C220 The Convoy Gathered the Second Generation on the Side of the Race Track

"Wuwuwu!"

Lin Dong floored the accelerator, unleashing a deep roar that reverberated down the street.

The two rival groups, locked in a standoff, all turned their heads.

Eyes widened in awe as Lin Dong approached. The LED matrix laser headlights, the sleek sci-fi lines of the car, and the sonorous rumble of the engine showcased the vehicle's luxury.

The young car enthusiasts present could discern the sports car's impressive capabilities from the sound alone.

This was no ordinary vehicle; it was a super sports car!

The tension that had gripped everyone was shattered by the resonant roar of the engine.

In that moment, allegiances were forgotten as all eyes were drawn to the Pagani Huayran Lin Dong was driving. They all wondered which high roller had arrived.

"Haha! My big brother's here!"

Liang Yu called out, his excitement palpable.

He was the only one who had seen Lin Dong's sports car before. Recognizing the distinctive lights and sound, he knew Lin Dong had arrived.

Lin Dong now pulled up before the crowd.

Bathed in the headlights, the Pagani Huayran's emblem gleamed brilliantly.

"This is the Pagani Huayran!"

"My God, am I actually seeing such a super sports car in Jiangyang?"

"Little turtles, with Dong here, you're all done for!"

"Dong, roar, roar!"

"Mighty Dong, our champion!"

...

A cacophony of cheers erupted from the crowd.

Liang Yu's supporters were particularly invigorated, their cheers resounding loudly.

The car came to a halt.

Liang Yu jogged over to the driver's side and swung the door open. "Big brother!"

His voice was brimming with joy.

With Lin Dong's arrival, their strength had significantly increased.

"What's the situation?"

Lin Dong stepped out of the car, surveying the scene as he inquired.

His gaze was serene, yet he exuded an air of authority, amplified by the Pagani Huayran's presence.

Most of the young men averted their eyes, too intimidated to meet his gaze.

"Big brother! It's Wang Tiancheng's crew challenging us, calling our sports cars junk! They even called you trash!"

Lee Zhan approached, his voice tinged with anger.

Several young men followed him, all part of their group.

"Hey there, Dong!"

"With you here, Dong, Wang Tiancheng and his crew don't stand a chance against us!"

"We're going to win tonight's race, no doubt about it!"

"Absolutely, Dong drives a Pagani Huayran, after all!"

"Dong, tonight we've got to show them what we're made of and teach them a lesson they won't forget!"

...

The young men were all voicing their admiration and support enthusiastically.

It was their first encounter with Lin Dong.

Before this meeting, Liang Yu and Li Qiang had been singing Lin Dong's praises, boasting about his incredible sports car and his impressive entrance that had captivated everyone. This had inspired a sense of awe and respect for Lin Dong among the group.

Lin Dong was somewhat overwhelmed by the passionate reception.

Yet, he couldn't help but feel touched by their admiration.

They looked up to him so much, calling him 'big brother'—Lin Dong felt obligated to stand up for them, given their trust in him.

"What's so great about driving a Pagani Huayran? Racing is all about skill, not just the car. You're really amusing me!"

A mocking voice cut through the air.

Lin Dong turned to see a young man with fiery red hair.

He was dressed in a short leather jacket, jeans, and Martin boots, looking fairly clean-cut but with an air of arrogance that screamed 'spoiled rich kid.'

"What did you just say, Wang Tiancheng?"

"Arrogant much? Dong here will wipe the floor with you!"

"Let's race and see who's really the best!"

"Believe me, once I start speeding, you won't even catch a glimpse of my taillights!"

...

Liang Yu and the other youths were seething with anger.

Wang Tiancheng chuckled and, with a sarcastic thumbs-up, contemptuously declared, "You're all garbage!"

This gesture was a profound insult to Liang Yu and his friends.

Unable to contain their anger, Liang Yu's group was ready to charge and set him straight.

Wang Tiancheng's posse of rich kids also moved in, and the two groups faced off once again, the tension thick in the air.

"Being trash is not something you announce—it's proven on the track. After the race, we'll see who the real trash is."

Lin Dong's voice carried through the air. Hands in his pockets, he sauntered over to where Liang Yu and his group were gathered and took his place in front of them, his gaze fixed ahead.

Wang Tiancheng and his cronies couldn't help but feel a tremor of fear at the sight of him. Lin Dong was a man who had taken lives, a man who held a high-ranking position and wielded significant power. His presence was commanding, a stark contrast to the entitled heirs he was facing.

Lin Dong had initially planned to just enjoy the scene, but upon arrival, the respect he received from Liang Yu and the others deeply moved him. When Wang Tiancheng issued a challenge, clearly looking to stir up trouble, Lin Dong knew he couldn't just stand by.

After all, they were all young, full of fiery passion. Lin Dong made up his mind to stand with them, united against their common adversary.