My Co-renting Lady Boss
Chapter 44 - 0044: Ambushed

Chapter 44: Chapter 0044: Ambushed

The Ferrari in front naturally saw Tang Ming’s car and kept hogging the lane, obstructing Tang Ming from overtaking and firmly trapping him behind.

Tang Ming was continuously looking for an opportunity. His car sped along, and moments later, at a midway point on the mountain road, the red Ferrari ahead performed a drift and stopped, with a couple emerging from the vehicle, fixating their gaze on the approaching car driven by Tang Ming.

The Maserati gradually slowed down, and Tang Ming got out, making sure to close the car door behind him.

"Kid, you’ve got guts, daring to race against me, Gu Cang. How many lives do you have that you can afford to lose?"

The non-mainstream young man pointed at Tang Ming and arrogantly shouted.

"Only by trying will we know," Tang Ming replied indifferently.

"Alright, you’re pretty brave, but let’s put something on the line. Do you dare?"

Gu Cang asked with a sneer, as a crowd of men and women gathered around him, cheering him on.

"Can you not fart all at once?" Tang Ming asked.

"Damn it, if you lose, your girl is mine!"

Gu Cang pointed at Liu Mengting, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"And what if you lose?" Tang Ming countered.

"If I lose, my chick is yours!" Gu Cang pushed the non-mainstream girl standing next to him forward.

"Gu Cang, don’t..." The girl immediately turned pale with fright.

"That’s not a fair exchange for me; mine is a high-class beauty, and yours is like a public bus. How about this, whoever loses has to crawl on the ground for three circles."

Thinking of standing up for Liu Mengting, Tang Ming directly proposed a more satisfying stake.

"Fine, just afraid you won’t be able to take the loss," Gu Cang surprisingly agreed:

"Let’s bet on racing from here to the hospital at the foot of the mountain; whoever gets there first wins."

"Oh, then you’ve lost again," Tang Ming said, and then he got back into his car.

Liu Mengting listened to their conversation intently, and seeing that Tang Ming didn’t use her as a bet, she felt relieved and asked,

"Are you really sure you can beat him? It’ll be embarrassing if you lose."

"Losing is impossible. Besides, it would be me crawling, not you!"

Tang Ming said confidently, beginning to turn the car towards the red Ferrari.

At this moment, the atmosphere was heating up, with many from the street racing community discussing the upcoming clash.

"This black Maserati looks so familiar, isn’t it the one that overtook the Royal Club earlier?"

"Yeah, it seems so. Who’s driving that Ferrari next to it? Challenging him, it looks like a fierce battle is brewing."

"Just wait and enjoy the show; I bet something big is going to happen."

Many people were chatting merrily on the sidelines. Street racing often accompanied high-risk traffic incidents, with people boasting one moment and becoming a bloody corpse the next.

But it’s precisely this high risk that attracts many wealthy people from the city to seek thrills. They call it relaxation, but many are actually road assassins, causing all sorts of traffic accidents on the winding mountain roads.

The two cars roared in parallel, and a man in a black vest walked between the cars, holding a can of beer. In full view of the crowd, he finished his beer, then threw the can with all his might, and at the same time, he roared at the top of his lungs:

"GO!"

Suddenly, the two sports cars shot out, rapidly overtaking one another on the winding mountain road.

Tang Ming’s eyes were intense as he drove, relying purely on the car and his skills, without any means of cheating. That was precisely why he had accepted the challenge: the excitement, the unpredictability, and the impossibility of being certain about winning or losing were what made victory worthwhile.

Of course, his driving skills had been honed in harsh conditions, so winning was almost without suspense...

The young men and women who followed in their cars also became frenzied. Their speeds were not slow, either, but compared to the two leading vehicles, there was quite a gap, especially when they saw the Ferrari and Maserati overtaking unfamiliar vehicles one by one—it was indescribably thrilling.

"These people are insane. They race so fiercely and scream so loudly. They’re really sick,"

Liu Mengting, unhappy, commented as she observed the rambunctious racers around her.

"You don’t understand. They chase what they call ’excitement’ by experiencing this sense of speed. It’s a bit pathological."

Tang Ming kept overtaking other cars, and by now, he had left the red Ferrari behind him.

And the finish line was not too far off, with victory seemingly within reach.

Inside the Ferrari, Gu Cang looked grave. The alternative girl sitting beside him, who had previously been arrogant, was making a call on her cell phone. After a moment, she hung up, deleted the call record, and said:

"The boss said to do it up ahead, make it look like a racing accident. That way, the police won’t suspect a thing."

"Got it." Gu Cang floored the accelerator and charged straight towards Tang Ming’s car ahead.

Tang Ming glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the Ferrari accelerating behind him. But it did not seem like it was trying to overtake him. Instead, it appeared to be aiming to crash into him. Looking at Gu Cang’s fierce expression inside the other car, it was clear—this wasn’t just about racing; it was a murder attempt!

"Damn, it’s a setup," Tang Ming rapidly instructed Liu Mengting:

"Hold tight and brace yourself. Whatever happens, don’t panic."

Bang! The car shook violently, instantly losing its balance and spinning out of control on the highway.

Tang Ming could only grasp the steering wheel tightly. The car was moving too fast, and after being hit by the car behind, a huge force caused it to start spinning out of control.

Clenching the steering wheel, Tang Ming slammed on the brakes. The car crashed straight into the side of the mountain. The airbags deployed inside, and Liu Mengting was knocked unconscious from the shock.

After the car came to a stop, Tang Ming opened the door, ran to the passenger side, and quickly carried Liu Mengting out.

Although generally cars do not explode in such situations, if it did happen, it would be lethal! Tang Ming had already miscalculated once, nearly costing Liu Mengting her life. He certainly didn’t want to take that risk a second time.

"Die." Suddenly, a roar came from behind, and without a moment to think, Tang Ming dodged to the side.

A leg swung down fiercely, crashing onto the car roof and caving in a section of the Maserati’s roof.

Such strength was clearly not something an ordinary person possessed. There was only one explanation—Gu Cang was a Martial Artist, and a premeditated one at that. The entire racing and provocation were clearly a conspiracy!

Tang Ming was somewhat remorseful. He had failed to see through such a plot and had walked right into the trap, endangering Liu Mengting’s life.

"Who sent you," Tang Ming asked, looking at Gu Cang and the alternative girl, his face dark with anger.

"Heh, you’ll know once you’re dead."

Gu Cang laughed, then rushed toward Tang Ming.

His fists were fast, attacking Tang Ming’s vital areas with astonishing speed. Tang Ming was only slightly faster in his reactions, but the other’s strength was immense, and each time Tang Ming dodged or blocked, he could feel his arms and legs shaking.

"Not giving you a taste of my strength—do you think I’m easy to bully," Tang Ming kicked out, then closed in with speed, his fists rapidly striking Gu Cang’s chest.