Ning Beichen got into the blue car, and Peta also sat inside his car. Just as the race was about to begin, Liu Yilin suddenly, for some unknown reason, got into Ning Beichen's car, much to the astonishment of her best friend.
She rushed over, trying to drag her out, but Liu Yilin refused to get out.
"Rich woman Liu, are you crazy? Do you know what you're doing? You'll lose your life."
Fang Qing said to her as if she were going mad.
"You don't need to worry about me, I want to be with him."
Liu Yilin said.
"Rich woman Liu, have you been brainwashed by him? No, this is too dangerous. As your friend, I can't let you do this."
Fang Qing insisted on pulling Liu Yilin out of the car.
Because she knew what was going to happen in this race, and she had warned Liu Yilin that her sudden action was like going to die with Ning Beichen.
But Liu Yilin seemed to have made up her mind. With a bang, she closed the car door, shutting Liu Yilin out and refusing to listen to her persuasion.
"Boss, your friend is right. Racing is very dangerous. You should wait for me outside."
Ning Beichen did not want her to take the risk and tried to persuade her from inside the car.
"Shut up. Either we race together, or we leave here."
After saying this, Liu Yilin suddenly felt a sense of relief. Being inside the car, she thought Fang Qing wouldn't let the racing god deal with Ning Beichen anymore.
"Alright then, boss, buckle up."
Ning Beichen stopped trying to persuade her and simply told her to fasten her seatbelt. He was confident he wouldn't let her get hurt, and he didn't take the so-called Asian Racing God seriously at all.
Outside, Fang Qing was almost driven crazy, wondering what had gotten into her best friend. In her eyes, her best friend must have been cursed or brainwashed by Ning Beichen, otherwise she wouldn't have acted this way.
How could this be?
She had to save her best friend from the scoundrel Ning Beichen. So, she also got into the racing god Peta's car.
Peta, on the other hand, was unaware of their dispute, but he was happy to have a beautiful woman accompanying him.
"Racing with a beautiful lady? Heh, interesting. One for each, perfectly fair."
As the gunshot rang out, Peta's car sped off first, taking Fang Qing on a wild ride on the mountain road, cornering without even slowing down, making Fang Qing inside the car feel sick.
Ning Beichen also sped off in his car, no slower than Peta. However, Liu Yilin, sitting in his car, was much better off than Fang Qing, as Peta's car was not as reckless.
The two cars raced along the winding mountain road. Peta, as the Asian Racing God, indeed had superb driving skills, maintaining almost full speed throughout, even drifting through corners.
But before long, he discovered that no matter how he drifted, he couldn't shake off Ning Beichen's car behind him.
Ning Beichen's car stayed close behind, and through his rearview mirror, Peta even noticed that Ning Beichen's cornering technique was even better than his.
He couldn't figure out how Ning Beichen did it. Each time he took a corner, Ning Beichen was two to three seconds faster.
This was a huge psychological blow to Peta, the Asian Racing God.
Someone actually had better cornering skills than him, the Asian Racing God, and that someone was an unknown nobody.
In Peta's mind, such cornering skills were likely only achievable by top European racing gods.
Yet, Ning Beichen was clearly a nobody; he hadn't even heard of his name before today.
"Damn it!"
After taking a corner, Peta saw Ning Beichen's car overtake him. He cursed angrily, gritted his teeth, and stomped on the accelerator, the engine roaring as he vied for speed with Ning Beichen's car.
However, both cars had the same engine power, but Ning Beichen's car was lighter than his specially customized vehicle.
This put Peta at a disadvantage when he thought he had the upper hand. No matter how hard he pressed the accelerator, he couldn't outpace Ning Beichen and was overtaken.
This immediately made Peta, the Asian Racing God, lose face. It wasn't that he couldn't accept losing; he would have accepted defeat to those top European racing gods without complaint. But losing to an unknown person was unacceptable to him.
So, Peta, disregarding the danger, stepped on the accelerator with all his might, trying to overtake Ning Beichen's car.
The two cars were very close, only about twenty to thirty centimeters apart. Peta felt that a slight acceleration would be enough to pass the car ahead.
But this was merely his illusion. This thirty-centimeter gap was like an uncrossable abyss. No matter how hard Peta tried, he couldn't catch up.
Gradually, Fang Qing saw Peta's eyes turn red, as if he had gone mad. He completely disregarded the danger of the mountain road on either side, with only one thought in his mind: to overtake the car in front.
"Peta, Peta, stop! The plan is canceled. I promise you'll get paid."
Fang Qing began to feel scared and keenly sensed that Peta was not right. She quickly shouted from the side.
But Peta ignored her, as if she were invisible, his sole focus being to overtake the car in front. Only by doing so could he prove that he was a genuine Asian Racing God, not an overrated one.
If he lost to this unknown nobody, Peta's reputation would be ruined, and his ambition to compete in Europe would be a pipe dream.
"Peta, stop!"
Fang Qing became increasingly frightened. Peta's condition was like that of a madman, and the car was becoming more unstable. Moreover, there were slopes on either side without guardrails. If he went over, he would go straight to hell, with no chance of survival.
"Shut up!"
Peta turned and snarled fiercely at Ning Beichen like a mad beast, scaring Fang Qing into curling up.
"Peta, calm down, drive properly, okay? Please."
Fang Qing watched the wheels spinning on the edge of the abyss, terrified. But she dared not move because Peta was clearly not in his right mind.
Meanwhile, inside Ning Beichen's car, the scene was one of peace and relaxation.
"Boss, I'm not bragging, but this mountain road is not dangerous at all. You saw it that day when I flew a plane through that mountain crevice; that was dangerous. This is nothing!"
Ning Beichen drove casually, chatting with Liu Yilin inside the car, looking completely unhurried and calm.