Ye Xiao eventually chose that so-called worst Porsche, but before he started driving, he said he needed two minutes to tweak the car. The car's owner clearly disagreed, but Xu Ming told Ye Xiao to do as he pleased. So, Ye Xiao grabbed a wrench and tapped on the engine, tightened some screws, fiddled here and fiddled there. It was as if he timed it perfectly, and after two minutes, he closed the hood and claimed that he had finished modifying the car.

However, Xu Ming, standing by the side, couldn't discern any of Ye Xiao's so-called advanced modification skills. It even seemed as if Ye Xiao hadn't done anything significant at all. Could tightening and loosening screws really be part of car modification capable of altering the car's performance?

Xu Ming truly didn't know, and he also doubted the feasibility of what Ye Xiao was doing.

Yet the confidence on Ye Xiao's face added even more doubt to Xu Ming's mind.

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Ye Xiao's blue Porsche and Xu Ming's Lamborghini were lined up at the starting line.

Xu Ming smiled at Ye Xiao and said, "If you win this race, I'll give you the position of head of the Minghai branch of the Weihang Club."

Ye Xiao smiled lightly. He really had no interest in this so-called Weihang Club, so upon hearing Xu Ming's offer, he simply chuckled and replied, "Forget it, I'm not interested in your Weihang Club. Cash is more straightforward."

Xu Ming looked at Ye Xiao with some astonishment and asked, "Have you really never heard of the Weihang Club?"

The Weihang Club was a well-known racing club in the country, and more importantly, it wasn't just about driving skills to get in; one had to have a strong family background, like being exceptionally rich or exceptionally powerful.

Otherwise, there was no entry.

Ye Xiao shook his head and said, "I've told you, I used to drive a Dongfeng four-wheeler in the village. How would I have heard of such a high-level club? When did it start?"

Xu Ming said nothing more. Clearly, in his view, Ye Xiao was just a lost cause.

Xu Ming rolled up his car window, and soon a starting pistol's shot rang out.

The two cars shot off almost simultaneously, like two arrows.

"Eh? My car seems to have a faster start now." The Porsche's owner, upon seeing the race begin and his Porsche keeping pace with Xu Ming's Lamborghini, was immediately filled with confusion.

Ren Yi saw it too. He was very familiar with this Porsche. Among the three Porsches, this one had the worst performance as it was a newly bought car barely past its break-in period, only slightly modified.

"It's just the start. Brother Ming's driving skills and the performance of his Lamborghini are very strong. He will definitely shake off Xiao Ye in no time." Ren Yi mused about the name 'Xiao Ye,' murmuring to himself, "Damn, why does his name sound so awkward?"

Lan Lan, standing beside him, gave a slight smile. How could it not be awkward? It was the first time she realized that reading Ye Xiao's name backward flowed so smoothly and contained such meaning.

The two cars, like arrows released from the bowstring, reached speeds of over 150 in less than ten seconds, and were still accelerating.

Xu Ming's Lamborghini was a racing model from the start, so it was naturally stronger in the beginning than the Porsche, and Xu Ming had spent thirty to forty million to modify his Lamborghini, which had only approached perfection last winter. At its highest, the car could reach speeds of 300, and Xu Ming knew that could be increased. However, he chose not to, as a speed of 300 was an invincible presence in the entire Minghai City.

Every city has its underground racers, and their numbers are plenty, especially as more people with wealth seek thrills, and racing is among the most exciting games.

And Xu Ming was the pinnacle in the Minghai's car-playing circles, always looking down on others.

If Zhao Xin's and Lan Lan's comparison was about racing cars, then Ye Xiao's and Xu Ming's showdown was like a rocket race.

Everyone thought that Ye Xiao would soon be left behind by Xu Ming's Lamborghini, but after one circuit, Ye Xiao's Porsche was right on Xu Ming's tail. It hadn't passed Xu Ming's car yet but seemed ready to do so at any moment.

By that point, Xu Ming's speed had surpassed 200, a very fast speed in the eyes of an ordinary racer, but Ye Xiao was still right there with him.

Xu Ming felt no pressure, as he hadn't gone all out. So, at the start of the second lap, his Lamborghini's speed soared rapidly, surpassing 230, then 250.

But...

Xu Ming was shocked to realize something he simply couldn't believe—that Ye Xiao's Porsche was still keeping up like a shadow.

What was going on?

How could this Porsche have such a speed? The car was infamous for being the worst; Xu Ming had never driven it, but its reputation was well-known.

Could it be that Ye Xiao's tinkering turned this car into a wonder car?

Wasn't that a bit far-fetched?

"Look, it's already over 260!" Ren Yi exclaimed in shock.

"Oh my god, when did my car become so badass to hit speeds over 260?" The Porsche's owner was amazed to see his blue Porsche keeping up with Xu Ming's Lamborghini in disbelief.

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But when he said this, a lot of people immediately glared at him, and the car owner quickly fell silent.

Ren Yi said seriously, "I think the Porsche has reached its limit. If we push the speed further, there's a risk it might get scrapped."

"Scrapped?" The owner of the Porsche heard Ren Yi's words and immediately felt a great pain in his heart. He had only recently purchased the car.

On the racetrack, the Lamborghini and Porsche continued their wild racing. As the speeds of the two cars constantly increased, they almost turned into two blurs on the track, one yellow and one blue, which was quite charming.

Three laps.

Five laps.

Ten laps.

Fifteen laps.

...

Xu Ming continuously increased his speed, rising from 450 and climbing upward. By the fifteenth lap, he had reached a speed of 320.

This speed had always been Xu Ming's limit.

However, what Xu Ming could never have imagined was that the blue Porsche driven by Ye Xiao was showing no signs of falling behind. Its speed was extremely fast and keeping up with him, meaning Ye Xiao's speed had also reached 320 by now.

Xu Ming was already finding it very hard to push his Lamborghini to such speeds, but how could that blue Porsche also reach these speeds? It shouldn't be possible.

But in this world, what truly should or shouldn't be?

In the blink of an eye, it was already the seventeenth lap.

The spectators outside the track were terrified watching the two cars speeding. Everyone understood that if an accident were to happen at these speeds, it could very likely end in total wreckage and death.

Ye Xiao, driving the blue Porsche, had been following closely behind Xu Ming all along. Whenever Xu Ming increased his speed, he did too. When Xu Ming's speed was steady, he wouldn't accelerate any further, contributing to what was most frustrating for Xu Ming.

At this moment, they could already see the seventeenth lap's biggest bend from afar.

Inside the blue Porsche, Ye Xiao still had a relaxed expression, casually holding the steering wheel with one hand while lazily leaning on his other arm. He wasn't driving a car; it seemed more like he was lounging in an easy chair.

Just then, he too saw the seventeenth lap's biggest bend.

A slight wicked smile appeared on Ye Xiao's lips, and he murmured, "Ah well, I've played along enough, let's get serious here."

Good heavens, Ye Xiao hadn't yet shown his so-called real strength.

At that moment, as he was seriously preparing to handle the upcoming bend, Xu Ming would always slow down in advance. Previously, Ye Xiao would also slow down accordingly, allowing him to drift elegantly and without any risk.

However, at that moment, Xu Ming was shocked to discover something: the blue Porsche driven by Ye Xiao showed no sign of slowing down. Not only that, but its speed seemed to have picked up slightly.

What?

Xu Ming watched in astonishment as the blue Porsche zipped past his Lamborghini. Was this guy on a death wish? My God, could that bend be taken at such speed?

Yet, in reality, Ye Xiao was not the kind of person to seek death. He treasured his own life very much.

He would never do something like courting death.

Xu Ming watched in amazement as the blue Porsche drifted past with a speed exceeding 580, so suave and swift.

This...

Xu Ming was almost stunned stiff. He couldn't clearly see how Ye Xiao managed the drift; all he saw was a flash of blue, and Ye Xiao's Porsche was gone.

What kind of speed was that?

This scene wasn't just a shock for Xu Ming. Those watching from the sidelines were so astounded by Ye Xiao's fierce drift that they were taken aback.

Was this still a street race? Was that even a car? Clearly, no one could provide them with an answer at that moment.

When Xu Ming finally drifted through the bend and looked for Ye Xiao's blue Porsche, he found that he had already been left far behind.

This...

For the first time, Xu Ming felt such a serious blow. The self-proclaimed Minghai racing god, Xu Ming, finally understood what it meant to be a true racing god.

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