McLaren Senna (Additional Chapter)

Two and a half hours later, the plane landed safely at Haicheng International Airport.

By then, it was already 4:30 in the afternoon. Tang Ziyun and the other three left first in Liu Meng’s Panamera.

The remaining six arrived at the parking lot. Su Yang turned to Meng Wenzhou with a grin and said, "Hey, Lao Meng, don’t forget to ask about that villa for me."

Meng Wenzhou gave him an OK sign. "Don’t worry, I’ll get you an answer by the day after tomorrow at the latest."

"Perfect! Thanks for everything these past few days—covering the round-trip flights, fancy meals, and hotel stays."

Meng Wenzhou shot him a glare. "Cut it out, or I’ll get mad. No need to be so formal."

Su Yang chuckled. "Alright, alright, I’ll stop."

Just then, a black BMW 7 Series ride-hailing car pulled up outside the parking lot and stopped slowly beside Meng Wenzhou.

Su Yang glanced over and saw a young man in his mid-twenties step out from the passenger seat.

The man walked up to Meng Wenzhou with a respectful smile. "Young Master Meng, I’m here."

"Good. Here’s the key—drive my car back for me."

"Got it, Young Master Meng. Leave it to me." The young man took the key, nodded politely at Su Yang and the others, then got into the Lamborghini and drove off.

"What was that about?" Su Yang asked, puzzled.

"Didn’t feel like driving, so I called someone to take the car back. I’ll ride with Fatty."

"Oh."

Meng Wenzhou climbed into the passenger seat of the GLS 600.

Liu Bo, sitting in the driver’s seat, leaned out and grinned at Su Yang. "See you later, Yang Ge! Drive safe!"

"Yeah, take it easy."

After Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo left, Zhang Ziming also bid Su Yang farewell before getting into his Aston Martin and driving off with Shen Yixue.

Now, only Su Yang and Pan Ning remained standing by their cars.

Su Yang smiled at Pan Ning. "Where to?"

"Home, of course."

"Your place or mine?"

Pan Ning rolled her eyes. "My own home, obviously." She walked to the SF90, pulled open the door, and slid inside.

"See you."

"Leaving just like that?" Su Yang teased.

"What else do you expect? I’m tired after these past few days. Time to rest and spend time with my parents."

Su Yang grinned. "Fine, I won’t go meet our parents just yet. I’ll visit them another day with proper gifts."

Pan Ning laughed helplessly. "You’re impossible. Bye!" With that, she drove off.

Su Yang waved from behind. "Drive safe! Message me when you get home!"

In the distance, Pan Ning raised a slender hand in acknowledgment before her car turned a corner and disappeared from view.

"Whew."

"Everyone’s gone. It’s so quiet all of a sudden," Su Yang muttered to himself.

He smirked, then opened the door of his 911 Turbo S and got in.

Sitting inside, his mind went blank. The air was utterly silent. Leaning back in the seat, he replayed the wild events of the past few days in his head.

Feels like a dream. Hah, is this the loneliness people talk about after the fun’s over?

After ten seconds of silence, he patted the steering wheel and laughed. "Loneliness, my ass! The McLaren’s waiting for me! Time to go home!"

Vroom!

The 911 roared to life as he left the airport.

......

Nearly fifty minutes later, Su Yang finally arrived at the underground garage of Building 3 in Senhai Manor.

From a distance, he spotted a white-and-blue McLaren Senna parked beside his Aston Martin DBX 707.

His eyes lit up, and a grin spread across his face.

He sped toward the parking spot, too impatient to park properly before jumping out to inspect the car.

"Holy—! Damn, damn, damn! Is this the legendary McLaren Senna?! This thing is insanely hot!!" He circled the car twice, examining every inch.

The Senna’s stance was far lower than the 911 Turbo S, hugging the ground like a crouching beast.

As the saying goes, "lower is better"—and the Senna was anything but ugly.

Su Yang ran a hand lovingly over the body. "This isn’t just a car. It’s a damn work of art!"

[Ding! Host’s excitement detected. Reward: 800,000.]

Ignoring the system’s voice, Su Yang swallowed hard and reached for the door.

"Wait—where’s the key?" He instinctively checked his backpack but found nothing.

—System? Where’s the key? Don’t tell me I have to collect fragments for this too!

[Key is in the system inventory.]

—Phew! Scared me for a second.

—Take it out.

The moment he thought it, he felt something bulge in his pants pocket.

Pulling it out, he saw a sleek black key with McLaren’s logo in the center.

The design was minimalist—hard to believe it belonged to a supercar worth over 20 million. But then again, it was carbon fiber.

Su Yang wasted no time pressing the unlock button.

The Senna’s lights flashed in response.

Rubbing his hands together, he eagerly pulled open the iconic butterfly door and slid inside.

The seats were rigid, one-piece carbon-fiber buckets—far from comfortable. Nearly every visible surface was carbon fiber, and the interior felt spartan, even dated, with a 10.25-inch display in the center console.

The Senna even had six-point racing harnesses instead of standard seatbelts. This was a track monster through and through.

Despite the lack of comfort, Su Yang’s excitement didn’t waver.

Driving this on the streets would turn heads like nothing else.

The color scheme was stunning, and the massive rear wing guaranteed double-takes from anyone under thirty.

The McLaren Senna was named after Formula 1 legend Ayrton Senna, a tribute to the racing icon.

Officially, it could go 0-100 km/h in 2.8 seconds—but real-world performance was likely even faster.

Top speed: 340 km/h. Engine: 4.0L V8 twin-turbo, 800 horsepower, 800 Nm of torque. At high speeds, the car generated 800 kg of downforce—as if an invisible hand pinned it to the road.

Su Yang caressed the steering wheel, then glanced up.

Yep—the ignition button was on the ceiling.

He pressed the red button, and the dashboard rose smoothly from the steering column, oozing ceremony.

The engine roared to life, making the 911 Turbo S’s startup sound like a kitten’s purr in comparison.

The sound sent a thrill through Su Yang. He pulled the overhead latch to open the door, got out, parked the Turbo S properly, then returned to the Senna.

"Can’t resist. Gotta take it for a spin."

Shifting into neutral via the center console, he pressed the accelerator and eased the car out of the garage.

When Su Yang reached the roadside outside the sales office of Senhai Manor, he was about to floor the accelerator, but through the car window, he spotted Gu Xiaoman stepping out of the building.

Gu Xiaoman was, as always, dressed in her black-and-white professional attire—a fitted white blouse, a black pencil skirt, and sleek high heels with sheer black stockings.

Su Yang’s eyes lit up. He rolled down the small window of his Senna and called out loudly, "Xiaoman!"

Hearing her name, Gu Xiaoman frowned and glanced toward the roadside, where a white McLaren came into view.

Puzzled, she walked closer to get a better look.

"Su Yang??!"

"Heh, yeah, it's me. Where are you headed?"

"When did you get back? Damn, you bought another new car?!"

"Uh, yeah. What do you think?"

"This..." Gu Xiaoman stepped closer to inspect the vehicle.

"Is this a McLaren Senna?"

"Wow, you know your cars. Want to hop in for a spin?"

"I’ve got some business at the bank, so I’ll pass. It’s just a short walk anyway."

"Too bad. Hey, you free tomorrow? Come over for dinner. I promised you and Sister Meng Rou a meal after I moved."

"Oh, sure."

"Great! Go ahead with your errands. I’m just taking this beast for a ride. Later!" Su Yang slammed the accelerator to the floor.

The Senna roared to life with a deafening growl and sped off, leaving Gu Xiaoman standing there in stunned silence.