"Buckle up, let's go!"
Half an hour later, Su Yang and Meng Wenzhou arrived at Haicheng West Highway Toll Station almost simultaneously.
The city roads were too congested, but once they hit the highway, Su Yang immediately began accelerating aggressively.
The car's 4.7-second 0-100 km/h acceleration wasn’t just for show—Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun were pressed tightly against their seats.
"Mmm~ Slow down, slow down~" Tang Ziyun let out a delicate cry.
Su Yang had been fine before, but hearing that voice suddenly stirred something in him.
"Can't slow down now! If we lose, we’ll have to cosplay whatever they pick for us. Hold on tight!"
The two cars quickly disappeared into the traffic.
Su Yang overtook every vehicle in sight, pushing the speed to around 145 km/h.
Since it wasn’t a weekend or holiday, the highway wasn’t too crowded.
The road ahead was clear, but before long, the navigation system chimed in:
"Speed camera ahead in 500 meters. Current speed exceeds the 120 km/h limit. Please slow down."
Su Yang only eased off the gas when he was about 200 meters away, passing the camera at a legal speed before immediately accelerating again.
From the moment they entered the highway, he had been driving like a man possessed. In the backseat, Lu Yun and Tang Ziyun’s hearts raced as they stared wide-eyed at the road, terrified they might crash at any moment.
Only Pan Ning remained unfazed, tilting her head to the side and dozing off.
Su Yang glanced at the right rearview mirror and spotted a white Range Rover flashing its lights at him.
A smirk curled his lips. "Catch me if you can."
With another burst of speed, the Maybach quickly left the Range Rover in the dust.
After an hour of driving like this, the Range Rover was nowhere to be seen.
Su Yang had pushed the car up to around 180 km/h at its peak, but considering the three girls inside, he didn’t go too extreme.
If he were alone, he’d easily hit 200+ km/h on camera-free stretches.
Meanwhile, inside the Range Rover...
Liu Bo anxiously stared ahead. "Bro Meng, step on it!! Su Yang’s probably already off the highway by now!! I don’t wanna cosplay some weird character in front of everyone!!"
Meng Wenzhou replied calmly, "I’m already doing 160! Who knew that bastard Su Yang would drive like a maniac?!"
"We’re doomed~~" Liu Bo slumped back in his seat, looking defeated.
"Maybe we should just surrender? Losing halfway means we can negotiate—maybe Su Yang will let me cosplay something normal."
Meng Wenzhou’s eyes hardened. "What’s there to fear? It’s just cosplay! It’s not like you’re wearing a bikini. If we lose, we lose—we play fair! Besides, I was the one who suggested this punishment. Backing out now would be pathetic!"
"Ugh!! Su Yang’s gonna mess with me for sure! Who’s even gonna be at this event?"
"Just my friends and Qianyu’s."
"Wait, your sister’s friends too?! Bro Meng!! Screw it, floor it!!! Hit 200!!"
"Stop yapping, you’re distracting me!" Meng Wenzhou’s tone was calm, but the car’s speed steadily climbed, soon nearing 200 km/h.
"Slow down, Meng!! There are two lives in the backseat!!" Han Xiaoyu and Xia Keke clung to their seats in terror.
......
On the other side, Su Yang was completely relaxed, steering with one hand while humming along to the music.
[Ding! Host’s mood detected as excellent. Reward: 600,000.]
From a bird’s-eye view, one could see that Su Yang was already about 50 kilometers ahead of Meng Wenzhou.
Not only that, but he had flawlessly avoided every speed camera. Except for brief slowdowns in speed-trap zones, he mostly cruised at around 180 km/h.
Just as Su Yang was enjoying the drive, a low-slung red sports car appeared in his rearview mirror, closing in fast.
Su Yang straightened up and muttered, "Oh? A 488?"
Before he could even confirm the model, the red sports car roared past the Maybach.
A glance at his speedometer showed 188 km/h—and the car that had just overtaken him was unmistakably a Ferrari 488 Pista.
His competitive spirit flared. "Don’t get cocky, kid!!"
He gripped the wheel with both hands and accelerated again.
But the Maybach was, after all, a luxury sedan—bulky and heavy. Despite its V12 engine, catching a supercar like the 488 was nearly impossible.
The 488 could hit speeds of around 340 km/h, with insane high-end performance. The S680 stood no chance.
After two minutes of futile pursuit, Su Yang watched the Ferrari’s taillights vanish into the distance.
"Damn it!!"
"Now you know how it feels?" Pan Ning remarked dryly.
Su Yang chuckled. "That’s just the car’s fault. This isn’t a sports car—if I were driving a Turbo S, he wouldn’t have stood a chance."
......
Half an hour later, the Maybach was the first to exit the highway. The navigation showed 17 kilometers left to Shima Town.
Without stopping to rest, Su Yang drove straight to the scenic area’s entrance.
As soon as they pulled into the parking lot, they spotted the same Ferrari 488 that had blown past them on the highway.
"Huh? Is that the same car from earlier?" Su Yang asked Pan Ning.
"Yes."
"What a coincidence. There’s a spot right next to it—let’s park there."
Su Yang reversed into the space beside the 488.
Rolling down the window, he studied the sports car with admiration. Ferraris really are something else. Maybe I should get the system to gift me a LaFerrari one of these days.
"It’s almost dark. Ask the others where they are," Pan Ning said flatly.
"Sure." Su Yang grinned and pulled out his phone to call Liu Bo.
The call connected after two rings.
"Hey, fatty, where are you guys?"
"About to get off the highway. Don’t tell me you’re already there?!"
"What do you think?"
On the other end, Liu Bo’s last shred of hope withered away.
"Damn it!! Bro Meng, why did we even challenge Su Yang to a race?! They’re already there..."
"What the—?! Did he fly here?! How?!"
"Su Yang, you’re lying! No way you got there already! Weren’t you afraid of speed cameras?!" Meng Wenzhou shouted into the phone.
Su Yang laughed. "That’s what skill looks like! No need to rush now—you’ve already lost. Drive safe!"
Liu Bo hung up, frustration written all over his face.
Meng Wenzhou turned to him with a grin. "Relax~ A bet’s a bet. We’ll take the loss like champs!"
"No way. I’m gonna negotiate with Su Yang later—I need to cosplay something cool..."
Meanwhile, Su Yang and the others got out to stretch.
After two hours in the car, the three girls immediately headed for the restroom, while Su Yang lit a cigarette.
He walked around the Ferrari, examining it from behind before leaning in to peer through the driver’s side window.
As he was looking, the driver's side window of the 488 slowly rolled down.
A stylish woman in her thirties, wearing sunglasses, locked eyes with Su Yang.
Su Yang froze for a moment, then awkwardly smiled, "Uh, h-hello."
The woman inside the car hooked a finger under her sunglasses, pushing them down slightly as her alluring eyes studied Su Yang.
"Something wrong?"
"N-no, nothing. I just thought your car looked really cool, so I was checking it out. Didn’t realize someone was inside—sorry about that."
"No worries. Yours isn’t bad either."
Su Yang chuckled dryly, then shouted inwardly:
—System, scan!
......
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
