Chapter 2096 — A Minor Accident
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It did not take long for Wei Zhao to sense that something was wrong! And in that instant, the truth struck him: there was something off about Zhao Qibing's car. As for the earlier inspections by Old Master Yu and Old Master You, those had been nothing but a smokescreen to hoodwink everyone.
If all the cars had been the same, Wei Zhao would have been confident of victory. But now the cars were not the same. Pitting an ordinary car against a modified one, even a world-class racer like Wei Zhao could not be sure of winning!
"Damn, that's just foul play! How is that even possible?" Han Xiaohu saw Zhao Qibing's car—which Wei Zhao had left languishing in second place—suddenly shoot forward and overtake Wei Zhao, and his mood soured at once. "There's obviously something wrong with Zhao Qibing's car. Have you ever seen a Jetta doing two hundred twenty or thirty and still accelerating? And the acceleration is that fast—the engine has clearly been tampered with!"
"Oh? Old Master Han, your family has an objection?" Old Master Zhao shot Han Xiaohu a chilling glance. "Could it be that you doubt the impartiality of Old Master Yu and Old Master You?"
"Xiaopo... do not speak out of turn!" Han Tianba sighed inwardly. Under the circumstances, he truly could not say anything. Say too much, and he would offend the Yu and You families as well. The Hidden Han Family was already in decline; to hand them another pretext to make trouble would be a loss not worth the gain!
Han Xiaohu understood his grandfather's meaning well enough. He sighed and said no more, though his heart was full of regret. At first, seeing Wei Zhao's superb driving—leading from the very start—he had thought Wei Zhao would win this race without any trouble. But now it seemed that had been a fool's dream.
Soon enough, Wei Zhao, relying on his superb skill, pushed his car to two hundred and ten... two hundred and twenty. Yet he could only watch in helpless frustration as Zhao Qibing's speed crept toward two hundred sixty or seventy. If his own car had not been modified, Wei Zhao's speed was already at its absolute limit!
The official top speed for this model was only one hundred and seventy-five. Wei Zhao was already severely over the limit. Was Zhao Qibing's car an airplane, for heaven's sake?
"Ha ha!" Zhao Qibing watched Wei Zhao's car dwindle smaller and smaller in his rearview mirror, and his heart blossomed with delight. What a fool, he thought. You think being a good fighter makes you a good driver? I'll run you into the ground!
But the straightaway was over. A curve lay ahead, and Zhao Qibing had no choice but to begin slowing down. The turns on this mountain road were no joke. At such speed, one careless moment and he would fly off the edge—even as a Yellow-rank cultivator, he would end up half crippled!
Zhao Qibing was decelerating, but Wei Zhao still held his high speed of two hundred and twenty, continuing to exploit inertia for every last ounce of acceleration!
"Damn, is he insane?" Zhao Qibing watched Wei Zhao's car come charging at him like a madman and cursed under his breath. Yet he dared not accelerate too much. He wanted to win the race, yes—but he valued his life more. If he died, what good would winning do?
Zhao Qibing entered the curve, not daring to be careless, keeping his speed at around one hundred sixty or seventy. Any faster and he feared he would lose control. With his driving skill, this speed was already his limit.
But the very next moment, Zhao Qibing discovered to his horror that Wei Zhao had entered the mountain road at two hundred and thirty! Drifting—drifting straight through the corners, not slowing at all! A few drifts later, Wei Zhao had caught up, and Zhao Qibing's car was already close enough to touch!
"Damn it. Thank goodness it's a straightaway again up ahead, or that lunatic really would have caught me!" Zhao Qibing glanced at the rearview mirror and silently counted himself lucky.