Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Let the Bullets Fly

"Brother Bin is right, we don't welcome trash that has won dishonorably here, get out!""Get lost quickly, and if you don't, don't blame me for being rude!"

As Ma Wenbin's words echoed, numerous drivers glared at Ye Fan with intense hostility, some even rolled up their sleeves and walked towards Ye Fan.

Seeing the group of racers ready to use force to expel someone, Ye Fan became angry as well, "Dare to say I won dishonorably? Absurd! Ma Wenbin, right? Suspecting me of cheating? Fine! Then I'll battle it out with you. I'll use this AE86, and you can pick any car model from this racetrack!"

"That's more like a man!" Seeing Ye Fan agree, Ma Wenbin was invigorated.

The next second, Ma Wenbin pointed to the expansive racetrack, "Zifeng Mountain is the largest racetrack in Central Plains, it has all sorts of tracks, how do you want to compare with me?"

"Anything goes! I, Ye Fan, never turn down a challenge!" Ye Fan said coldly.

He had clearly defeated Xu Ruoxuan fairly and squarely; who could have expected Ma Wenbin and his group to suspect him of taking a shortcut, winning dishonorably.

Being slandered by Ma Wenbin and the others, Ye Fan naturally wanted to clear his name, otherwise, where would he put his face if word got out?

"Very well!"

Upon hearing Ye Fan's words, Ma Wenbin scoffed, pointing to Zifeng Mountain, "Since you don't admit to cheating, that means you must also be an expert! Since it's a competition between experts, we naturally need to choose a more thrilling track. How about the Zifeng Mountain track?"

"Fine!" Ye Fan did not refuse.

He glanced over and saw that from his feet to the foot of Zifeng Mountain was roughly a one to two-thousand-meter straight distance, and after reaching the base of Zifeng Mountain, the rest was essentially all bends, requiring solid drifting skills.

Otherwise, a rollover could happen, causing the car to tumble down the mountainside, leading to total destruction and possible death.

"Ma Wenbin, isn't that a bit of bullying?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Ruoxuan turned to Ye Fan, "Mr. Ye, drifting is Ma Wenbin's strength; he is the Central Plains Racing God, famous throughout the country, and he has also ranked highly in many international drifting competitions! Facing such an expert as Ma Wenbin, Mr. Ye should play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses!"

"I appreciate Miss Xu's concern! But when it comes to racing, that's my strength; there's no question of straight lines or curves!" Ye Fan said seriously.

"Outrageous!"

"Arrogant!"

When Ye Fan finished speaking, the crowd of racers on the scene began to mock him.

In their eyes, there was no such thing as a perfect racer. Even the world's number one might have their weaknesses, and Ye Fan's claim that both straight lines and curves were his strength was bound to provoke collective disdain from these professional drivers.

Xu Ruoxuan frowned and spoke again, "Mr. Ye, are you sure you want to race on Zifeng Mountain's track?"

"Absolutely, the more challenging it is, the more exciting it gets!" Ye Fan said with a light smile.

Seeing that Ye Fan had no plans to change the track, Xu Ruoxuan could only respect his wishes. She was curious about how confident Ye Fan was in contending with an expert like Ma Wenbin.

Was he fully assured, or just feigning composure?

Ma Wenbin laughed mockingly, "Brave! Somebody, bring over my Lamborghini Veneno!"

"What? Brother Bin, you're bringing out the Lamborghini Veneno?"

Hearing Ma Wenbin's words, many racers on the scene were greatly surprised.

Others might not be aware, but these professional drivers understood very well that Ma Wenbin had more than a dozen racing cars, but his signature ride was the Lamborghini Veneno.

Usually, during training at Zifeng Mountain Racetrack, Ma Wenbin rarely deployed the Lamborghini Veneno. It surprised everyone that, to deal with Ye Fan, Ma Wenbin was willing to bring out the Lamborghini Veneno, which was quite shocking.

Ma Wenbin haughtily commanded, "Exactly, bring the car here!"

His decision to bring out his signature ride was because Xu Ruoxuan was present; Ma Wenbin wanted to go all out in front of her to win her favor.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, a black Lamborghini Veneno slowly came into view.

"Nice car!" Ye Fan's eyes brightened up.

Ma Wenbin said with a playful tone, "I won't talk about the rareness of the Lamborghini Veneno worldwide. To get this car, I spent well over a hundred million; after customization and setup, it cost me nearly one hundred and fifty million. In my hands, this Lamborghini Veneno has always been unbeatable!"

"The car is good, but whether it's unbeatable is yet to be known!" Ye Fan quipped with a smile.

Ye Fan was familiar with this car; the Lamborghini Veneno was a limited edition supercar unveiled by Lamborghini at the 2013 Geneva Motor Show, extremely limited in production with only about nine in the world, capable of reaching a top speed of 354 km/h!

Just from the price point, it was far superior to Xu Ruoxuan's Ferrari LaFerrari, and from what Ye Fan could see, the performance of the Lamborghini Veneno in front of him was probably far stronger than that of Xu Ruoxuan's Ferrari LaFerrari.

Ma Wenbin scoffed, "You will pay a severe price for your words. On my home turf, you will end up feeble and powerless!"

With that, Ma Wenbin directly got into the driver's seat of the Lamborghini Veneno.

"Don't be a coward, come on, fight me!" Ma Wenbin said provocatively.

Looking at Ma Wenbin, whose face was full of fighting spirit, Ye Fan turned to Zhuang Jingwen and said, "Sister Jingwen, get out of the car and rest for a while."

Just now, Zhuang Jingwen had been sitting in the passenger seat, and the sprinting process had been somewhat bumpy. The upcoming race required drifting, and if Zhuang Jingwen continued to sit in the passenger seat, it was almost certain that her wounds would split open. Sёarch* The Nôvel(F)ire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"Hmm!"

Seeing Ye Fan about to confront the Central Plains Racing God, Ma Wenbin, Zhuang Jingwen was filled with great interest.

After helping Zhuang Jingwen down from the car, Ye Fan took the driver's seat of the AE86 and slowly moved to the starting line: "We can start now!"

"Xiaozi!"

As Ye Fan arrived at the starting line in the AE86, Ma Wenbin called out.

"Here!" Xiaozi immediately came to the middle of the two cars with the signal pistol.

Then, Xiaozi shouted, "Drivers to your places with both hands on your wheels!"

"3!"

"2!"

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As he said this, Xiaozi's voice elongated: "1!"

Bang!

Accompanied by the fall of "1," the signal pistol in Xiaozi's hand resounded fiercely.

Boom!!!

Under the gaze of many eyes, Ma Wenbin's face was filled with mockery. He pressed his foot heavily on the accelerator, and the Lamborghini Veneno roared like a primeval beast.

Whoosh—

The next second, the Lamborghini Veneno shot out like an arrow.

30 km/h! 70 km/h!

100 km/h!

In just under three seconds, the Lamborghini Veneno's speed had already broken 100 km/h, charging towards Zifeng Mountain like a thunderbolt, stirring up dust all over the racetrack wherever it passed.

Seeing this scene, all the racers of Zifeng Mountain were as if injected with adrenaline, filled with passionate enthusiasm.

"Finally, I see Brother Bin going all out again. The last time I saw him put in all his effort was in the Asian Championships!"

"Yeah! Brother Bin is so strong. He's had no rivals in Central Plains for a long time. Being invincible is truly lonely!"

At this moment, all the racers' eyes were feverishly fixed on the Lamborghini Veneno, their admiration for Ma Wenbin reaching the extreme.

After all, out of so many racers in the country, only a few could represent the nation in battle, and Ma Wenbin was one of them, having won prizes at international races time and again. In their hearts, Ma Wenbin was the perfect idol.

"Kid, you're definitely going to lose!"

Driving the Lamborghini Veneno, Ma Wenbin was full of mockery, seemingly confident that if he gave his all, there was no chance Ye Fan could win.

"Ma Wenbin truly deserves to be the Racing God, he's amazing!"

Xu Ruoxuan murmured to herself, and subconsciously looked towards Ye Fan, only to see him sitting in the AE86's driver's seat, not yet starting the ignition.

"What's going on?" Xu Ruoxuan was suddenly startled.

At this moment, a group of racers also noticed that Ye Fan had yet to start and burst into laughter at the sight.

"Hahaha! Guys, look, this kid hasn't even started the car, he didn't pee his pants in fear, did he?"

"Definitely! Brother Bin's Lamborghini Veneno goes from zero to 100 km/h in 2.8 seconds; in 2.8 seconds, Brother Bin is already over 100 km/h, and this kid probably hasn't even released the handbrake!"

A group of them watched Ye Fan with mocking gazes, as if he was just a rough draft who couldn't hold a candle to Ma Wenbin.

"Ye Fan, hurry up and chase, or you won't be able to catch up!" Zhuang Jingwen urged.

She could tell that Ma Wenbin was not Xu Ruoxuan; his strength was far superior to hers.

"No rush!"

At this moment, Ye Fan watched the Lamborghini Veneno getting further and further away, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted in a devilish smile: "Let the bullets fly for a while!"