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Now, Sito Hai has been left behind, with Xia Mengqi blocking the way behind him. It seems unlikely that he will catch up easily. Mo Ming's tension has eased, although the car is swaying and clearly showing signs of skidding.
Mo Ming doesn't care at all; after all, if Sito Hai catches up, he will die anyway. He might as well take a chance and see if he can escape. Moreover, Mo Ming believes he has a strong fate and won't easily die in a place like this.
"Once we get past the last downhill stretch ahead, we should be able to escape," Mo Ming thought, taking a deep breath. If he doesn't treat the wound on his arm soon, it will become infected.
"Once we are out of Panlong Road, I won't leave Nanhua City. I'll return to Nanhua City via the highway." Mo Ming said expressionlessly, "Tonight's pain, I will make you Sito Hai pay back in full, for sure!"
"This guy clearly has the chance to overtake me; why is he content to stay behind?" He Yunsong noticed that Mo Ming's car was closely following him but showed no signs of wanting to overtake. He felt puzzled.
He Yunsong regarded Mo Ming as a racing opponent, but Mo Ming had no such intention. He only passed Oumengqi to let her block Sito Hai behind him; as for the vehicles ahead, Mo Ming had no desire to overtake them.
As they approached Death Road, Mo Ming was right behind He Yunsong's car. He Yunsong felt his competitive spirit ignite even more and slowed down to provoke Mo Ming.
Bang...
The two cars were already very close together; when He Yunsong slowed down, Mo Ming couldn't react in time and crashed into the rear of He Yunsong's car.
Due to the collision, both cars swayed slightly. He Yunsong's modified vehicle quickly regained stability due to its strong tire grip and pulled away swiftly.
Mo Ming was in trouble; with an existing injury on his arm, He Yunsong's maneuver forced him to exert tremendous effort just to stabilize his car. The sharp pain from his wound made him gasp sharply, and his right hand gripping the steering wheel trembled slightly.
"Damn it! That guy up front did it on purpose!" Mo Ming cursed angrily. The fire of rage ignited within him as he immediately stepped on the gas and chased after He Yunsong. "You better wait for me! If I don't catch up with you, I'll take your surname!"
Men are naturally combative creatures; when provoked by others, they respond according to their abilities. Mo Ming was no exception; He Yunsong's provocation sparked his competitive spirit and immediately inspired thoughts of racing.
"How interesting! I want to see how you can overtake me!"
He Yunsong realized that this tactic was effective; Mo Ming, who had initially fallen behind, began to catch up again.
On the curves, skill comes first. Whoever has better skills can navigate the turns quickly and steadily will naturally be faster than their opponent. Those who lack courage are not suited to be race car drivers because they seek a thrill; it is precisely this thrill that attracts them to racing.
Mo Ming belonged to that confident and reckless type of person, maintaining a high speed while navigating the winding and rocky road. Although the car swayed somewhat, he managed to pass through safely.
Before long, Mo Ming was once again closely tailing He Yunsong. If He Yunsong thought he could use the same tactics as before against Mo Ming, he was gravely mistaken. Mo Ming was always alert to He Yunsong's movements; as soon as he dared to slow down, it would be unfortunate for him—Mo Ming would easily evade his car and race ahead.
However, He Yunsong had no intention of resorting to such underhanded methods. His previous actions were merely to provoke Mo Ming's racing instincts. Now that his goal had been achieved, there was no need for such tactics.
The winding road was nearing its end, and both cars were moving in perfect sync in terms of speed and drifting angles. No matter how skilled they were, the difference in their vehicles could not be compensated for. Mo Ming could only stay close to He Yunsong's car without any extra power to overtake.
"Up ahead is the best lightning-shaped curve; your last chance lies there. If you seize it well, you still have a chance to catch up. But once you pass that curve, you won't be able to surpass me. I'm sorry, but then you will have no opportunity left," He Yunsong said with a hint of a victorious smile.
He Yunsong was not wrong; the final "9" shaped downhill on Panlong Road had no guardrails and was prone to accidents. Moreover, that road could only accommodate one car at a time—whoever led from behind would be first.
"Give up! Even if you have racing instincts, what good will it do? You can never surpass me!" He Yunsong exuded confidence as he skillfully maneuvered his car into the final drift.
Mo Ming, closely following behind despite enduring pain, also executed a drift. However, it seemed that the outcome had already been decided; He Yunsong remained in the lead with Mo Ming right on his tail.
"Heh, you're strong. I truly admire you, He Yunsong," he said. "But the difference in our vehicles is something you cannot compensate for." Although He Yunsong maintained his lead and even an advantage for victory, he felt a sense of respect for Mo Ming who was tightly trailing behind him.
Tonight was destined to be He Yunsong's most intense and serious race, one he would find unforgettable...
"What!" He Yunsong noticed some movement behind him and was momentarily stunned.
After bursting out of Death Road, Mo Ming did not concede defeat; instead, he pressed down on the accelerator and raced alongside He Yunsong through the curve. Indeed, He Yunsong could see Mo Ming's face and that unruly smile. Just like that, as they exited the turn, Mo Ming surged ahead.
"How is this possible! Is he really reckless enough to drive so close to the cliff while turning?" He Yunsong's eyes widened in disbelief as images of what had just happened flashed through his mind. "Isn't he afraid his car will lose balance and fall off the cliff?"
Everything happened too suddenly. As they approached the tightest turn that could only fit one car, Mo Ming took advantage of the guardrail-less road by veering half of his car off the track and skillfully used the narrow space to overtake He Yunsong.
If this is luck, it is better described as driving skill, a kind of arrogant and unrestrained driving skill.
Regarding the victory he achieved, Mo Ming did not feel much joy; his expression remained unchanged, and the depths of his eyes showed no signs of emotion. After speeding down the slope, he chose to race towards the highway leading to Nanhua City.
He Yunsong reached the fork in the road and blocked the intersection with his vehicle. Leaning against the car, he lit a cigarette and took a puff, a hint of amusement in his heart as he muttered to himself, "Well, since you've won in the end, I'll give you a gift; I've stopped Sito Hai for you."
Soon after, Oumengqi arrived, got out of the car, and walked over.
"Who won in the end?"
He Yunsong took a drag from his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, smiling wryly as he said, "I lost, lost on the final turn."
"What!" Oumengqi seemed a bit shocked, raising an eyebrow as she asked, "The final turn you mentioned—don't tell me it's that turn entering 'One-Line Sky' downhill. I can't believe it."
"Heh, then I guess I'll just have to kill you," He Yunsong joked.
"Impossible!" Oumengqi still found it hard to believe. After all, no one had ever dared to attempt overtaking an opponent on that turn because it meant death.
Vroom... Vroom...
At that moment, Sito Hai finally caught up from behind. Seeing two cars blocking the way ahead, he couldn't help but feel angry and reluctantly stopped his car. Upon recognizing the driver who was blocking him, his anger flared even more.
"Damn it," Sito Hai cursed as he walked over. "He Yunsong, you bastard! Why are you blocking the road? Hurry up and move your woman out of the way; I’m not in the mood to play with you tonight."
"Sito Hai, watch your mouth. Panlong Road is my territory. Although we are both part of the Little Green Society's branch, if you piss me off, I can take you down too!" He Yunsong shot back at Sito Hai while blowing out smoke with a grin.
"Oh? Yun Song has become quite bold lately; your tone has changed too. Hmph! When I was making my way up in this world, I didn’t even know where you were drinking milk. Are you threatening me?" Sito Hai's expression turned angry as he stepped closer to He Yunsong and grabbed his collar.
"Sito Hai, are you crazy?" Oumengqi scolded.
Sito Hai turned around and angrily shouted, "This is none of your business. If you keep talking, I'll have my little brothers deal with you!"
He Yunsong glanced down at Sito Hai's hand gripping his collar, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips. He gently brushed Sito Hai's hand aside and straightened his collar, saying, "Speak more politely. Back then, Big Brother Hai was really impressive. I owe it to you that I've come this far, so I really should thank you!"
He emphasized the word "thank" with a different meaning.
"Are you declaring war on me?" Sito Hai narrowed his eyes and coldly replied, "If we weren't all part of the Little Green Society in the end, do you think I would let you off easily? Tell me, are you declaring war now?"
"Yes!" He Yunsong's expression turned furious as he pointed at Sito Hai and said, "If we weren't all part of the Little Green Society in the end, I would have killed you long ago. Sito Hai, the things you did back then haunt me every night; I wish I could kill you. I'm holding back every day—do you want to try that kind of pain?"
"Calm down, calm down! Don't be so agitated!" Sito Hai recalled the events of that time and immediately smiled. "I wouldn't have remembered to tell you if you hadn't brought it up. That night was truly exhilarating—ha ha..."
"Fuck you!" He Yunsong was instantly enraged and was about to confront Sito Hai, but Oumengqi stopped him and said, "Don't act impulsively; he's trying to provoke you into making a move so he can have a reason. Calm down!"
Hearing this, He Yunsong regained his composure and relaxed slightly, a hint of disdain appearing on his face as he said, "One day, you'll pay for what you've done."
"You meddlesome fool! It was about to start anyway," Sito Hai said with a teasing smile. "Idiot, I'm not going to play with you anymore. After a long day, it's time to rest. No matter whether you know that kid or not, tell him it's best if he doesn't come back to Nanhua City; otherwise, I'll make sure he ends up in pieces!"
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