The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 119 The Blatantly Bombastic Bentley_1

Chapter 119: Chapter 119 The Blatantly Bombastic Bentley_1

Fu Meiting rolled down the window, listening to the surrounding laughter and discussion, her face turning extremely ugly.

This guy, he really is asking for death.

Zhang Xian didn’t pay attention to the surrounding mockery. After pushing the car door open and getting out, he asked, "So, when do we start, and what are the rules?"

"We can start at any time." Xiao Ze chuckled, "As for the rules, we start from here, go down the mountain, then return here. The first one back wins. It’s that simple."

"Hey..." Fu Meiting got out of the car and asked, "Does that mean we can crash into each other? This high up, aren’t you afraid of accidents?"

Xiao Ze smiled, "Don’t worry, it won’t happen, he can’t catch up to me."

Hearing his words, Fu Meiting stepped on Zhang Xian’s foot.

From the contemptuous glances around her, she seemed to foresee an unfavorable outcome. As she recalled, Xiao Ze was known as the car god of Tiandu, always holding the fastest record on Panlong Mountain.

"Damn, what are you doing?" Zhang Xian complained, "Why are all you women so mysterious?"

The crowd erupted into laughter upon seeing this. Why did that guy look so foolish? Of course, if he wasn’t a bit odd, he wouldn’t be here today.

"Alright, let’s get started!" Zhang Xian snapped his fingers, dove into his Bentley, and called out to Elder Sister Meiting, "Get in."

Fu Meiting was stunned, "Really? You want me to come too?"

"What’s wrong? Can’t I take passengers?"

"You..." Fu Meiting was on the verge of exploding.

What’s wrong with this guy? Even someone who doesn’t race cars like her knew that you shouldn’t take passengers when racing on mountain roads. Didn’t he know?

Xiao Ze was also surprised, "Zhang Xian, did you hear me right? Are you really going to take a passenger and race me?"

"I’m not afraid even if there were a few more people in the car," Zhang Xian replied, glancing at Fu Meiting, "Are you getting in, or not? If not, you can take a car alone later."

"If you want to die, I’m not joining you."

Zhang Xian was stunned, fell silent, started the Bentley without another word, and closed the window.

Xiao Ze gave a bitter smile, shaking his head as he got into his GTR beside the Bentley. After starting the car, the wild roar of the engine reverberated, making everyone’s blood boil.

A beautiful woman walked to the starting line, reaching into her collar with one hand.

Fu Meiting gritted her teeth and suddenly ran to the Bentley, pulled open the door, and quickly got into the passenger seat before fastening her seatbelt.

"Damn, that beauty really got in."

"Is she not afraid of dying? She really dared to get in?"

The crowd was surprised when they saw Fu Meiting climbing into the Bentley, but they also admired her courage.

Zhang Xian was also confused by Fu Meiting’s action, "Elder Sister Meiting, are you really getting in? Aren’t you afraid I might suddenly drive off a cliff or something?"

Fu Meiting smiled, "If you’re willing to race for my sake, then why can’t I accompany you? If you want me by your side, then I’ll stay. If you’re going to die, I’ll die with you."

Zhang Xian stared at Fu Meiting for a few seconds, then turned away, "Don’t worry, I won’t lose."

Fu Meiting was taken aback by Zhang Xian’s sudden seriousness and the unparalleled confidence emanating from him.

His confidence was impressive. How good must he be to have such faith in himself? It’s as if there’s nothing in the world he can’t do.

Just then, the beautiful woman at the start line suddenly laughed. The race was about to begin.

At that moment, she pulled out something red from her collar and threw it high into the air with a cool gesture.

Zhang Xian’s eyes bulged, fixated on the object. When it hit the ground, he still hadn’t reacted. Meanwhile, the blue GTR beside him had already rushed forward like a phantom.

"You..." Seeing Zhang Xian staring dumbly at the red object on the ground, Fu Meiting quickly hit him, "Have you lost your mind? Aren’t you going to get started?"

Zhang Xian seemed to snap back to reality, quickly stepping on the accelerator and chasing after the GTR. Damn it, they used a bra as the race signal?

"Haha, that guy is really funny."

"I’ve lost all anticipation. Now, there’s no suspense."

Seeing the Bentley start much slower than expected, everyone around couldn’t help but shake their heads and laugh bitterly. Among them, there were some scornful looks and noises. How could someone like him dare to race Xiao Ze on a mountain road?

"I’ve never seen such a shameless guy." Fu Meiting’s anger flared up at the sight of Zhang Xian, especially so.

How could there be such a person? A beautiful woman throws her lingerie and Zhang Xian practically drools, but when a beauty like her throws herself at him, Zhang Xian pushes her away. How could he be despicable? As the person in charge of all of Xie Wuming’s industries, she had seen countless people. But she had never met someone like Zhang Xian before.

"Not bad, pretty fast." Zhang Xian held the steering wheel in one hand, rested the other on the window, and smirked.

The GTR up ahead was indeed badass, leading his Bentley by a good distance on the straight road. Even if his car could go from zero to a hundred in five seconds, it still couldn’t catch up to the GTR.

"Hey, be serious." Fu Meiting was somewhat frightened.

Panlong Mountain was known as a racing mecca because it had steep slopes and many bends. Driving at a normal speed was already dangerous, let alone racing.

"No worries." Zhang Xian was not nervous at all.

When they were about to reach the first bend, he suddenly slammed the brakes and turned the wheel, controlling the clumsy Bentley to make a perfect drift without using the handbrake.

The first bend downhill wasn’t that big, but it still required skilled driving. The Bentley’s front almost grazed against the inside of the bend as it glided past.

If anyone else saw it, they’d surely cry out in surprise. The Bentley was taking the optimal route at the highest speed this bend could possibly sustain.

"Ah..." Fu Meiting screamed, gripping the handlebars tightly.

Zhang Xian laughed and said, "Elder Sister Meiting, could you please sit still and trust me? You shouldn’t have got in if you didn’t."

Fu Meiting stopped and quickly sat upright trying to quell her nerves, but the car was moving too fast and the mountain road was fairly narrow and winding, she just couldn’t calm down.

"Screech..." There was another bend.

The Bentley drifted around the bend at speed, maintaining the perfect line as before.

Just after this bend, the previously leading blue GTR finally showed itself in the forward bend.

Apparently, although Blue GTR is accelerating fast and has powerful horsepower, it does not match Bentley in the speed of cornering. The distance between the two began to slowly shrink.

By the fifth bend, the Bentley almost caught up to the GTR.

Seeing the Bentley, which he had left far behind, suddenly dart out from the inside of the bend, Xiao Ze was shocked, "What the heck? How could he possibly catch up?"

After two more bends, the Bentley was closely tailing the GTR and almost overtook it several times.

"Damn..."

Xiao Ze’s eyes bulged, and cold sweat poured down his face.

Although he’d left the Bentley in the dust at the start, he was still going all out, thinking of breaking his own record again.

What he hadn’t anticipated was that, even as he sped along at full throttle, the Bentley could catch up, and it even almost overtook him a few times. The hell was happening? Was Zhang Xian really that good?

If Zhang Xian wasn’t driving a Bentley, but his GTR war god, how fast could he be? Could he leave him behind by a few seconds?

"So impressive..." Fu Meiting finally calmed down.

Initially, she had been worried since she was not used to such speed. After a few bends, she realized that although the Bentley was fast, it was very stable, gradually soothing her initial nervousness.

In this moment, as she looked at the nearby GTR, she realized something.

Zhang Xian had actually caught up. This means, although the horsepower of Zhang Xian’s car was inferior and its acceleration was slower, in terms of cornering speed, it far exceeded Xiao Ze, who had the reputation of a war god. There was simply no comparison.

In mountain road racing, isn’t cornering speed what matters most? Who knew that Zhang Xian was such a skilled driver?

"How many more secrets does this guy have?

Suddenly, Fu Meiting, who had always found Zhang Xian inscrutable, once again changed her opinion of him. This guy is an all-around genius.

"Aye, this guy is too slow, and has the audacity to block me, how outrageous!"

Zhang Xian was getting annoyed. He could have overtaken a few times, but the GTR in front shamelessly blocked him and wouldn’t let him past.

"Um... this is still slow?" Fu Meiting was a little speechless. When she found out that Xiao Ze deliberately blocked the road, she was so angry, "Damn it, Xiao Ze’s character really sucks!"

"It’s alright, overtaking him isn’t hard." Zhang Xian didn’t seem too concerned.

During the bends, he would deliberately get close to the GTR, as if about to crash. After a few times, he happily noticed that GTR was completely flustered.

Finally, during one elbow-shaped bend, the GTR was going too fast and uncontrollably left an inner line gap. He promptly took advantage and succeeded in overtaking it.

After that, it was the Bentley’s showtime.

On that winding mountain road, those white silhouettes left a series of piercing friction sounds, quickly leaving behind the GTR.

"Haha, we’ve overtaken," Fu Meiting finally breathed easy.

Inside the GTR, Xiao Ze watched the disappearing Bentley and took a long time to recover. At the Panlong Mountain, he was overtaken by someone driving a Bentley? What was going on?

...

At the top of the mountain, everyone was idly chatting, not at all nervous as they would have been during the race.

It couldn’t be helped, the Bentley was too terrible. The outcome of the race was almost certain, they didn’t bother getting worked up, and were doing their own things.

"Speaking of which, time’s almost up, in another two minutes, Xiao Ze should be up here."

"Mmm, hope he breaks his previous record this time."

"It’s possible, under the stimulation of a beauty, a person’s burst of energy can far exceed the usual, perhaps he could knock off an entire second."

A few of Xiao Ze’s buddies looked at their mobile phones and burst out laughing. At this point in time, it meant that the GTR war god was about to reach the mountain top; the finish line was nearly there.

"Rumble..."

All of sudden, the sound of an engine grew louder and louder from a distance to near.

One of their sharp-eared pals heard the noise and frowned, "What’s going on? There’s a car coming up? This doesn’t sound like the GTR’s engine, nor is it that fast."

"I heard it too," someone chimed in.

As the sound of the engine grew louder and louder, everyone turned to look and stood still in shock, stunned as statues.

The car coming up was the Bentley. Moreover, it was a whole thirty seconds faster than Xiao Ze’s record. What did that mean? In the world of racing, where every second counts, even a single second seemed like an eternity!