My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 170 - 143 Cat Catches Rat_2

Chapter 170: Chapter 143 Cat Catches Rat_2

With the racing space confined within a large circular ring, the excitement of the competition was undoubtedly greatly enhanced.

Similarly, being confined in a small space also inevitably limited the speed of the cars.

Even if an accident occurred, the damage would likely be confined to the cars, with no human injuries.

Meng Lang was participating in this kind of game for the first time and felt it quite novel.

"Now, I declare the race is officially ready to begin. Are both competitors ready?"

"Vroom~" "Vroom~"

The sudden fluctuation of engine noises responded.

This roar, signaling the imminent start of the race, also instantly ignited the atmosphere at the scene.

"Whew~ Whew Whew~" "Wow~"

Whistle sounds and the crowd’s screams turned the quiet night into an uproar.

Meng Lang listened to the cheers around him, saw the brightly dressed, excited people, and felt slightly moved.

In this world, some people are born to be worshipped, held high above by others.

They never worry about food or clothing and always live in material fortresses built by others.

Some even have the power of life and death from the moment they’re born, commanding the wind and summoning the rain as they please.

And then there are those who, from birth, must bear the severe pressures of life, struggling desperately for every bit of livelihood.

They belong to the lowest social strata, facing various misfortunes, living a barely sustainable life.

Life is always cruel, society is never equal, efforts don’t always reap rewards, the cosmic order doesn’t necessarily cycle, and the notion of karma is nebulous and void.

After all, how many things under the heavens can withstand being laid bare under the sun’s scrutiny?

The environment around him was lively, yet Meng Lang’s mood gradually calmed down.

The world is like this; he lacked the power to change anything and was ultimately just another struggler in the river of fate.

Unlike others, he had a clear and definite, ultimate goal in life...

As a man with a firm objective, he didn’t have time to move himself.

He didn’t show off, didn’t preach, but instead showed through action just how incredible he was!

"Ready? Go!"

"Screech~" "Screech~"

When the referee’s arm swung down hard, both cars scratched the ground and shot out nearly at the same time!

"Vroom~ Vroom~"

The two cars, one on the left and one on the right, passed half the circle along the barrier-formed circular boundaries and then, without hesitation, headed for the center of the circle!

When about twenty meters apart, both cars turned almost simultaneously, executing a sharp-angle drift, intending to cut toward the rear side of the opponent.

After half a rotation, Xu Jingfeng took the lead in changing directions, suddenly making a quick, small angle turn to successfully move behind Meng Lang.

"Good!" "Mr. Xu is mighty!"

A cheer immediately went up from the crowd.

This race resembled World War II-era aerial dogfights.

With gun barrels facing forwards, holding a position to the side or rear of the enemy, pointing the nose of the plane at the opponent, was the only way to gain position for attack.

Thanks to his familiarity with the game, Xu Jingfeng seized the attacking position first.

In the midst of the crowd, Yan Weiwei, caught up in the excitement, also waved her fists, looking animated.

"Xiao Meng, come on! Give him a good thrashing for me!"

The speaker didn’t mean much by it, but Hu Yifei, listening on the side, took it to heart and remembered it.

Meng Lang lost the advantage, and he tried to shake off his opponent, but Xu Jingfeng clung on tightly, matching every turn with almost identical maneuvers, always sticking close behind no matter what.

Just like a cat relentlessly chasing a rat, sometimes even trying to extend its claws and take a swipe forward.

Xu Jingfeng’s skills weren’t just for show. He truly was an expert!

However, this only made Meng Lang even more excited.

While he controlled the car, constantly changing directions to prevent Xu Jingfeng from getting a chance to pull alongside, he observed the position of his opponent outside the window and couldn’t help the corners of his mouth gradually curling into a smile.

Gripping the steering wheel, his right hand swiftly shifted gears, and he once again experienced that familiar thrill.

The intense push-back from the rapid gear changes got him somewhat buzzed.

This was a sensation completely different from the low-intensity performances that felt like entertainment at driving school.

"Tss~" "Tss~"

The sound of intense tire friction next to his ear and the adrenaline rushing through his veins put Meng Lang in a unique state.

He instinctively emptied his mind, his eyes slightly glazed over as his spirit gradually synchronized with the unknown...

The corners of his mouth curled up into a larger grin, his expression growing increasingly excited... until it turned slightly mad!

"Tss tss~"

A series of successive serpentine drifts created a gap between him and Xu Jingfeng behind him, causing Xu Jingfeng to frown slightly.

Opportunity! There was absolutely no opportunity!

This guy... was no ordinary driver!

The audience outside gradually noticed that although Meng Lang was constantly the one being chased, the "cat" behind could never actually manage to touch its target.

"Tss~" The two cars, one after the other, accelerated, turned, drifted... kicking up clouds of dust, quickly scattered by the night wind.

The race started off with intense heat.

The showdown between two maestros, with all their brilliant driving and counter moves, was a feast for the eyes. Everyone was shocked at their high level of skill.

The cheers from the spectators gradually quieted down.

This kind of close pursuit, like direct combat between experts, was aimed directly at the vitals, making it impossible for anyone to look away.

Even the frequency of breathing seemed to sync with the rhythm on the track.

For a full two minutes, Xu Jingfeng maintained the attacking position, but he could never close to within one meter of the car in front!

Xu Jingfeng’s eyes widened as he bit his lip looking for his opponent’s slip-up, while at this point, Meng Lang had entered a rather peculiar state.

His expression was one of enjoyment, but his eyes were tinged with madness, the whites gradually streaked with blood.

Unbeknownst to him, his entire nervous system was as if stimulated by something unknown, beginning to frantically synthesize a certain protein...

In the next moment, the world in front of his eyes seemed to suddenly slow down...

"Tss~"

Xu Jingfeng only heard a harsh tire noise, as the tail of the car in front elegantly swung out, and in the next instant, the whole vehicle did a 180° turn!

For a split second, the noses of both cars faced each other.

Xu Jingfeng even saw through the opposite glass the bright red of a Young Pioneers’ scarf and those slightly mad eyes.

Reverse gear! Full throttle! The red Porsche’s tires began to reverse wildly!

Using a reverse drift, Meng Lang dodged Xu Jingfeng’s line of attack, the two cars passing each other by a hair’s breadth!

Only after they created some distance did everyone realize what they had witnessed, their eyes wide in shock.

Because on the right side of the black Ferrari’s headlight.

There was a striking white mark...