C230 After Changing into Porsche He Rushed out with a Whoosh!
"Wang Tiancheng, you've really lost all sense of shame!"
"Pathetic, resorting to dirty tricks after a loss!"
"Dong, don't bother racing against Wang Tiancheng!"
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Liang Yu and the rest of the team members shouted in disdain at Wang Tiancheng.
But Wang Tiancheng was unfazed.
Verbal contempt was nothing compared to the humiliation of kneeling and calling someone 'Dad'!
He glanced over at Lin Dong, and a look of glee involuntarily spread across his face.
That fool Lin Dong had actually agreed not to drive the Pagani Huayran!
As long as Lin Dong stayed away from the Pagani Huayran, with his heavily modified McLaren GMT sports car, he was sure to crush Lin Dong!
Then, he would turn the tables and have Lin Dong bowing and calling him 'Dad'!
"Lin Dong, get ready. Don't say I didn't give you a choice," Wang Tiancheng said, laughing heartily.
"No need to get ready. Lee Zhan, hand over your car to me," Lin Dong replied.
"But my car is a Porsche 911. It's no match for a McLaren, Dong!" Lee Zhan whispered, leaning in.
Among their vehicles, Liang Yu's Ferrari was the top pick, followed by Lee Zhan's Porsche 911.
Even Liang Yu couldn't beat Wang Tiancheng's McLaren GMT sports car, let alone the Porsche 911.
"It's fine, just give me the keys," Lin Dong said, reaching out his hand.
With a reluctant grimace, Lee Zhan handed over the keys.
Lin Dong proceeded to the car.
Liang Yu and the rest of the team members wanted to speak, but Lin Dong had already settled into the driver's seat.
He quickly got the hang of the car, fired up the engine, and drove to the starting line.
Wang Tiancheng had also arrived at the starting line in his McLaren GMT, ready and waiting.
"Hey Lin Dong, I'll let you take the lead! Haha!" Wang Tiancheng called out, laughing uproariously through the open window.
The moment he saw Lin Dong in the Porsche, he knew victory was in the bag.
The Porsche was a notch below the Ferrari, and it stood no chance against his McLaren. Confident of his win, he offered to let Lin Dong start first, feigning magnanimity.
Lin Dong rolled down his window and glanced over, saying, "No need. Just remember the wager you promised."
Wang Tiancheng's expression immediately turned sour.
The wager was to make him kneel, apologize, and call out 'Dad'!
It was the most irksome thing to him. He had initially considered giving Lin Dong a break, but now he had abandoned the idea. He was determined to use his heavily modified sports car to crush Lin Dong!
Swoosh!
The flag was waved and dropped.
Wang Tiancheng floored the accelerator and shot off.
Lin Dong, driving the Porsche 911, started off a bit slower before catching up.
But Lin Dong remained unfazed.
He knew that his sports car didn't have the speed or explosive power of the McLaren GMT. On the straightaway, all he needed to do was drive steadily.
Lin Dong's moment would come at the curves!
It was all about skill and mastering the vehicle's mechanics!
Though sports cars aren't professional race cars, the super driving skills Lin Dong had acquired were more than sufficient to cope!
The McLaren GMT sports car roared fiercely, surging ahead and leaving Lin Dong in the dust.
Glancing in the rearview mirror and seeing the 'belated' Porsche 911, Wang Tiancheng couldn't help but smirk with satisfaction!
Lin Dong was overconfident, daring to challenge him on the track with a second-tier sports car—it was sheer folly!
At the Porsche 911's pace, by the time he completed a lap, he'd probably just be reaching the midpoint.
Victory was assured this time!
Wang Tiancheng let out a cold laugh and eased off the speed.
His car's engine had been heavily modified to boost power, putting a strain on it.
A little relaxation was not only good for the engine but could also extend its lifespan.
After all, a six-million-dollar car wasn't something he could just buy on a whim; it deserved to be well-maintained.
Meanwhile, the Porsche 911 was catching up.
As the McLaren GMT approached the first curve, Wang Tiancheng decelerated to avoid being flung off the track due to excessive speed.
Lin Dong saw the upcoming bend and, as the McLaren GMT slowed, he allowed himself a slight smile before aggressively accelerating. Amidst the engine's thunderous roar, he swiftly closed in on the McLaren.
Without reducing speed, he expertly maneuvered the Porsche 911 through the curve.
Wang Tiancheng's heart skipped a beat at the Porsche's velocity!
He hadn't anticipated Lin Dong's recklessness, accelerating wildly through the curve as if he had a death wish!
Amid his astonishment, Lin Dong, behind the wheel of the Porsche 911, remained composed. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other propping up his chin, he pressed the accelerator and then smoothly applied the brakes.
Whoosh!
With dust billowing, the Porsche 911, like a specter in the breeze, drifted with a tail swing around the bend, skimming close to the guardrail.
Then, with a swift whoosh, it shot forward, racing into the distance and leaving the McLaren GMT trailing far behind.
