Ultimate Supreme Soldier King

The Maserati and the CC pulled up side by side on the starting line.

"What? Am I seeing this right? A crappy CC is going to race with a Maserati?"

"Yeah, and he's even racing against Hu, who's known as the Car God of Jiangdu. That's practically suicide."

"Bro Hu's in luck tonight!"

Lin Shuang'er and He Li, one has the looks, the other has the body.

Put them together, and it's a tough choice.

If one could have both at the same time.

Tsk, tsk, that would be absolutely wonderful.

Everyone looked at Su Chen like a bunch of idiots. Not to mention the vast difference between their cars, Hu's driving skills are there for all to see.

Even if they had the same cars, there are definitely no more than a handful of people who could beat Hu on the underground racing tracks of Jiangdu City.

Using a CC to win against Hu's Maserati?

Even a real professional racer probably couldn't do that!

Seeing that Hu has put up the Maserati he just won for a race, Lin Shuang'er's face also showed a deep look of worry.

"Damn brother-in-law, stinky brother-in-law, if you lose me to that big yellow-teethed guy tonight, I will pluck all your hair out…" Lin Shuang'er fiercely gestured at Su Chen who was already sitting in the CC.

Su Chen immediately understood the gesture and couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

The performance gap between the CC and the Maserati is basically like that of a train to a bicycle. Racing a bicycle with a train? It's just not possible.

Du Fei lost because Hu was driving a Porsche, its gap with the Maserati wasn't that big, and now Lin Shuang'er knew that Du Fei lost to Hu on purpose.

Looking at Su Chen leisurely smoking a cigarette in the CC, Hu shook his head with a teasing smile. Like a young calf unafraid of tigers.

Hum hum!

The race hadn't even started yet, and the Maserati's engine was already emitting a thunderous roar, as if it was taunting Su Chen.

Ready?

A beautiful bikini-clad car model raised the flag in her hand.

GO!

As the flag dropped, the Maserati, like a wild horse that had broken free, shot out incredibly fast.

A luxury car is a luxury car, in just about five seconds, the Maserati had already accelerated to one hundred kilometers per hour.

Then looking towards the CC, it was only starting out slowly.

Everyone shook their heads, truly ignorant of their own limits. The race had just begun, and they were already left behind by seven or eight blocks, there was no comparison at all.

In their eyes, the only way the CC could win against the Maserati was if that crappy CC could somehow grow wings.

"Brother-in-law, hurry up and catch up," Lin Shuang'er was getting anxious as the Maserati was about to disappear from sight.

Although Lin Shuang'er liked street racing, she didn't race herself, so her understanding of cars was very limited.

Seeing Su Chen had already lost at the starting line, she naturally became anxious.

But Su Chen knew that this was a straightaway; even if he were the reincarnation of the Car God, it would be impossible to catch up with the Maserati on a straightaway.

After all, the difference in acceleration over one hundred meters between the CC and the Maserati was too great; it was not something that could be compensated for with skill alone.

However, Su Chen wasn't entirely without a chance. Once on the track, most of it was composed of curves, and no matter how fast the Maserati was, it had to slow down for the turns.

Soon, the Maserati reached the first bend.

Clearly, Zhang Hu's driving skills are quite astonishing, and even on the curves, he hardly slowed down at all. The Maserati executed a beautiful tail flick, drifting into the turn and disappearing from everyone's view.

"Beautiful!"

Many people couldn't help but cheer at the scene.

But at this moment, the CC was still over two hundred meters away from the entrance of the curve.

The difference was clear!

"Baby girl, you might as well just accept and keep our Brother Hu company. If that kid wins, I'll take my head off and let you use it as a stool."

"Yeah, if you follow our Brother Hu, you're guaranteed to live the good life."

"..."

Zhang Hu's henchmen occasionally teased Lin Shuang'er, but that was merely to satisfy their mouths.

After all, their boss hadn't said a word, and no one dared to do anything to Lin Shuang'er.

Lin Shuang'er was so angry she stomped her feet, but what she worried about even more was Su Chen. Although she had never seen Su Chen race, even with her limited knowledge of cars, she understood that the CC's chances of winning against the Maserati were basically zero. Always read at the source—MV@LEMP@YR.

What should I do? Should I call my older sister?

As time went on, Lin Shuang'er became increasingly anxious, but she still resisted the urge to call Lin Xi. However, if Su Chen lost, she would definitely call Lin Xi—she wasn't about to become some Brother Hu's so-called little sister.

This mountain road had a total of eighteen bends and was ten kilometers long. For the Maserati, if it were a straight road, it would take less than five minutes to complete the course.

But due to the large number of sharp turns, even Zhang Hu driving the Maserati would need about eight minutes to finish.

Nonetheless, this was a remarkable achievement, considering that even real racing drivers could only finish within just over six minutes.

Zhang Hu believed that in the small Jiangdu City, there were few people who could reach such a level, let alone when the opponent's vehicle was a Volkswagen CC.

This race, he, Zhang Hu, was bound to win!

Ten seconds after Zhang Hu entered the curve, Su Chen also approached his first curve.

Screech!

The CC didn't decelerate but recklessly blasted into the turn, the powerful centrifugal force causing half of the car's body to lift high up.

"Has this kid gone crazy? He's actually daring to enter the curve without slowing down."

"I thought he was a pro, turns out he's just stupid!"

Everyone was shocked by Su Chen's move, and Lin Shuang'er was extremely anxious, almost digging her fingernails into her flesh.

It is well-known that every car must slow down when entering a curve, and even when drifting through it, the speed must decrease significantly.

Because if not, the strong centrifugal force would flip the car over!

Su Chen's actions were no different from seeking death!

However, just when everyone thought the CC would definitely roll over, it didn't flip completely but instead passed through the bend precariously, balancing on just the two left tires.

"Lucky him, he didn't flip the car, but he won't be that lucky next time."

"If he keeps entering the curves like this, I bet he'll end up at the bottom of the ravine by the third turn!"

"..."

Everyone thought Su Chen was crazy for not slowing down into the curves, only he himself knew he wasn't crazy.

For the CC to beat the Maserati was utterly impossible, let alone when the opponent was a semi-professional racer. The probability of that was even slimmer.

To win, he had to resort to unexpected tactics.

Naturally, this also meant that the risks were incredibly high, such that even world-class drivers would absolutely not dare to do such a thing.

One slight mistake, and it would indeed end in a crash.