Divine Lucky Star
Chapter 509 - 508

Chapter 509: 508

"Hey, do you think the Car God will show up tonight?"

"Hard to say. It’s almost eight-thirty, and not even a shadow has appeared. Could it be that he’s too scared to come?"

"That shouldn’t be the case. I heard that the Car God has already agreed to race. Just you wait, tonight is definitely going to be exhilarating!"

"Hey, look over there, more Wuling Hongguangs are showing up. Could it be that the Car God is arriving?!"

Whooosh, upon hearing this news, the onlookers who had come for the excitement immediately crowded forward.

Indeed, under everyone’s watchful eyes, a Wuling Hongguang that seemed a bit lower compared to other cars led the way. Behind it followed quite a few sports cars, Land Rovers, Porsche Panameras, Maseratis, and so on—about six or seven vehicles in total. Behind them trailed another three or four ordinary Wuling Hongguangs, driving straight toward them.

Looking at this grand entrance, the star of the show had certainly arrived!

"Here they come, here they come. This group has got to be it!"

"Look at that swagger, it can’t be wrong. Hahaha, the fact that he dared to show up means today’s race is going to be quite a spectacle!"

"Brothers, get ready to update your social circles, today we might just witness an incredible upset!"

Soon, the fleet drove up in front of the crowd and came to a gradual halt.

Zhao Rongjia, who had already been waiting by the side, was the first one to rush over. Once Wang Hao got out of his car, Zhao burst into joy and picked up the megaphone to announce, "Jin Ming Mountain Car God, Wang Hao, has arrived!"

It was indeed the Car God Wang Hao who had arrived!

No sooner had Wang Hao arrived than the news swiftly spread.

After that, a group of at least a dozen well-dressed youths burst out, making snide remarks—

"Wang Hao is here? Let me have a good look at what this legendary Car God of Jin Ming Mountain looks like!"

"Nothing special. Just an ordinary guy. I suppose he’s a bit handsome, but that’s about it, pretty average otherwise."

"I heard he ran a 518 earlier. Clearly, there was an issue with the timer. Does he really think he’s that awesome? With today’s technology level, it’s impossible to be that fast!"

"He should just go back now, otherwise, it’s going to be a huge embarrassment later."

"Exactly. Does he really think he can win or what?"

Almost everyone present was not optimistic about Wang Hao.

After all, Wang Hao just had a Wuling Hongguang, at best it was a bit modified. But here, they were all professional-level supercars. This time, the team leader Zhang Jiaxing was even a professional racer. There was simply no comparison.

"So you’re Wang Hao?" The crowd parted quickly, and a young man with a pompadour, flanked by two beauties, sauntered out, eyed Wang Hao from head to toe, and sneered, "The styling’s passable. So, you really think you can race me?"

"Of course. Otherwise, what did I come here for?" Wang Hao chuckled, then took a deep breath before asking, "When do we start?"

"Don’t rush," the young man circled around Wang Hao’s Bugatti Hong Guang, laughing mockingly, "I must say, the modifications seem decent. You must have put some cash into it. What engine did you swap in? Honda or Toyota?"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding rich kids burst out laughing—

"Hahahahaha! Jiaxing’s not wrong. Looking at him, he probably just swapped in a Honda engine at most; can’t be more than that!"

"What are you saying? It should be an Audi at the very least!"

"I think it’s probably a Toyota Fortuner engine. Country folks love those!"

Hearing the ridicule from the crowd, Lan Qinglong who was standing next to Wang Hao, immediately got mad and shouted, "Cut the crap. Can you even comprehend Brother Hao’s skills?! Don’t get too cocky, Zhang Jiaxing. Today, we’ll make sure you’ll be eating dust. Tell me, who’s racing?"

"Oh, oh, oh, did my defeated opponent get riled up?" Zhang Jiaxing laughed loudly, then stepped forward to slap Lan Qinglong’s shoulder, "Don’t bounce around in front of me, okay? How can a defeated general speak of bravery?"

"Zhang Jiaxing!" Furious, Lan Qinglong almost ground his teeth to bits, "We haven’t even settled the score about you spamming my email!"

"Spamming?" Zhang Jiaxing exclaimed, then pointed at his own head, smugly saying, "I think it’s your head that’s been spammed, eh? As the saying goes, all’s fair in war. You lost, you have to own it!"

Lan Qinglong retorted angrily, "Today, you’ll learn the meaning of regret. I guarantee it!"

Saying this, he walked over to Wang Hao and whispered, "Listen, if you win today, I’ll start calling you ’brother-in-law’ from now on, and this car is yours!"

"Enough with the chatter," Wang Hao sniffed, grinned at Zhang Jiaxing, and challenged, "Come on, tell me, how are we going to race, and when do we start?"

"That’s what I like about you, your straightforward spirit!" Zhang Jiaxing raised his hand, and instantly, those wealthy heirs made way, opening up a path. Zhang Jiaxing chuckled, "After you, Car God Wang Hao. I’m really curious just how amazing this car of yours can be. But if you end up embarrassed, don’t blame me. Oh, and," he added, "there are eight racers this time. After all, seeing isn’t always believing; let’s test and see what this car of yours really looks like!"

"Heh, you really don’t have to worry about that," Wang Hao said with a cheery smile as he got into his car, "You’ll find out soon enough."

Wang Hao: "..."

Damn it, I’m really not your brother-in-law, fuck!

But this Bugatti Hong Guang is pretty nice...

Done! Twenty million, and it’s free; why not!