Ning Beichen found races of this caliber beneath his notice. If not for the ten million wager, he wouldn't have bothered to participate. He didn't look down on the "Asian God of Cars" lightly; even Europe's top drivers wouldn't dare to act presumptuously before him. What was a mere Asian God of Cars to him?
Pita, on the other hand, had no idea that some people in this world couldn't be surpassed simply by effort. While a car was important, to become a God of Cars, one's reflexes and control were paramount. Pita relied too much on his vehicle, failing to prioritize himself. Such individuals rarely reached the pinnacle.
Therefore, Ning Beichen didn't even consider him a rival. In his eyes, this was merely a game of playing house with a child. If Pita knew how Ning Beichen viewed him, he might have been angered to death on the spot.
"Boss, after I win, I'll treat you to a late-night snack." Ning Beichen declared with great bravado, already claiming the ten million bet. Once the race was over, he'd have his winnings. In reality, he wasn't poor; if they were to compare fortunes, even Liu Yilin couldn't match him. He simply disliked carrying money and found overseas transfers too troublesome.
"Let's talk after you win. By the way, that Pita seems to have ill intentions towards you. You should be careful of him," Liu Yilin reminded Ning Beichen after some thought.
"I know. He's been preparing for a while, but he doesn't have the qualifications to deal with Ning Beichen. Let him at least try to keep up with my car," Ning Beichen said casually, glancing at the rearview mirror. Then, feeling he had played enough, he turned to Liu Yilin and said, "Boss, hold on tight. I'm going to accelerate."
As soon as Ning Beichen finished speaking, Liu Yilin felt a powerful push against her back. The trees outside the car window blurred and whizzed by in reverse. The road ahead was so indistinct that Liu Yilin couldn't even focus on it. Coupled with the poor visibility at night, she had no idea how Ning Beichen managed to navigate such a complex and dimly lit path.
With Ning Beichen's acceleration, he immediately widened the gap between himself and Pita. The distance was no longer a mere twenty or thirty centimeters; it was now several car lengths. Before long, all Pita could see in the darkness ahead were two red taillights in the distance.
"I can't lose. I won't lose. I can't lose to him. I am the Asian God of Cars!" Pita's condition worsened, his eyeballs bloodshot, and he muttered incessantly to himself. His state terrified Fang Qing beside him.
"Pita, calm down. I'm scared..."
"Ah!"
"Pita, I want to get out of the car! I want to get out!"
"Shut up! If you make any more noise, I'll kill you."
Seeing Pita's ferocious expression, as if he intended to kill her, Fang Qing dared not speak again. She deeply regretted getting into the car. Although she didn't understand racing, she could tell which car was faster. The current situation was clear: Pita, the Asian God of Cars, had lost to Ning Beichen.
Even Fang Qing hadn't anticipated this. She had finally found an opportunity to deal with Ning Beichen, only for this Asian God of Cars to be so disappointing. She even suspected he was all hype, unable to defeat an unknown nobody. What kind of Asian God of Cars was that?
But now, Fang Qing didn't dare to make a sound, trembling with fear. Pita had clearly gone mad.
"I don't want to die! I'm still young!" Fang Qing wept, especially thinking about being trapped in this car with a madman. If something happened, she would surely meet a gruesome end.
"Mom, I don't want to die!"
"Rich woman Liu, save me!"
Unfortunately, no matter how much Fang Qing cried out in her heart, it was useless. Pita's actions now determined her fate. However, Pita had been so provoked by Ning Beichen that he had lost all reason, his mind consumed by a single thought: he couldn't lose. He paid no attention to anything else.
Soon, the two cars reached the most dangerous stretch of the mountain road. Ning Beichen navigated it with ease, without even accelerating. Pita, who could normally pass this section easily, wanted to go faster, to overtake Ning Beichen. Recklessly charging forward, his tire hit a small pebble the size of a fist, causing the wheel to swerve. Instantly, the car veered towards the edge of the cliff.
With a deafening crash, half of Pita's car dangled precariously over the cliff edge. Fang Qing, seated inside, was suspended in mid-air, screaming for help.
"Help me!"
"Someone save me, Pita has gone crazy!"
"Who will save me!"
Fang Qing dared not move, tears streaming down her face. The swaying of the seat made her scalp tingle and her soul tremble.
Ning Beichen, driving ahead, and Liu Yilin also heard the commotion. Ning Beichen glanced at the rearview mirror, saw half of Pita's car hanging over the cliff, and a look of disdain crossed his face. He said with utter contempt, "Asian God of Cars? Even a street mechanic drives better."
Ning Beichen had no intention of turning back to rescue them. Pita's life or death had nothing to do with him, especially since they had signed a waiver. Pita had brought this upon himself.
As Ning Beichen finished watching the spectacle and prepared to drive away, Liu Yilin grabbed his hand tightly, pleading urgently, "Ning Beichen, quickly... go back and save them."
"Boss, are you crazy? That guy wanted to deal with me. It's already showing him respect that I didn't kill him myself. And you want me to go back and save him?" Ning Beichen refused, claiming he wasn't a saint, but Ning Yama.
"No, it's not about saving him. My best friend, Fang Qing, is in his car." Liu Yilin told Ning Beichen anxiously.
"Your best friend? The girl who tried to pull you out of the car earlier?" Ning Beichen asked.
"That's her. Her name is Fang Qing, and she's my best friend. She's in Pita's car." Liu Yilin's voice trembled with urgency.
"Alright."
Although unwilling, Ning Beichen reversed the car and got out. However, the situation was perilous. A large portion of the car was already hanging over the cliff. If anyone inside moved, or if the car lost its balance, it would tip over.
"Rich woman Liu, save me, save me! I don't want to die! This Pita is crazy..." Fang Qing, who had already fallen into despair inside the car, saw Liu Yilin and Ning Beichen return and cried out loudly with excitement. However, her sudden agitation caused the car to shake violently.