McLaren is just a little brother.

Magic City Tianma Circuit.

As one of the earliest international standard tracks in the East China region, it was perennially filled with the smell of burning high-octane gasoline and the scorched scent of tires rubbing against the ground. For the supercar circles of the Magic City, this was a colosseum to show off wealth and skill, as well as a holy land for venting hormones.

At ten in the morning, although the winter sun was not scorching, the atmosphere on the track was already boiling.

Vroom—roar!

A volcano orange McLaren 765LT parked at the entrance of the pit garage, its exhaust spitting blue flames. The furious roar of its V8 engine sounded like the bellow of a wild beast, prompting many onlookers to raise their phones and take pictures.

The car door swung up. Sun Zhihao, wearing sunglasses and a professional racing suit, stood leaning against the door with a helmet in his hand. His posture was simply arrogant to the extreme.

Brother Hao, this car is too handsome! You are definitely going to set the fastest lap of the track today, right?

A few second-generation rich kids, who drove Porsche 911s or BMW M4s, surrounded him, flattering him to the utmost.

That's a given.

Sun Zhihao took off his sunglasses, a flash of pride in his eyes. This is the 765LT, McLaren's Longtail series. It was born for the track. Last night, I specifically had the mechanics adjust the camber and change to brand-new semi-slick tires. If I don't run under 1 minute and 10 seconds today, I'll just push this car straight into the sea.

Mentioning last night, Sun Zhihao's face darkened slightly.

Yesterday at the Deep Blue Diving Club, he had been severely humiliated by that pretty boy named Su Bai. That terrifying eight-minute-and-twenty-second breath-hold had turned him into a laughingstock, mocked as a bad student with too much stationery.

He hadn't slept well all night, his mind filled with how to get his revenge.

Hmph, so what if he's good at diving? To put it bluntly, that's just a physical abnormality, able to hold his breath like a turtle.

Sun Zhihao complained to his cronies. But racing is different. Racing is the crystallization of industrial civilization; it's a combination of money, courage, and skill! That kid has probably never even been on a track. Does he know what a racing line is? Does he know what trail braking is?

Brother Hao is right! A pretty boy who only knows how to hold his breath in the water probably wouldn't even be able to grip the steering wheel on a track.

Exactly, later Brother Hao will make him eat exhaust and teach him how to behave!

Just as the group was chatting enthusiastically and Sun Zhihao's vanity was greatly satisfied.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the entrance of the circuit.

It wasn't a noisy clamor, but rather a gasp of exclamation as if people had seen a miracle, followed by a suffocating silence.

Huh? What's going on?

Sun Zhihao frowned and followed the crowd's gaze.

He saw a fleet of black Rolls-Royce Phantoms slowly driving into the paddock, stopping in front of the most spacious Pit Garage 1.

Immediately after, a massive, fully enclosed white flatbed transport truck backed in. There was no flashy paint job on the truck body, only a few professional mechanics in red uniforms standing by in full readiness.

This grand display... which big shot has arrived now?

A second-generation rich kid nearby swallowed hard.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the transport truck's hydraulic tailboard slowly lowered.

The first thing to catch their eyes was a heart-stopping touch of red.

It was Ferrari Red.

Following that was the extremely exaggerated aerodynamic kit, a front nose cone resembling an F1 race car, and the wide, low-slung, aggressively styled body lines.

The moment this car was completely exposed to the sunlight, the entire paddock instantly exploded.

Holy shit!!!

LaFa! It's a LaFa! LaFerrari!

A live one! I actually get to see one of the holy trinity of hypercars in person!

If the McLaren 765LT was a track weapon, then the LaFerrari was a track myth, the jewel in the crown of the automotive industry. Limited to 499 units worldwide, its secondhand price had long since broken the hundred-million mark, and it was so rare that money often couldn't even buy it.

In front of such a godly car, the McLaren 765LT that had seemed so majestic just a moment ago instantly looked like an un-grown little brother, appearing completely lackluster.

The corners of Sun Zhihao's eyes twitched violently.

He stared fixedly at that red beast, the sourness and jealousy in his heart practically overflowing.

Damn it... who is so showy to bring this kind of collector's item to race on a track?

Just then, the door of the Rolls-Royce opened.

Xia Lin, looking valiant and heroic in a black racing suit, stepped out. Closely following her was Su Bai, who was also wearing a red and black racing suit, his figure as tall and straight as a pine.

The two stood next to the LaFerrari. A handsome man and a beautiful woman, a luxury car and a beauty—that powerful aura directly turned everything around them into a mere background.

Him again?!

Sun Zhihao gritted his teeth, making a cracking sound.

Brother Hao... is that the person Miss Xia brought? a minion beside him asked cautiously. This car... is just too top-tier, right?

Top-tier my ass!

Sun Zhihao snorted coldly, forcibly trying to save face. So what if it's a LaFerrari? This kind of car worth tens or hundreds of millions is just a decoration! It's a financial investment product! I don't believe he actually dares to step on the gas! If he bumps or scrapes it, the repair cost alone would be enough to buy my McLaren!

Besides, what's the use of a fast car? This kind of high-horsepower rear-wheel drive combined with a hybrid system has terrifyingly massive torque. Ordinary people simply can't handle it. If that kid dares to turn off the TCS (Traction Control System), he'll spin out on the very first corner!

Sun Zhihao's voice was loud, as if trying to embolden himself.

...

In front of Pit Garage 1.

Su Bai paid no attention to the idle gossip in the distance.

He was looking at the red beast before him with great interest.

Do you like it?

Xia Lin, holding a helmet in her hand, helped him adjust the collar of his racing suit, her eyes full of doting affection. This is one from my dad's collection; normally, he can't bear to drive it himself. But I told him, if you don't lend it to us, I'll smash your purple clay teapot.

Tsk tsk, such moving filial piety.

Su Bai smiled, reaching out to stroke the LaFerrari's cold and smooth carbon fiber body.

Even without starting it, he could feel the terrifying power contained within this machine.

Go on.

Xia Lin handed him the helmet and gave him a light peck on the lips. Let those frogs in the well see what a true racing god is.

Su Bai put on the helmet and stepped into the extremely low cockpit.

There was no comfort to speak of; the carbon fiber bucket seats were as hard as rocks, and the seating position was so low that his buttocks were practically glued to the ground.

But this was exactly for the sake of ultimate handling.

He pressed the start button.

Vroom—!!!

The 6.3L V12 naturally aspirated engine instantly awakened. That high-pitched, sharp, heavenly roar immediately drowned out all other sounds at the scene.

It was the roar of a mechanical totem.

In contrast, the turbocharged V8 sound of the McLaren in the distance seemed so dull and powerless.

...

Track entrance.

The green light flashed on.

Sun Zhihao's McLaren 765LT charged out first.

He really did have some skills. His start was incredibly fierce; after a brief wheelspin, the tires bit hard into the ground, and the entire car launched forward like a cannonball.

"Hmph, so what if it's a LaFerrari? On a small track like Tianma, high horsepower is actually a disadvantage! Watch how I teach you a lesson in the corners!"

Sun Zhihao looked at the motionless red figure in his rearview mirror and felt a little more at ease.

He focused entirely, utilizing every inch of the curbs on every corner. While his racing line wasn't perfect, it was definitely top-tier among amateurs.

Lap one, warm up the tires.

Lap two, start setting a time.

Sun Zhihao felt exceptionally good today. The adrenaline rush gave him the illusion of being one with his car.

However, just as he was preparing to push for his third lap, which would be his fastest lap...

Suddenly, a scalp-tingling, high-frequency exhaust note pierced through his helmet and rang clearly in his ears.

The sound grew closer and sharper, as if it were detonating right behind his head.

Sun Zhihao instinctively glanced at his rearview mirror.

What he saw almost made his heart stop.

A streak of red lightning was expanding in the mirror at an inconceivable speed!

"How is this possible?! So fast?!"

This was a continuous cornering section!

Shouldn't a high-horsepower car like the LaFerrari be carefully modulating the throttle here? Why did that guy look like he was flying low to the ground?!

At this moment, Su Bai's only feeling could be described in one word: slow.

Yes, far too slow.

With 100 points in Mind, which included his reaction speed, the world before his eyes seemed to be playing in slow motion.

Every undulation of the track, every braking point, and even the minute changes in tire grip were instantly parsed into data in his brain.

And his staggering 150 points in Physique made him the absolute perfect master of this beast.

For an ordinary person, a lateral acceleration of over 1.5G during cornering would cause neck soreness and even dizziness, leading to sloppy movements.

But for Su Bai, this amount of G-force was like a gentle breeze, failing to even make the muscles in his neck tense up.

His body was as steady as a mountain, his hands like precision surgical robotic arms, accurately controlling every degree of the steering wheel's rotation.

The coordination of the throttle and brake beneath his feet reached millisecond precision.

"Is this the LaFerrari? Quite interesting indeed."

A smile tugged at the corner of Su Bai's mouth.

The V12 engine's power was available on demand. Coupled with the HY-KERS system's electric motor boost, the 963 horsepower felt like a docile sheep under his foot, yet it morphed into a bloodthirsty wolf the instant he exited a corner.

Ahead was that orange McLaren.

In Su Bai's eyes, Sun Zhihao's racing line was full of flaws.

Braking too early.

Wrong turn-in point.

Getting on the throttle too aggressively.

"Since you're a poor student, let me show you what a textbook overtake looks like."

Su Bai didn't choose to simply blast past him on the straight using his horsepower advantage.

That would be too boring and an insult to the LaFerrari.

He chose Turn 1.

This was a hairpin turn that severely tested one's courage.

Ahead, Sun Zhihao had already started heavy braking, tail lights flashing, the car's center of gravity shifting violently forward.

But Su Bai... didn't brake!

He was even accelerating!

"Is he crazy?! He's insane?!"

Seeing this through the rearview mirror, Sun Zhihao was scared out of his wits. "Entering the corner at this speed, he's definitely going to fly off the track!"

However, in the split second before an imminent collision...

Su Bai slammed on the brakes.

This stomp was precise to the extreme. It neither locked up the tires, though it had ABS, he controlled it right at the threshold of ABS intervention, nor wasted any time, using the terrifying braking force to instantly compress the speed to the absolute cornering limit.

Simultaneously, he rapidly downshifted.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

The exhaust pipe spat out backfiring roars, crackling like a machine gun.

The front of the LaFerrari seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand, viciously slicing into the apex.

That entry angle was outrageously sharp.

Just as Sun Zhihao was still struggling to correct his steering, a red blur flashed across his inside line...

And forcefully cut in!

An inside overtake! In the most impossible place to overtake!

Vroom!!!

Accompanied by the deafening roar of the V12 engine, the LaFerrari's tail merely swayed slightly the moment it exited the corner, which was a slight slip angle Su Bai intentionally induced for a faster exit trajectory, and then it shot off like an arrow from a bow, instantly opening up a gap.

Sun Zhihao's vision simply blurred for a moment.

Then, all he could see were those two round tail lights and that despair-inducing, ever-receding red silhouette.

He truly... couldn't even eat its exhaust fumes anymore.

"This... this guy is a fucking professional racer, right?!"

Sun Zhihao's hands were trembling, and he unknowingly released the throttle.

His mentality collapsed.

Completely shattered.

How was this racing? This was an absolute massacre!

...

Three laps later, Su Bai drove the car back into the pit garage.

When he took off his helmet and stepped out of the cockpit, his red and black racing suit remained perfectly dry; he hadn't even broken a single drop of sweat.

His expression was as calm as if he had just returned from a grocery run.

"How was it? I didn't embarrass your car, did I?"

Su Bai asked with a smile as he looked at Xia Lin, who was walking up to greet him.

"Far from embarrassing..."

Xia Lin's gaze at this moment looked like she wanted to swallow him whole.

She had been in the grandstands earlier, watching clearly through her binoculars. That fluid, seamless racing line, that extreme maneuvering almost grazing the barriers, it made her blood boil.

"You are a god!"

If it weren't for the mechanics and onlookers around them, Xia Lin would have loved to throw herself directly into Su Bai's arms.

Ultimately, she was still relatively reserved compared to the typical wealthy socialites who frequented the racetracks.

"1 minute and 2 seconds!"

"Your lap just now clocked in at 1 minute and 2 seconds!"

Xia Lin shouted excitedly. "That's the production car lap record for the Tianma Circuit! And it was your first time driving this car! Your first time on this track!"

The surrounding crowd erupted into an uproar.

Those rich kids who had initially wanted to see a joke were now dead silent, looking at Su Bai with eyes full of awe.

In the racing circle, skill was everything.

Anyone who could drive a LaFerrari to such a time was definitely not some incompetent fool who only knew how to spend money.

At this moment, Sun Zhihao's McLaren also returned dejectedly.

He sat in the car, delaying getting out.

It wasn't that he didn't want to get out; his legs were simply like jelly.

Su Bai's miraculous overtake earlier had left him with massive psychological trauma. He looked at Su Bai, who was surrounded by the crowd, then looked at the steering wheel in his own hands, and for the first time, he felt an emotion called despair.

He couldn't beat him at diving, and he was completely crushed in racing.

Even the equipment he was most proud of was nothing but child's play in front of this guy.

Then again, how did this guy know how to do everything? Isn't he a bit too omnipotent!

Just who exactly is this friend of Xia Lin's?

I've never even heard of someone like this before.