C223 Everyone Was Furious Lin Dong Controlled the Steering Wheel and Overtook the Car
"Wuwuwu!"
A thunderous roar erupted, sending a cloud of dust swirling into the air as the Ferrari sports car, which had been maintaining the lead, was suddenly left trailing behind.
"What the heck is going on with the McLaren? It's insanely fast!"
"Liang Yu's Ferrari just got passed!"
"Did you see that? Wang Tiancheng played dirty, deliberately drifting to make Liang Yu panic and crash into the guardrail!"
"It's so infuriating; Liang Yu was clearly ahead just a moment ago!"
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Spectators watched the McLaren GMT speed away, their shouts echoing with indignation.
They had all witnessed the recent events.
The fact that the McLaren didn't slow down, and its deliberate move to close in on the Ferrari, was clearly intentional.
Fortunately, Liang Yu had the reflexes to correct his course in time, or he would have ended up at the bottom of the slope!
In such a case, Liang Yu could have been seriously injured, if not worse.
This was tantamount to attempted murder!
"Dong, the McLaren really did overtake the Ferrari!"
Lee Zhan was glued to the computer screen, then abruptly turned to Lin Dong.
Lin Dong had predicted that the McLaren, though temporarily behind, would soon catch up and overtake the Ferrari.
Lee Zhan had been skeptical at first.
But now, seeing the race unfold before his eyes, he was a believer!
How did Lin Dong foresee this? He must have a sixth sense!
At that moment, Lin Dong remained silent, his gaze fixed on the surveillance footage, hoping Liang Yu would stay put.
Just then, the Ferrari paused briefly before surging forward once more.
Through the drone's feed, Liang Yu's face, seething with rage, flashed past the window.
His fury was palpable!
A stable mindset is crucial in racing; driving on anger significantly increases the risk of accidents!
And just then, Lin Dong's fears materialized.
"Wow! Brother Cheng took the lead!"
"Incredible! Brother Cheng is invincible!"
"Leave him in the dust; the Ferrari is nothing but a lonely speck now!"
"Liang Yu is doomed to lose! Haha!"
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Across the way, Wang Tiancheng's team members erupted in victorious cheers.
They, too, had witnessed the race through the drone's camera.
The sight of the McLaren gracefully outmaneuvering and overtaking the Ferrari sent them into a frenzy of excitement, while they mocked Liang Yu.
Lee Zhan and his team wore grim expressions, their fingers clenched tightly.
At that moment, the Ferrari on the screen surged forward in speed.
However, it was already significantly behind, and the front of the car had scraped against the guardrail, which greatly hindered its speed!
"Come on, Liang, catch up!!"
"Step on it! Overtake him!"
"Liang, go faster!"
"The car's been hit and there's a huge hole; it's stopped and fallen behind. I'm afraid it's too late to catch up."
...
Liang Yu's crew yelled out in support.
Everyone was rooting for Liang Yu to overtake the McLaren, but deep down, they knew it was a long shot.
"Lee Zhan, get Liang Yu on the line, now!"
Lin Dong commanded.
"Right away, Dong!"
Lee Zhan swiftly connected to the walkie-talkie in Liang Yu's sports car.
Lin Dong's foresight was uncanny, and Lee Zhan's trust in him was unwavering. He hung on every word Lin Dong said, without a shred of doubt.
As Lee Zhan reached for the walkie-talkie, the team members huddled around.
With the McLaren far ahead, Lin Dong appeared ready to remotely direct Liang Yu. Everyone was eager to see Lin Dong's plan and whether he could turn the tide.
A glimmer of hope sparked among the crowd.
The connection was made quickly.
Lin Dong grabbed the walkie-talkie and said, "Liang Yu!"
"Dong, what's up? I'm about to catch that slowpoke Wang Tiancheng!"
Liang Yu's voice came through, laced with determination and the roar of the engine in the background.
Lin Dong watched the computer screen; the Ferrari was trailing the McLaren by nearly 500 meters. It looked close, but in the high-stakes world of racing, it was a vast gap.
The screen showed a ring-shaped passage branching off the main road, curving back to their starting point.
After a quick assessment, Lin Dong spoke firmly, "If you want to catch him, your only shot is to take the U-turn up ahead and overtake him quickly!"
Liang Yu paused, then responded almost instinctively, "Really? But I'm so far behind..."
"Don't be impatient. Just listen to me, and you'll overtake him!" Lin Dong instructed with directness.
"Alright! I trust you, big brother!" Liang Yu inhaled deeply, steadying his pace.
Lin Dong, observing the Ferrari's steady progress through the drone's feed, also took a deep breath. The McLaren, with its souped-up engine, had already surged ahead of the Ferrari and was approaching a bend.
Wang Tiancheng, behind the wheel, caught sight of the Ferrari in his rearview mirror and a contemptuous smirk crossed his face. As the drone footage had shown, he had intentionally targeted Liang Yu! Although Liang Yu's car wasn't sent tumbling down the hillside, it was hit—a shame it wasn't totaled. Now, it lacked the power to pursue.
A sharp bend lay ahead. If he could just navigate it, he'd leave Liang Yu in the dust! He eased off the accelerator slightly. The turn was treacherous; failing to decelerate could send the car flying off the track due to excessive speed, a risk not worth taking.
The Ferrari rapidly closed the gap. Yet, Wang Tiancheng remained unfazed. He was in the lead, and after the bend, a burst of acceleration would shake off his pursuer for good. He could almost see Liang Yu's frustration and it filled him with glee.
Lin Dong, having watched the McLaren decelerate on the live feed, sensed an opportunity. "Dong, I'm approaching the bend," Liang Yu reported over the walkie-talkie.
"Got it. Now, start accelerating and prepare to overtake on the bend! Remember, do exactly as I've told you. Keep driving until I give you the next step," Lin Dong's clear instructions came through.
"Okay!" Liang Yu responded, his trust in Lin Dong unwavering. He was all in, convinced that Lin Dong wouldn't steer him wrong.
Lee Zhan and the rest of the team were watching intently. They had overheard Lin Dong and Liang Yu's exchange. The upcoming bend was sharp, and any misstep could send them flying off the track, car and all.
Lin Dong had Liang Yu charge straight ahead without any further instructions, a move that seemed utterly reckless!
A single misstep could result in the destruction of Liang Yu's car and potential loss of life!
Lee Zhan opened his mouth to speak but ultimately remained silent.
He had previously doubted Lin Dong's advice, which led to Liang Yu being overtaken by a McLaren and nearly crashing through the barrier.
After witnessing Lin Dong's successful prediction, Lee Zhan's trust in him was now unshakeable!
Since Lin Dong was confident they could overtake, Lee Zhan chose to believe as well!
"Wuwuwuwu..."
A series of sound waves burst forth from the Ferrari's exhaust, as the darkness enveloped them and the car's speed surged.
Liang Yu floored the accelerator.
Wang Tiancheng had played dirty, nearly costing him his life. Liang Yu was seething with anger and determined to win to release his pent-up fury!
In this moment, his faith was with Lin Dong, and nothing else mattered!
As the car's speed exploded, the Ferrari shot forward like an arrow, quickly pulling ahead of the McLaren GMT.
Wang Tiancheng was taken aback.
He saw the Ferrari streaking like a comet toward the curve, on the verge of flying off the track any second!
Watching this, he couldn't help but sneer, "Damn! You're going to crash at that speed!"
Liang Yu's eyes were wide open, fixated on the path ahead, nearly grazing the guardrail, with the car threatening to take flight!
Just then, Lin Dong's voice came through: "Pull the handbrake, turn the wheel left twice, and hit the gas!"
His voice was both rapid and urgent!
Liang Yu's mind went blank, and on pure instinct, he yanked the handbrake.
"Creak! Creak! Creak!"
The screeching of the brakes filled the air as Liang Yu swiftly turned the wheel and simultaneously slammed the gas pedal.
The Ferrari sports car unleashed a formidable rotational force, pivoting around its center and swinging towards the other side of the curve.
"Release the handbrake!" Lin Dong commanded once more.
Liang Yu obeyed, letting go of the handbrake.
"Wuwuwu! Wuwuwu!"
A roar of thunderous engines erupted as the Ferrari sports car surged forward, swiftly leaving the McLaren trailing in its wake.
