C222 The Mclaren Race Track Displayed Its Power and Severely Injured the Ferrari

"The car shot out!"

"Oh my God, it's so fast!"

"It's definitely a super sports car, incredible!"

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A buzz of conversation erupted from the crowd of onlookers.

A young man sat cross-legged on the ground, a remote control in his hands, with an Apple computer before him displaying the scene of two cars racing neck and neck.

He was operating a drone, conducting real-time surveillance.

This allowed him to keep an eye on the two leading cars at all times and to intervene quickly in case of danger.

Wang Tiancheng had also launched a drone into the sky.

Lee Zhan and his group gathered around the computer to watch the live feed.

Lin Dong joined them.

They could now see the McLaren and Ferrari racing side by side, having just sped through the straightaway and into the circular track.

The Ferrari nimbly navigated a curve, momentarily pulling ahead.

At this sight, Lee Zhan, pumped with excitement, raised his fist and yelled, "Leave the McLaren in the dust! Liang Yu for the win!"

"Liang Yu for the win!"

The team's members echoed the chant.

Their vehicles ranged from Porsches, Maseratis, Silverear Hondas, to Audi R8s – none of which could match the Ferrari, hence they sat out the race.

But that didn't dampen their passion for racing!

Seeing the Ferrari take the lead sent a wave of exhilaration through the crowd.

Lin Dong, however, refrained from joining in the cheers.

Hands in his pockets, he watched the two sports cars disappearing into the distance, his brow furrowed in thought.

He had detected a difference in the engine sounds of the cars earlier.

The Ferrari might appear to be ahead, but it was pushing its engine to the limit, while the McLaren was just beginning to unleash its power.

Once the McLaren's engine reached its optimal revs, the Ferrari would stand no chance!

Yet, Liang Yu's supporters remained optimistic.

They were convinced that Liang Yu, leading the McLaren, was on his way to victory!

Lin Dong tugged at Lee Zhan's sleeve and asked, "Lee Zhan, can you get in touch with Liang Yu?"

"Oh yes, Liang Yu's sports car is equipped with a dedicated real-time intercom."

Lee Zhan nodded, then with a hint of confusion asked, "What's the matter, Dong?"

Lin Dong replied candidly, "I have a feeling that Wang Tiancheng's McLaren is no ordinary vehicle. I'm worried Liang Yu might be at a disadvantage."

"That can't be. Liang Yu's car is a multimillion-dollar sports car with a V6 engine that can accelerate in just 3.6 seconds. It's on par with the McLaren, and he's even overtaken Wang Tiancheng now!" Lee Zhan said, brimming with optimism.

Lin Dong shook his head and countered, "No, I just listened to the McLaren's engine, and it's clear that it's been heavily modified. The performance has been terrifyingly enhanced. Although Liang Yu is currently ahead, he's likely to be overtaken soon. I'm concerned that in his urgency, he might make a rash move that could lead to an accident."

Lee Zhan offered a wry smile and said, "Dong, surely it's not that serious..."

Before he could finish, a chorus of gasps rose from the crowd.

Lin Dong and Lee Zhan whipped their heads around just in time to see the McLaren GMT, previously trailing in the race, suddenly surge forward with explosive speed. As it neared the loop in the track, it shot out from the edge of the raceway.

As the car burst out, it drifted wildly, careening toward the Ferrari.

Liang Yu's Ferrari wobbled, seemingly startled, and in a reflex, swerved sharply, crashing into the roadside barrier.

Fortunately, Liang Yu's quick reflexes brought the car back under control, but the front fender was already torn off, exposing the intricate carbon fiber bodywork beneath.

The front of the Ferrari now looked as if it had been struck by a sledgehammer, presenting a stark image of danger.