My autobiography is definitely not a tragedy!
Chapter 171 - 144: Don’t Mess Around

Chapter 171: Chapter 144: Don’t Mess Around

"Hit... Did it hit?!"

The striking contrast of black and white was very noticeable, as nearly everyone present saw that striking dash of white on the black Ferrari.

"Wow~" The whole place erupted instantly!

After nearly three minutes of cat and mouse chase, the roles switched in an instant, with Meng Lang, who had been the hunted, performing a maneuver akin to a retaliatory shot, executing a beautiful counter-attack!

"What just happened? Can someone replay that in slow motion?"

"So cool!" "My heart can hardly take it!"

"What’s the name of that Porsche driver? The masked driver? Uh... well, whoever he is, I’m a fan now!"

"Masked driver, I love you!"

The venue suddenly filled with screams and cheers.

"Impressive!" Hu Yifei clenched his fists, dazzled by the sight.

Laymen watch the excitement, but only insiders like them knew how stunning that maneuver was.

Hu Yifei and his group were exhilarated, while Hong Shijie’s previously confident smile froze on his face.

"What are you gloating about! It’s only one point, not a win; maybe it was just a fluke!"

A minion nearby couldn’t help but try to regain some face, but was met with a fierce glare from Hong Shijie.

Three minutes without Xu Jingfeng getting close; if that’s being a fluke, then Xu Jingfeng might very well be the dead rat.

"Mr. Hong, look!"

Another exclamation came from the crowd.

...

Xu Jingfeng’s face flickered with a moment of distraction.

Even without seeing the condition of his own car, the cheers and screams from around the track let him guess that he had just lost a point...

Understanding what had happened, a surge of anger and humiliation rose swiftly, slightly twisting his facial expression.

He, a professional racer who had returned from international tracks, had lost the first battle back in Su City to a domestic racer he’d always looked down upon?!

What a colossal humiliation!

What angered him even more was that this was the key battle where he would show his prowess in Hong Shijie’s circle after returning to the country.

He had been full of confidence, saying, "I’ll take on ten," yet in the blink of an eye, his opponent had drawn first blood?

This wounded his pride severely!

His heart shattered!

"Buzz!"

However, the roaring sound of an engine from behind was like a cold splash of water, snapping him immediately back to reality, no longer minding the shattered pieces of his heart.

"Swoosh~" Xu Jingfeng, maneuvering the black Ferrari, swung the tail and accelerated to the left, sharply turning at the barrier-formed boundary, then drifting continuously!

He kept changing directions, trying to shake off the pursuer that had circled to his rear.

Yet, the fluctuating engine noises, like incessant whispers, followed closely behind him.

Xu Jingfeng, out of the corner of his eye, saw the red shadow in his rearview mirror rapidly enlarging.

"No way!"

Xu Jingfeng jolted the steering wheel, then fiercely swung it to the left!

Following his action, the Ferrari tail swung in a feint from left to right, ultimately jerking sharply to the left side in a drift!

"Swoosh~"

"Swoosh~"

However, the expected disentanglement did not occur...

When he heard the almost simultaneous intense tire noises by his side, Xu Jingfeng’s face immediately changed.

Turning his head, indeed, the red car shadow was already dangerously close to his side.

The other driver was performing almost concentric drifts around him, playing a dangerous game of close-quarters dancing.

Damn it! His movements had been anticipated!

What’s worse... the other car’s front was now aimed at his door, less than a meter away...

In that moment, Xu Jingfeng could see his opponent up close through the window.

Although he couldn’t make out the expression, Xu Jingfeng could imagine that beneath the red scarf was definitely a face mocking him!

"Damn you!"

Xu Jingfeng clenched his teeth and suddenly jerked the steering wheel to the right!

However, his opponent lightly tapped the brakes, dodged the swinging tail, and like an assassin striking swiftly and escaping far, quickly vanished from Xu Jingfeng’s sight.

Before Xu Jingfeng could even catch his breath, that deadly engine noise once again rose up beside him...

The next twelve minutes were undoubtedly the longest twelve minutes of Xu Jingfeng’s life.

Despite using all his tricks and performing astonishing maneuvers, his opponent clung to him like glue, impossible to shake off.

He couldn’t recall how many times they had come into close combat.

His highly tensed nerves left him no room to pay attention to anything else, focusing solely on how to escape his pursuer.

He didn’t even notice that the previous noises of screaming and cheering around him had gradually quieted down...

...

Meng Lang was in a peculiar state at this moment.

In his eyes, the black Ferrari ahead, its swinging amplitude, its drifting trajectory, what it would do next—he only needed a glance, and his brain seemed to directly arrive at a conclusion.

The entire world was like an animation slowed several times over.

Time, in this moment, seemed to stretch...

His perception of external chaos was reduced to a minimum; he couldn’t even hear the cheers and screams around him.

But his extreme focus sped up his processing of specific events spectacularly!

In physiology, humans have a remarkable state called the "fight or flight response."