again wasn't Lan Lan, but that so-called boyfriend of hers.

"It seems we've encountered a real master," Xu Ming coldly stated.

Ren Yi looked and said, "That person is truly a master, but why did Lan Lan refuse to let him in the car before? Could it have been just to confuse us?"

Xu Ming said, "Maybe. We don't know anything about this guy's background, but his speed is such that probably only I could compete with him among us."

Ren Yi said, "So what do we do? Brother Ming, are we just going to admit defeat? If Zhao Xin loses, it's not just a simple matter of winning or losing—it's about the prestige of our Weihang Club's Minghai division. If people from the provincial city find out, it might be difficult to handle."

Xu Ming said, "You think I don't know that? Let's just wait and see. Maybe that BMW X6 has been finely modified, but I really can't imagine there being such an expert in modifying cars in all of Minghai City."

At that moment, Xu Ming and Ren Yi were extremely tense. Womanizing was no longer the most important thing. If Lan Lan and Ye Xiao won today, not only would Zhao Xin have to spend twenty-four hours with Ye Xiao, but more importantly, the reputation of the Weihang Club's Minghai division would be greatly damaged if this got out.

"Are you that nervous?" Ye Xiao, with a relaxed expression, smiled and looked at Lan Lan's very tense appearance, saying, "You're a racer after all."

Lan Lan gave Ye Xiao a glance. At the moment, her face was somewhat pale. Although she knew that at this speed they were sure to win, wasn't it a bit too fast?

The BMW quickly overtook the Ferrari. Surpassing was not the endpoint but the starting point.

One lap.

Two laps.

Three laps.

Finally, the BMW stopped. As soon as it did, Lan Lan immediately opened the door and got out, her face deathly white, and the first thing she did was vomit violently.

Lan Lan felt as if she was about to vomit out all her internal organs, a truly uncomfortable feeling.

Ye Xiao got out of the car without any sign of joy on his face. After all, to Ye Xiao, racing against a driver like Zhao Xin provided no sense of achievement; the moment Ye Xiao entered the car, the outcome of the race had been completely predetermined.

Ye Xiao had to win.

Ye Xiao had started his experience in places like Lijiazhou and Southern Federation since leaving Qiu Mountain at the age of seventeen. In his spare time, he would race cars like any ordinary young person.

However, Ye Xiao had a natural talent for racing.

Therefore, in less than six months, Ye Xiao had broken many underground racing records and had become an object of worship by countless national underground racers. However, at that time, he was elusive, and few people had actually seen him, so he was also once called the underground racing god.

However, Ye Xiao firmly believed he was not the strongest racer because he deeply understood a principle: in any profession, there are always some hidden masters.

Just like Martial Arts, many Martial Artists feel they are invincible in the world, but it is precisely when they feel invincible that they usually die at the hands of those hidden experts they look down on.

Ye Xiao walked over to Lan Lan and gently rubbed her back, smilingly saying, "Such a big reaction, boy or girl?"

Hearing Ye Xiao's words, Lan Lan almost passed out.

What kind of person was this guy, and how did he drive her car to such a high speed?

Lan Lan didn't say a word, but she glared at Ye Xiao and then continued to vomit.

It was unknown if Lan Lan had eaten lunch, but if she had, she was almost vomiting up her stomach acid now.

"Don't touch my car again," Lan Lan said after catching her breath.

Ye Xiao chuckled, nodded, and said, "Your car still needs some improvements. If it were perfectly modified, I believe it could reach 280."

Hearing Ye Xiao's words, Lan Lan almost passed out again.

280? What kind of speed was that? Was that even a car?

And if Ye Xiao had driven the car to 280 just now, what would the situation be like? Perhaps Lan Lan would not be just vomiting.

Just then, the red Ferrari also stopped nearby, and Zhao Xin got out, her face looking very ugly. She had lost, but more importantly, she had only completed eighteen laps by now.

"Hey, beauty, not bad skills," Ye Xiao said, rubbing Lan Lan's back and grinning at Zhao Xin.

Hearing Ye Xiao's words, Zhao Xin really wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. Was this an insult?

"Haha, Lan Lan was right, indeed a master," Xu Ming laughed heartily as he walked over, looking at Ye Xiao and speaking loudly.

Ye Xiao looked at Xu Ming and smiled slightly, saying, "It was just luck, mainly because this car is well-modified. By the way, our agreement should be fulfilled now, right?"

Hearing Ye Xiao's words, Xu Ming's face stiffened slightly, and at this moment, Zhao Xin and others immediately all looked toward Xu Ming.

Xu Ming cursed Ye Xiao inwardly. Ye Xiao had pushed Xu Ming into a dilemma.

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