Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 374: Is He Here to Make Us Laugh?

Chapter 374: Chapter 374: Is He Here to Make Us Laugh?

Jiang Shiqi sat in the car, and even though she was utterly unwilling to accept it, the fact was there was no chance of victory for the Qiyuan Racing Team.

This caused despair to surface on Jiang Shiqi’s delicate face.

In the end, she decided to let the last team member forfeit, as there was simply no need to continue the competition. She wasn’t a match for Qin Ruofan, let alone the remaining team member.

If they continued, they were bound to lose, which would not only further damage their own confidence and morale but also boost the Flying Car Gang’s prestige.

So, it was better to just forfeit.

Thinking this, Jiang Shiqi sighed and then pushed the car door open, ready to get out.

However, just then, a tall and slender figure stood in front of her.

It was none other than Chen Feng!

"Senior?"

Jiang Shiqi looked at Chen Feng, who was blocking her way, and asked in confusion.

"You’re ready to give up?"

Chen Feng asked with a faint smile.

"What else can we do? The other side has a professional racing champion, the King of Racing in Jiangnan. We’re no match for him!"

Jiang Shiqi said with an unwilling expression.

"Do you want to win against him?"

Chen Feng asked.

"Of course, I do, but how could that possibly..."

Jiang Shiqi sighed, her face full of dejection as she lowered her head. However, in the next moment, as if she suddenly remembered something, she quickly raised her head, looking at Chen Feng with wide-open eyes in surprise, "Senior, do you have a way?"

"Of course!"

Chen Feng replied with a slight smirk and a nod.

"What way?"

Jiang Shiqi asked with a look of anticipation.

Hearing this, everyone from the Qiyuan Racing Team also looked towards Chen Feng inquiringly.

Although no one believed Chen Feng had a way to turn defeat into victory, given the current situation, they were all curious about what method Chen Feng could possibly suggest.

"My method is... give the last spot to me. Let me race him!"

Chen Feng said calmly.

Upon hearing this, everyone present was stunned!

"Hahaha, you’re making me laugh, aren’t you? The opponent is the King of Racing in Jiangnan. What about you? A trash with no car even to his name, what are you going to compete with? Your mouth?"

Ouyang Hao burst into laughter on the spot, mocking him.

Previously, after losing to Tian Yuanguang, he had been lurking on the side, silent for quite some time.

Firstly, because he had no face to speak, and secondly, because he had boasted about slapping Chen Feng’s face before the race, only to end up slapping his own, so he was too embarrassed to speak up again.

But now, at this very moment, Chen Feng was boldly claiming he wanted to face off against the King of Racing in Jiangnan.

This seemed to him like the funniest joke he had heard in the twenty-first century.

Moreover, he felt that the moment to slap Chen Feng’s face had finally arrived.

The members of the Qiyuan Racing Team all looked at Chen Feng with scornful faces, their eyes filled with disdain.

Clearly, in their eyes, Chen Feng was an idiot who overestimated himself.

Even though Chen Feng had correctly predicted the outcome of the previous two races, it didn’t mean he could actually win against the King of Racing in Jiangnan!

So, at this moment, without exception, no one was optimistic about Chen Feng.

"Senior, are you sure?"

Jiang Shiqi maintained her composure, her large eyes glaring at Chen Feng as she asked with all seriousness,

"Given the situation we’re in now, does it even matter if we have any confidence? Either way, we are going to lose, and it’s all the same regardless of who competes!"

Chen Feng said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the members of Team Qi Yuan were momentarily speechless.

Because it was true, the skill of the Jiangnan race king was undeniable, and anyone who went up would lose, so at this point, it didn’t really matter who competed, it wouldn’t greatly affect the outcome.

"Fine, then give my spot to him, let him race!"

Another remaining member of Team Qi Yuan nodded and said to Jiang Shiqi.

He had thought it through; since he would be utterly defeated by the Jiangnan race king himself, it might as well be Chen Feng who took the beating. After all, it would be Chen Feng who lost face in the end.

Since the person concerned had put it that way, the rest naturally had nothing more to say.

Jiang Shiqi nodded and said to the senior, "Alright, Senior, then I am entrusting this to you, and I hope you don’t disappoint your junior sister. If you truly win, I’ll agree to one of your conditions!"

"Oh? Any condition? Could that kind of condition be possible?"

Chen Feng asked with a sly grin curling at the corner of his mouth, clearly interested.

"Yes! Any!"

Jiang Shiqi nodded and said.

However, no sooner had she finished speaking than Jiang Shiqi noticed the mischievous smile on Chen Feng’s lips and the implication in his words.

This caused Shiqi’s face to flush red on the spot, she lowered her head in extreme shyness, hardly daring to meet Chen Feng’s gaze, and said softly, "Oh, Senior, stop teasing!"

"Haha!"

Chen Feng laughed triumphantly and then immediately turned and headed toward his white Santana.

The onlookers were stunned, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Senior, where are you going?"

Jiang Shiqi also asked, her face full of bewilderment.

"I’m bringing my car over, how else would I race?"

Chen Feng shrugged his shoulders and explained.

"Ah? You’re going to race in your Santana?"

Jiang Shiqi was shocked, disbelief painted across her face.

She had intended to let Chen Feng drive her Maserati.

This Maserati, though not modified, was already fairly decent in performance and at the very least wouldn’t be too far behind.

But to her surprise, Chen Feng actually wanted to race in a Santana, which she found completely inconceivable.

Considering how a few tens of thousands worth of Santana compared to these sports cars, some worth millions, were simply worlds apart in performance in every respect and not comparable at all.

In car racing, although the driver’s skills are of utmost importance, the performance of the vehicle cannot be ignored!

Just now, Tian Yuanguang, driving a modified Aston Martin, was able to achieve such a great advantage in the straightaway.

If Chen Feng were to race in a Santana, wouldn’t he be left so far behind that the taillights of the competition wouldn’t even be visible?

"Hahaha, this clown is going to kill me with laughter, he really wants to race in a broken Santana against sports cars, and the opponent is even the Jiangnan race king, damn, let me take a moment to laugh in silence, this is just too damn stupid, hahaha!"

Ouyang Hao clutched his stomach, laughter bringing him to tears.

"This guy is just joking around, isn’t it obvious that he’s going to embarrass our Team Qi Yuan?"

"Exactly, I don’t know where Shiqi found such a clown, this is totally here for the laughs!"

"Sigh, this time we’re going to lose face big time!"

The members of Team Qi Yuan had expressions like they were looking at a lunatic, sighing as they watched Chen Feng.

They already felt there was no hope of winning, and now, not only would they not win, they were going to lose face in a major way.

From then on, Team Qi Yuan would probably become the laughingstock of the entire amateur racing community...