Chapter 2 - Fantastic

"Begin!"

As the cheers and screams of the crowd filled the air, the two cars shot forward like lightning.

When they drove out of sight, people ran to the electronic screens to watch them through the drone’s camera.

"Older brother Feng's starting speed was too fast!"

"Of course. Those two cars are not even on the same level."

After all, older brother Feng has the strength of a professional. But as for Zhang Han, he hasn't touched a sportscar in five years, right?

On the screen, Liu Feng's Ferrari was ten meters ahead after five seconds. Do not underestimate these ten meters.

In the first half of the winding road, each car power drifted through, one after the other. As far as the mountain top, one could hear the sound of tires squealing.

"Liu Feng is worthy of being the Car King of Los Angeles. He has his own unique understanding and talent.”

A bald middle-aged man in his middle age was engrossed in a discussion. He was a professional sports car commentator. As he was talking, he suddenly exclaimed in surprise:

"Huh? Who would have thought that Zhang Han's drifting was much better than Liu Feng's? He really has the ability to shine!"

From the camera, the speed and precision of the blue Ford Mustang was smoother than Ferrari's.

Gradually, the distance between the two cars grew closer and closer. Seeing that the Mustang was about to overtake him, the Ferrari began to sway from side to side.

This also slowed down the progress of the Mustang.

"Yes, Liu Feng's skill is not bad. It's just that he will have to pay attention to the following long bend. If he is not careful, he will get overtaken," said the bald man as he stared at the screen.

The two cars followed one after the other into the long bend in the road. As they moved about, Liu Feng positioned his car so as to not allow Zhang Han's car to pass by.

After seeing this, the bald man praised, "Not bad, not bad. This move is very impressive."

"That's right, after all, he's my older brother Feng!"

"How can that beggar Zhang Han be a match for the older brother Feng?"

"What a loser!"

"Next is a straight stretch of track, after which, they will reach the last and most difficult part of the road on Mount Lang Xing… it has nine curves and eighteen turns… some call it the Nine Turn Passage." The bald man stroked his chin as he spoke.

Sure enough, the two cars entered the straight runway and sped forward at full speed.

At this moment, a devious smile flashed across the eyes of the fat man who was standing in the corner.

At the same time, inside the Mustang, Zhang Han's mouth had a similar smile.

"Ah, so the brake system is malfunctioning?"

In his previous life, he had been seriously injured while overturning the car at the bend of the road. All because he couldn't slow down. The reason for this was his brother, Dong Hu.

A few years before that, Dong Hu was a drifter with bad luck who followed Zhang Han. Although Zhang Han was young, he was still very kind to his little brother. And with his help, Dong Hu had managed to get a few jobs. He ran a used car shop and had car houses in the Shang Jing. He had saved over five million yuan. His life was very comfortable.

But five years ago, when Zhang Han was kicked out of the family, Dong Hu did not help him at all. He wouldn’t even talk to him. It was only a few days ago that he had contacted Zhang Han out of the blue. And this was the car he gave him.

"Luckily... I don't even need to slow down!"

Zhang Han laughed and drove even faster.

Normally, it would be difficult to drift without a brake, but there are no absolutes in this world. Zhang Han's power could break this shackle.

At this time, Liu Feng kept positioning his car to Zhang Han's right until they reached the eighteen entrances of the Nine Turn Passage.

"You found that you can't slow down?"

Liu Feng sneered, looking at the Mustang as it passed him. His eyes held a trace of anticipation for the destruction of the car.

On the other end, the people watching on the screen gasped in shock!

"He's not slowing down? Does he not want to live? If you are not careful, you will fall off a cliff!" The bald man frowned.

"Damn, Zhang Han’s being too reckless."

"I think he really has a death wish!"

"If he died early, then so be it. No one would miss him."

In the back, the cute girl at Dong Hu's feet, could only see the legs of the many people in front of her, but after hearing everyone ridicule Zhang Han, she started to cry.

"Daddy…!"

"Shut up! Stop crying or I'll hit you!" Dong Hu glared and bellowed.

How could a three or four-year-old little girl understand this? She cried even louder after being frightened by Dong Hu.

Dong Hu's face was filled with anger. He raised his hand wanting to hit the little girl, but seeing that many people were looking at him with shock, Dong Hu retracted his hand, rubbed her hair, and laughed awkwardly.

"What a cute girl."

When a twenty-year-old woman saw the crying little girl, she couldn't help but run over to console her.

"What!? What am I watching!?" At the front of the crowd, a cry of disbelief came from the bald man's mouth.

The Mustang didn't slow down at all as it charged straight into the nine corners and the eighteen bends! The first curve was a semicircle, and the Mustang turned and crossed it with a perfectly weighted drift, not slowing down as it entered the second curve.

The second curve was ninety degrees, and the third curve was even sharper . Because the two curves were very close together, it was very difficult for any racer to go through them at high speeds.

Yet, in front of everyone's eyes, the Mustang was still moving fast. It squealed through the second bend and entered the third.

"It's over! This speed is too much. He won’t be able to stop at all! " The bald man sighed, pity in his eyes.

However, the scene that happened in the next moment made him widen his eyes.

He saw the Ford Mustang spin 360 degrees before it reached the third turn.

The car entered the turn, crossed the conical bend and had already started moving towards the fourth turn!

"My, my god!" The bald man’s eyes widened.

"What kind of driving is this? Three turns and 360 degrees, how did he … "

"He's the first one to step into the Nine Turn Passage and not slow down!"

"Zhang Han, he …wants to become a legend of Mount Lang Xing? "

Everyone was dumbstruck. They watched in amazement as the Mustang took beautiful turns, maintaining its full speed through all nine curves.

After turning a corner, the Ford Mustang was like a wild beast, quickly moving forward.

Meanwhile, Liu Feng's Ferrari was like a snail and was only then making its way past the fourth bend.

A few minutes later, with a violent rumble, the Mustang pulled past the finish line, still at full speed. Spinning 360 degrees, it stopped, facing the crowd.

Zhang Han got out off the car and leaned against the door. His clothes were still sloppy and his hair was still messy.

"7 minutes and 30 seconds?! This is an amazing record, unprecedented." The bald man said in awe, "If he had driven the Ferrari, the time would have been even shorter!"

"Mount Lang Xing's old record is 10 minutes 20 seconds, right? Heavens, Zhang Han is too good! "

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Well, the older brother Feng has lost to him."

Everyone shook their heads and lamented, but Dong Hu's expression was extremely ugly. When he turned his head and saw the little girl, who was crying and calling out, “Daddy,” his expression changed into a smile. Then he picked up the little girl and walked towards Zhang Han.

"As expected of my older brother Han, awesome!"

"Heh, your car is the best. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to win." Zhang Han said with a light laugh.

"Daddy …"

At this time, the little princess in Dong Hu's embrace struggled to break his grip. Her voice was soft and there were still tears hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Zhang Han subconsciously held the Little Princess in his arms, let out a light laugh, and said:

"Beautiful girl, why do you call me daddy?"

But the little girl was tired from crying and standing for so long, so she fell asleep in Zhang Han's arms.

"Is this your daughter?" Zhang Han asked indifferently.

"How could I have such a cute daughter? Haha, older brother Han, isn't she your daughter?" Dong Hu said with a smile.

"How could I have a daughter?"

"Then I don't know. In short, you've brought this little girl here, and she always calls you daddy. Didn't you ask me to take care of her just now? Did you forget?" Dong Hu asked curiously.

My daughter?

Zhang Han's eyes narrowed. A daughter had appeared out of nowhere. What was going on?

Before he could think further about it, Liu Feng's Ferrari crossed the finishing line.

The car stopped and, after a while, the pale Liu Feng got out.

He stared at Zhang Han with shock and resentment. He walked over with large strides.

At this moment, there was complete silence on the stage. Everyone's gaze was fixated on the two men.

"Do you dare to have a rematch with me!?" Liu Feng said as he gnashed his teeth.

"Hehe, I have no interest in wasting my time with a subpar opponent." Zhang Han smiled and said: "Hand over the car keys."

Hearing that, Liu Feng's eyes turned red, his right hand held the car key tightly as he said with hatred: "We'll have a match in a month!"

Judging from his posture, it seemed that he would not let Zhang Han go if he did not agree to this.

"Fine, fine, fine. Give me the car keys." Zhang Han extended his hand.

Liu Feng placed the car keys angrily into Zhang Han's hands, He had just bought this car!

Zhang Han carried the keys to the red Ferrari and put the little princess who was in his arms on the front seat. He started the car and drove for a hundred meters before stopping by the roadside, looking at the side of the road through the rearview mirror.

After the competition ended, the crowd left in small groups.