Let's Make a Bet

As the girl's voice faded, the GTR and the RS7 shot forward simultaneously.

Within seconds, the two cars quickly vanished into the night, their roaring engines gradually fading away.

Su Yang looked up at the display screen above the main gate, which was currently pitch black.

"Who do you think will win?" Su Yang looked at Zhuang Mengli and asked with a smile.

Zhuang Mengli thought for a moment before replying, "It's hard to say. It mostly depends on whether these two cars have been modified. If they are both stock, I'd bet on the RS7. But if they've been tuned, it's anyone's guess. It'll all come down to the drivers' skills."

Su Yang nodded. "It's pretty obvious both cars have been modified."

"How do you know?"

"Just listen to the exhaust. A stock car wouldn't be this deafening. They've definitely modified the exhaust, and people who love tuning cars never stop at just the exhaust."

"The stock GTR R35 has a maximum of 555 horsepower, a 3.8T V6, and 632 Nm of torque. The RS7 Performance has a 4.0T V8, maxing out at 630 horsepower and 850 Nm."

Zhuang Mengli nodded. "So, looking purely at the stock specs, the RS7 has the upper hand."

"Not necessarily. The RS7 is heavier and larger. Plus, when it comes to tuning, the GTR has far more potential. Some can even be pushed to one or two thousand horsepower. So it's hard to tell, but my gut feeling says the GTR will win."

"Want to make a bet then?" Zhuang Mengli smiled.

"What are the stakes?"

"I bet the RS7 wins. If I win, hmm... you have to buy me a drink later."

Hearing this, Su Yang frowned. "Didn't you just say you wouldn't drink with me?"

"That was then. Don't you know women are fickle?"

"Haha, alright. And if I win?"

"If you win, I'll buy you a drink."

"What?" Su Yang paused for a moment, then added, "So either way, we're drinking?"

"Just tell me if you're in or out."

Su Yang shook his head with a laugh. "What's the fun in that? It's just getting drinks. We can do that without betting."

"It's different. This decides who treats who."

"Alright, alright. Let's bet."

"Deal."

"Oh, right, I just thought of something. We haven't done a practice run on this mountain road yet."

"It's fine, we don't need to," Su Yang said nonchalantly.

"Are you really that confident we'll win? Our opponent isn't weak, you know."

Hearing this, Su Yang turned to look at the No. 5 car nearby and smiled. "His car isn't weak, but how do you know what level the driver is at? Anyway, just relax. I'll let you properly experience some fast and furious action later."

"Suddenly, I'm a little scared to get in."

"What? You're pulling a last-minute retreat? Is there actually anything in this world that Miss Zhuang is afraid to do?"

"Ugh, it's just that I've never participated in such an intense street race before."

"Do you trust me or not?"

Zhuang Mengli looked up at Su Yang. "I trust you."

"There you go then. Just enjoy the ride later and don't worry about anything else."

"Alright."

As the two were talking, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Everyone, look at the screen!"

Hearing the shout, Su Yang looked up at the display screen above the gate, seeing that a live feed had just appeared.

The GTR was currently leading the RS7 by about twenty to thirty meters. Two seconds later, the GTR entered a corner using trail braking and quickly vanished from the screen, with the RS7 following closely behind.

However, the RS7 used a standard deceleration to enter the corner. Just from this maneuver, the difference in the two drivers' skills was already apparent.

The scene on the screen then switched, showing the GTR once again. It seemed the two cars had already reached the peak of Mount Wu, which had an elevation of only a hundred meters or so.

Reaching the peak meant they were halfway through the course. The second half was the downhill stretch, but the most difficult part of this five-kilometer winding mountain road was actually this latter half, as it featured numerous consecutive hairpin turns.

Currently, the fastest lap time on this mountain road was 4 minutes and 13 seconds, set by a Ferrari 812.

After all, a mountain road wasn't a professional race track, and the people racing here weren't professional race car drivers, so naturally, the times would be a bit longer.

The live feed on the screen lasted for about twenty to thirty seconds before going black again.

The rest of the crowd at the venue began to discuss among themselves, guessing who would win and what the winner's final time would be.

Time passed quickly. About four minutes had gone by since the two cars set off.

The live feed had appeared on the screen a total of four times. Now, the image popped up once more. Su Yang looked up and saw the GTR still taking the lead, leaving the RS7 trailing behind by about forty to fifty meters.

As the image appeared, the faint roar of engines could be heard echoing from the dark mountain road beyond the gate.

"It's already been over 4 minutes and 20 seconds. These two cars won't be able to break the record," Zhuang Mengli said, looking at the timer on the screen.

"It's a bit tough for regular people to break the record."

Vroom! Vroom!!

As they spoke, the roaring engines grew clearer, and a blinding light soon pierced through the dark road in the distance.

Su Yang looked up at the screen. Two seconds later, the GTR crossed the finish line first, with a final time of 4 minutes and 31 seconds.

The RS7 followed with a time of 4 minutes and 33 seconds.

With the end of the first race, waves of cheers erupted from the center of the venue.

The owner of the GTR rolled down his window, looking incredibly smug as he drove the car back to where he had parked earlier.

Just as he parked, two hot girls who had been waiting nearby hurried over to his car to hand him some mineral water.

Su Yang shook his head with a smile and looked away.

Zhuang Mengli then spoke up, "You won. I'll buy you a drink later."

"Sure, it's still early anyway. We can find a place to grab a few drinks after this is over."

"OK."

Soon, the No. 3 Huracan and the No. 4 EVO also began their race.

There was no suspense in this race. The Huracan finished with a time of 4 minutes and 29 seconds, while the EVO took 4 minutes and 38 seconds to complete the course, unfortunately getting eliminated.

With the No. 3 and No. 4 race concluded, the matchup for the upper bracket was set: the GTR versus the Huracan.

Now it was Su Yang's turn. He looked at Zhuang Mengli and said, "Get in the car. It's our turn."

"Phew! I'm really getting a bit scared to ride along."

"What the hell are you afraid of! Hurry up." Su Yang grabbed Zhuang Mengli, who looked like she wanted to run away, and walked her to the passenger side. He pulled the door open and nudged her inside.

"Sit tight and buckle up."

Bang. Before Zhuang Mengli could say a word, Su Yang shut the door and walked around to get into the driver's seat.

Zhuang Mengli glared at Su Yang resentfully. "How come you don't know how to treat a lady with a little tenderness!"

"Why would I need to be tender with you? You're so fierce."

"You... Hmph!"

"Alright, stop nagging. Get ready to start." Su Yang said as he started the engine and followed the staff's instructions to drive the car to the starting line and park.

Ponytail Guy No. 5 also drove his M5 CS to the starting line, parking alongside the M8.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!!"

Before it even began, Zhuang Mengli was tightly gripping the handle with her right hand, taking continuous deep breaths. She looked exceptionally nervous.

Su Yang turned his head to comfort her. "I say, are you really that terrified? If you really can't handle it, you can get out."

"No! I said I wanted to experience it, so I have to experience it!"

"Then make sure you don't scream later."

"I won't, don't worry."

Honk!

Just as they were talking, number five on the left honked his horn. Su Yang rolled down his window and turned to look.

Ponytail Guy No. 5 tilted his head, glanced at Zhuang Mengli in the passenger seat, and shouted to Su Yang, "Handsome, are you sure you want to bring a passenger?"

Su Yang nodded with a smile. "Yeah, I'm just letting her experience the ride."

"But this is a race. Bringing someone adds over a hundred pounds of extra weight. Don't complain if you lose later."

"Haha, no worries. Thanks for the heads-up."

"Alright then, I won't say any more." After speaking, number five rolled up his window.

At this moment, the beauty in the black leather skirt from earlier walked to the front of the two cars.

Two minutes later, she received her instructions and spoke up, "Both of you, honk once when you are ready."

Honk, honk.

Hearing the sounds, the beauty raised both hands and shouted, "Listen to my command!"

"Three!"

As soon as the word "three" was shouted, the M5 began revving its engine, preparing for a launch control start.

Su Yang couldn't even be bothered to do the same. He held the steering wheel with one hand, preparing to simply floor the gas pedal.

Seeing this, Zhuang Mengli asked, "Aren't you going to use launch control?"

"It's not a straight-line drag race, why would I use launch control?"

"To seize the initiative!"

"It's fine, I'll use it during the finals. Just stop talking for now."

"Two, one!"

"GO!"

Vroom! As the beauty's voice faded, the M5cs shot forward first.

Su Yang floored the gas pedal and chased right after it. However, because he didn't use launch control, he fell half a car length behind the M5 right off the starting line.