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This round was initiated by Lin Feng, so it was Lin Feng's turn first.
Lin Feng smiled encouragingly at Liu Jing and signaled that they could begin.
Liu Jing was clearly not as skilled as Amin, but since she was a racer herself, she wasn't too nervous. Fortunately, the wheel did not come close to Lin Feng's leg.
As for how far the wheel was from his leg, Lin Feng didn't care at all; after all, that data wouldn't be useful later.
Lin Feng didn't rely on proximity to win!
While Lin Feng could be indifferent, everyone else in the room was quite concerned. After testing, the distance was measured at 35 centimeters.
This result was already quite good. Judging by Liu Jing's expression, it seemed to be her first time playing this game. Lin Feng didn't think he would have performed better if he were driving.
It wasn't necessarily related to driving skills. A good driver might not necessarily excel in this game.
Now that the results were out, it was Amin's turn. Despite having Lin Feng's data from earlier, Amin was still nervous; after all, it was her first time too.
Everyone tends to be nervous during their first time, heh heh...
Actually, this involves a question of whether going first or second is advantageous in competitions. It's hard to say; it mainly depends on the individual. However, one thing is certain: those with good psychological qualities are unaffected by order, while those with poor qualities are also unaffected by order.
If everyone loses, what does it matter?
Seeing Amin's awkward demeanor, Lin Feng approached Amin's partner, who was nervously preparing to drive. Although this partner wasn't particularly attractive, at least she wasn't making any annoying gestures. Lin Feng felt she was much better than the previous one.
Even though they were still opponents, Lin Feng thought it was only fair to offer some encouragement. He had just encouraged Liu Jing and now felt it was only right to encourage that girl as well.
Everything is for fairness.
Due to competition rules, no one could touch the racing car or the driver—not even a single hair—so Lin Feng didn't touch the car. Instead, he made a "cheer up" gesture beside the car window and smiled as he walked away.
No one knows what Lin Feng means.
As for whether Lin Feng is doing this for fairness, only Lin Feng himself knows.
Although everyone is surprised by Lin Feng's actions, at this moment, they are all focused on Amin's side, which is currently in the competition. No one would voice their curiosity at this time.
Compared to the curiosity about the outcome of the match, this curiosity seems trivial.
This is also the result Lin Feng wanted. He smiled as he walked towards Liu Jing, who also had no idea why Lin Feng was doing this, and he didn't explain anything to her either.
Everything will soon be revealed.
Amin's partner really has some skills; she quickly adjusted her emotions and steadily started the car.
She must be experienced; no wonder Amin chose her.
However, no matter how experienced she is, she seemed a bit flustered at this moment.
She thought she couldn't stop the car.
No matter how hard she pressed the brake, it had no effect at all.
In the end, she could only watch helplessly as the car uncontrollably headed towards Amin's legs.
She had already turned off the engine, but the damn inertia made her action meaningless.
"Ah..." As the car was about to run over Amin's legs, Liu Jing finally couldn't help but close her eyes.
No matter how capable she was, she was just a girl in her twenties. This is a normal reaction.
Not to mention her; even the crowd waiting for excitement couldn't help but gasp. Lin Feng could be sure that there were several girls on-site who could rival dolphin sounds.
The sound was too sharp, too high-pitched. It was unbearable, but fortunately, the distance was far enough that Lin Feng didn't have to cover his ears.
However, at that moment, it was obviously impossible for Lin Feng to cover his ears; his hands were too busy.
He still had to save someone. Of course, he was occupied.
From the moment Amin's Partner started the car, Lin Feng had been preparing for action.
The gesture he made to Amin's Partner earlier was actually intentional. Although no one could touch Racing and the driver, as long as Lin Feng was close enough with his magic ring, he could disable the car's braking system without even touching it.
It was quite simple; he just needed to pull the connecting wire into the magic ring.
Last time, he had pulled the wire connecting Amin's Racing engine; now he was pulling the wire connecting Amin's Racing brakes. This car of Amin's had certainly seen better days.
Could this be considered reusing an old trick? Lin Feng could confidently tell you that it was indeed so.
There was no shame in this; who said a good strategy could only be used once? Who made that rule?
Finally, Lin Feng managed to snatch Amin, who had forgotten to dodge in his panic under the wheels, and lifted him up with one hand. He held Amin, who was still curled up in fear, for everyone to see the prowess of the racing champion.
The racing champion was also human; he would get hungry if he didn't eat, throw up if he drank too much, and he would also be scared if he were about to die!
As for lifting Amin with one hand, it posed no difficulty for Lin Feng; after all, it was just a few dozen kilograms—lifting him felt like child's play.
At the same time he saved Amin, Lin Feng also casually connected the brake wire back.
With the magic ring, opening a complex lock was a matter of seconds. As long as part of the car was under the absolute control of the magic ring, Lin Feng could instantly disassemble and reassemble that part of the components—not to mention reconnecting a wire.
Don't doubt the power of the magic ring; if it weren't impressive, how could it be called a supernatural ability?
Sure enough, the woman driving didn't disappoint Lin Feng. After drifting for a short distance, she brought the car to a stop.
The final drift was not a display of bravado; it was simply beyond her control.
Everything had come to an end, and everyone let out a sigh of relief, responding with enthusiastic applause and cheers.
This was the true combination of humanity and competition; why make it so bloody?
Liu Jing also opened her eyes and saw Lin Feng holding Amin's tall figure with one hand. She knew that Lin Feng had saved Amin at a critical moment.
At that moment, she felt Lin Feng was truly great, only slightly less so than when he had refused to give up just to avoid lying on the ground. Although she didn't understand why Lin Feng would save Amin, who had almost run him over.
"Hey, kid, it's okay now. Don't be afraid; your brother is here," Lin Feng said softly to the still-dazed Amin. His words were like comforting a child who had just been rescued from drowning.
After saying that, Lin Feng simply tossed him onto the ground, leaving him sprawled there like a dead dog.
The moment the kid hit the ground, it became wet. Why was it wet?
Urinary incontinence, what else could it be?
Lin Feng couldn't help but sigh repeatedly about how close they had come to disaster; otherwise... sigh... the consequences would have been unimaginable!
It turned out that when faced with death, a person's immunity drops sharply, even leading to a loss of control over bodily functions.
Lin Feng had read this somewhere but today he witnessed it firsthand.
Amin realized his embarrassing situation and felt that he might as well be dead; he simply lay on the ground pretending to be unconscious. He wanted to control himself, but at that moment he truly felt weak all over; any attempt at control was merely a thought.
He was willing but unable! He couldn't be blamed for this.
This was also one of the reasons Lin Feng saved him; he wanted Amin to lose all his dignity.
Taking out a Silver Needle from the ring, Lin Feng casually threw it like a dart, accurately piercing it into Amin's body.
The Silver Needle was something Lin Feng planned to buy from Tesla to learn Acupuncture, and he even got a whole set. He hadn't used it yet, and Amin became his first patient.
To be precise, he was the first experimental subject.
As for where the needle was inserted, Lin Feng didn't even see it clearly; it was late at night, who pays attention to a needle? Besides, it didn't matter to Lin Feng where the needle went as long as it was on him.
As soon as the needle was inserted, Amin exclaimed, "Ah, which bastard stuck a needle in my butt?"
It turned out it was indeed stuck in his backside. Lin Feng wasn't doing it on purpose, but Amin was quite lucky; if he hadn't been lying down, Lin Feng didn't know if he would have accidentally hit a more sensitive area in front.
That thought was a bit wicked; he couldn't dwell on it!
Since Amin was already "awake," he felt embarrassed to continue pretending to be unconscious. He got up, his head lowered like an ostrich.
His partner showed some loyalty and came over to support Amin.
"Get away! You think you can bump into me? Screw you!" Amin had no way to deal with Lin Feng but wasn't going to hold back with his woman. He slapped her hard, leaving a bright red mark.
It was unfortunate for her; Lin Feng also thought she was quite unlucky.
Not that she shouldn't have come over at that moment. Knowing Amin and becoming his woman was already an unfortunate situation, wasn't it?
Regardless of whether it was true or not, that was how Lin Feng saw it.
Although she was quite unlucky, Lin Feng felt that since he was there, he should give her some justice. So, he walked over and without hesitation slapped Amin twice across the face. Lin Feng had much more experience than Amin when it came to this; slapping with the palm or fingers hurt much more.
It wasn't about making the other person hurt; it was about his own hand hurting.
If slapping someone made his own hand hurt, that wouldn't be worth it.
Lin Feng originally didn't want to hit him; after all, Amin had lost face. But this fool still thought about hitting a woman. Even someone as impressive as Lin Feng wouldn't hit a woman—how could he think he had the right to do so?
What kind of logic is this?
Believe it or not, Lin Feng is here to tell you why you shouldn't hit women.
It's simple: if the person you want to hit shares the same gender as your mother, then you shouldn't hit them.
Women are truly amazing!
In conclusion, those who hit women are not tough; they are foolish!
Lin Feng's anger towards Amin has once again gained the audience's approval. Initially, Lin Feng wanted to keep a low profile, but things didn't go as planned, and he ended up stealing the spotlight.
To avoid the attention, Lin Feng hid inside a car. The car had good sound insulation, but the girl's distinctive screams were still hard for Lin Feng to bear.
"I am honored to announce that in this competition, Lin Feng has emerged victorious." The referee's voice came through again. Lin Feng was not surprised; it was clear who was superior between the two. Anyone with common sense would know to declare Lin Feng the winner.
The referee's words stirred up a wave of excitement, but Lin Feng was inside the car using Liu Jing's phone to call Liu Jie.
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