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Lin Dong cruised back to the starting point in his Pagani Huayran, with a McLaren trailing behind, arriving shortly after. Though the gap between them was less than five seconds, in the world of sports cars, that margin was significant. The outcome was clear!

Lin Dong swung open the car door to be greeted by Liang Yu, his head wrapped in bandages, and Lee Zhan, along with the rest of the team, who were ecstatic. They crowded around Lin Dong, cheering loudly.

"Dong has won!"

"Incredible! Dong V587!"

"Wang Tiancheng should be bowing down now, haha!"

"Dong, you're my hero!"

Lin Dong listened to the cheers with a smile, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. The race had been a breeze for him; he hadn't felt a hint of stress. Meanwhile, silence hung over Wang Tiancheng's team.

Wang Tiancheng emerged from his car with a dark scowl. He had been thoroughly outclassed by Lin Dong, unable to mount any defense—a severe blow to his ego.

Lin Dong glanced over at Wang Tiancheng, hands casually in his pockets, and said with an easy smile, "Wang Tiancheng, you've lost. Time to honor the bet."

"Exactly, Wang Tiancheng. Didn't you say that if Dong beat you, you'd come over here, bow three times, and apologize?" Liang Yu chimed in, his mood visibly lifted. He had nearly had an accident on the track due to Wang Tiancheng's antics, and his car had suffered damage that almost cost him the race. Initially furious, Liang Yu was now delighted by Lin Dong's victory and the prospect of Wang Tiancheng making amends as promised.

Liang Yu eagerly anticipated the sight of Wang Tiancheng bowing and apologizing. Lee Zhan joined in the teasing with a grin, "Wang Tiancheng, come on, time to bow!"

"Kowtow!"

"Kowtow!"

"Kowtow!"

The chants rose from Liang Yu's team, egging on the scene. Wang Tiancheng's face flickered between anger and resignation. Clenching his fists, he turned to Lin Dong and declared defiantly, "I'm not convinced! You're driving a high-performance Pagani Huayran, which is hardly fair! Let's see you race me without it if you dare!"

"Seriously, Wang Tiancheng, have you no shame? Cheating, really?"

"You were just racing me with your souped-up McLaren. How is that fair?"

"Exactly! That's just despicable!"

"Garbage, cut the crap!"

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Liang Yu and Lee Zhan followed behind Lin Dong, loudly jeering and scoffing at Wang Tiancheng.

Even Wang Tiancheng's own team members couldn't help but glance at their leader in disbelief. Wang Tiancheng stooping to such low tactics was utterly disgraceful!

Wang Tiancheng's face flushed with embarrassment.

He was well aware that his recent behavior was childish and had tarnished his reputation.

But if he didn't make those claims, he'd have to bow down and apologize to Liang Yu, even calling him "Dad"!

Wang Tiancheng's family ran a real estate business, and he was well-respected among the wealthy heirs. If he actually bowed to Liang Yu, he'd never live it down in his social circles!

He looked up at Lin Dong and declared, "Let's race again. If I lose this time, I'll accept it gracefully!"

"Hey, since you've thrown decency to the wind, I'm surprised, but if you're still not satisfied, I'll agree to another race. This time, I'll make sure you're thoroughly convinced," Lin Dong said, his hand in his pocket and a resigned tone in his voice.

At this announcement, Liang Yu, Lee Zhan, and the others were taken aback.

Lin Dong had clearly won the race, and now they were going for another round without the Pagani Huayra. What could possibly match up to the modified McLaren GMT?

Wang Tiancheng's face, however, lit up with hope.

Fearing Lin Dong might change his mind, he quickly shouted, "You have my word! Let's race again, Lin Dong. But let's get one thing straight – you can't use the Pagani Huayra, or you'll be the loser!"