For such a competition, these supercar enthusiasts are already familiar with the road.

Clear the area first and move all irrelevant cars to one side to make way for the road.

There are also people guarding the bottom of the mountain to prevent anyone from going up the mountain while the car is racing down the mountain.

Then, a middle-aged man stepped forward and directed five cars to park side by side at the designated location.

The lights gathered together, and the five supercars were of different colors, but the exquisite shells reflected the light, which was so dazzling that it could blind the human eye.

Chen Fan's car is in the middle of the row, and Hantong's Koenigsegg is on the left.

This car is worth over 40 million, which is not at the same level as the Lamborghini Maverick. Its cool and sci-fi body makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

Han Tong gestured at him with his middle finger and said: "Baby face, one hundred seconds!"

Considering the level of professional racing, it only takes about five minutes to go down the mountain to the starting point of Baiyun Avenue. Including the return, if the level is not bad, ten minutes is more than enough.

Han Tong deliberately said that he would beat Chen Fan for a hundred seconds in order to humiliate Chen Fan.

It's not enough to win against Chen Fan, he also needs to win against Mei.

Chen Fan replied calmly with two words, "Childish!"

Han Tong's face suddenly turned ugly.

On the other side of the Lamborghini calf is a white Porsche 918, a multi-million-class sports car, like a ghost, with its motor roaring.

Sitting in the driver's seat was none other than Wei Bingying.

She smiled at Chen Xinger, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and gestured with her little finger.

"Vixen, shameless."

Chen Xing'er didn't want to look at Wei Bingying's beautiful face, so she snorted, rolled up the car window, and said dissatisfied: "Chen Tianjiao, you actually agreed to Wei Bingying's bet. Are you interested in her?"

"Isn't it boring?" Chen Fan shook his head.

"Are you bored or not? You agreed to this kind of bet, but you dare to say that you have no intentions towards Wei Bingying? Are you worthy of Su Yingxue by doing this?"

When it came to Su Yingxue, Chen Fan was silent for a moment.

"Although you are my brother, if you are a scumbag, then I will look down on you!" Chen Xinger said.

Chen Fan said helplessly: "You are overthinking. This kind of woman is not that simple. She said she would spend one night with her but she didn't say what she was going to do. She would only have reasons and excuses. Seriously, you will lose!"

Chen Xinger snorted coldly.

The two of them had fastened their seat belts, and the middle-aged man came over to ask if they were ready.

After receiving affirmative replies from five cars, the middle-aged man took a microphone and shouted: "The peak showdown is about to begin. Everyone, enjoy the speed and passion."

"Let me introduce you to Koenigsegg 01, the king of cars, and the king of Yanping Mountain, Master Han Tong!"

There were screams and cheers.

"Bugatti Veyron, Song Baihua and Song Gongzi, leaders in the Kyoto supercar circle, once toured the country, winning more than they lost!"

There were screams and cheers again.

The middle-aged man continued to introduce, making the atmosphere heated.

The engines of the five cars were roaring and roaring, the sound was deafening.

In the warm atmosphere, Chen Xing'er said: "Chen Tianjiao, where have you raced before?"

She was still a little worried. Even though she absolutely believed Chen Fan intellectually, she was still a little nervous when it came to the end.

"There are many places, including the streets of Monaco, Le Mans, the Polis Oval, and the Nürburgring. I have been to all these places."

Chen Fan said casually.

"What the hell?" Chen Xinger was stunned.

Chen Fan smiled and said: "Just some of the more famous tracks!"

He said it casually, but in fact these four places are not casual at all.

These are the four most famous and difficult circuits in the world. Any professional racing driver regards conquering these four circuits as the highest honor.

Each of the four tracks has an alias, namely Death Track, Disaster Track, Ghost Track, and Hell Track.

If you can win the championship on any of these tracks, you will become recognized as the top racing driver.

Winning championships on all four tracks is a feat that only one British man has accomplished.

Of course, Chen Fan is an exception.

He is the Lord of the Dark Night. If he wins the championship on such a track, no one will know his real name.

After the middle-aged man's introduction, the atmosphere was ignited to the extreme.

A tall, fiery woman walked excitedly to five cars and waved her arms to indicate that the game was about to begin.

She pulled out her underwear and threw it into the sky.

Boom boom boom!

Amidst the roar of the motor, five cars drove out one after another.

The bright yellow shadow running at the front was none other than Hantong's Koenigsegg. It galloped past the girl, causing a gust of wind to lift up her skirt.

Screams came and went, drowning the top of the mountain.

Chen Fan stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, but the acceleration was still relatively average. When he passed the girl, he was already at the bottom.

The four cars in front were as fast as lightning. They drove down the slope and tried to seize the track. As a result, there were two cars in front and two cars behind.

Hantong's Koenigsegg and Wei Bingying's Porsche seized the track, drove through the curved road, and quickly rushed towards the first corner.

"Quick, quick!"

Chen Xinger urged.

Chen Fan stepped on the accelerator to the end, but could not keep up with the Pagani and Ferrari Enzo in front.

In this way, the performance gap of supercars is reflected. The Lamborghini Maverick is a bit worse than the previous four supercars.

The difference between entry-level and senior-level.

In terms of speed, every second slower means one vehicle body slower.

"Don't worry, sit down!"

Chen Fan smiled and spoke.

When he reached the first corner, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, turned the steering wheel, flipped the gear selector, and lightly pressed on the clutch.

The speed of the car did not slow down, but the car body moved rapidly, drifted and turned around the corner.

Chen Xing'er grasped the handle tightly, sweating on her palms, and said, "Aren't you turning the corner too fast?"

Chen Fan said: "Remember, if you want to play this kind of racing car in the future, don't drive this car again. Of course, it's best not to do this!"

Racing is too dangerous an activity and he doesn't want Chen Xing'er to participate.

Chen Xing'er said: "I know, I actually don't like racing. I've only been here once before. If you hadn't said you could win, I wouldn't have let you agree to compete with Han Tong."

In this regard, she is very well-behaved.

Chen Fan hummed and drove towards the second corner.

The white Ferrari Enzo in front is turning the second corner.

Chen Fan's speed did not slow down and he rushed straight over, sticking to the inside of the curve.

The person driving the Ferrari Enzo was none other than Zheng Qingmo.

Seeing Chen Fan approaching through the reflector, he sneered.

After turning the corner, he drove the car in the middle of the road, blocking the road ahead and leaving no room for Chen Fan to overtake.

"Damn Zheng Qingmo!"

After driving through the curve, Chen Xinger cursed when she saw this scene.

Chen Fan didn't care, however, and kept a car-body distance behind him, following the Ferrari Enzo.

The Ferrari Enzo continued to accelerate after the turn, and Chen Fan's Lamborghini could only barely keep up.

But now we have reached the third bend.

Ferrari Enzo slows down again.

At this moment, Zheng Qingmo heard the roar of the motor coming from outside the car window.

The yellow Lamborghini did not slow down and overtook the car like an arrow.

When it passed a car body, it flicked sideways neatly, leaving Zheng Qingmo, who was decelerating to turn, with a taillight on his car and drove away.

"What the hell..."

Zheng Qingmo was stunned and spat out a few words.

His female companion in the passenger seat yelled, "He turns corners so fast!"

Zheng Qing's ink face is a bit dark.

He had a car bet with Chen Fan. If he lost to Chen Fan, his Ferrari Enzo would belong to Chen Fan.
Chapter completed!