Seeing Wang Bingxia's angry expression, Ling Tian quickly asked, "Bingxia, who is this annoying guy?"
"Wang Zixuan, the son of my second uncle, Wang Qinghai!"
After Wang Bingxia's introduction, Ling Tian learned that this Wang Zixuan was the eldest son of the Wang family's second son, Wang Qinghai.
Although he wasn't as dissolute as Wang Tianlong, he was still an arrogant fool.
When they were children, this guy bullied Wang Bingxia by relying on his strength. Later, when the old man found out, he disciplined him severely.
As a result, for a long time, Wang Zixuan avoided Wang Bingxia whenever he saw her.
But now, the Wang family had split up, and in the process, the second son, Wang Qinghai, had become the biggest winner.
Now, Wang Zixuan's family held more than fifty percent of the shares in Baijin Real Estate and Baijin Home Appliances, the golden geese of the family.
Wang Bingxia's family, on the other hand, only took over several money-losing enterprises like Baijin Pharmaceutical.
This immediately made Wang Qinghai's family flourish, and Wang Zixuan felt he could now face Wang Bingxia with his chest puffed out.
And today, as he was leaving the Wang family village with a female companion, he saw Wang Bingxia's car ahead.
He had always been extremely sarcastic about Wang Bingxia's car, and this time he drove forward to mock her, which infuriated Wang Bingxia.
The matter wasn't over yet. A few hundred meters further down the road, the Maserati ahead actually slowed down. As Ling Tian's car approached, it suddenly slammed on the brakes.
If Ling Tian hadn't reacted quickly and braked, they would have crashed.
At this moment, the Maserati accelerated and sped away. Not only that, but Wang Zixuan also rolled down the window and gave a middle finger!
Ling Tian was a little angry. He understood that family members could have disagreements and bicker, but the behavior just now was playing with Wang Bingxia's safety. This was truly unbearable.
At this time, Wang Bingxia's face had turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Bingxia, do you want to teach him a lesson?"
"Go ahead and do it, Ling Tian. I'll take responsibility for whatever happens!" Wang Bingxia said through gritted teeth.
"Can you handle me driving fast?"
"It's fine!"
"Fasten your seatbelt, hold on to the handrail! Close your eyes if you have to!"
Ling Tian instructed, gripped the steering wheel, and gradually applied pressure to the accelerator. The Wuling Hongguang's speed began to increase slowly.
This was neither a luxury car nor a sports car, so simply flooring the accelerator wouldn't achieve the maximum speed. It required a gradual process to build up speed.
In the Maserati ahead, Wang Zixuan was driving with a cigarette in his mouth, chatting and laughing with the woman in the passenger seat.
This wasn't his girlfriend; he changed women every two or three days, and she could at most be considered a casual fling.
The entire Jiangzhou was a hilly area, and the Wang family village was located in the mountains. Ahead was a complex and rugged winding mountain road, forcing Wang Zixuan to slow down.
However, at this moment, he saw from the rearview mirror a pink shadow approaching at a very high speed. In almost an instant, the pink shadow overtook the Maserati and occupied their lane.
Only then did Wang Zixuan realize it was Wang Bingxia's Wuling Hongguang.
At that moment, the Wuling Hongguang's brake lights suddenly lit up, and it braked sharply!
This scared Wang Zixuan half to death. Sports cars had low chassis, so if they rear-ended, their entire cabin would be embedded in the car in front.
So he slammed on the brakes, and the Maserati's tires screeched against the ground, emitting the smell of burning rubber.
But it was all in vain. They watched helplessly as the Maserati rammed towards the tail of the Wuling Hongguang. Wang Zixuan and his female companion let out pig-like screams.
However, just as the front of the Maserati was a few centimeters away from the rear of the Wuling Hongguang, the Wuling Hongguang's brake lights suddenly went out, and the car shot forward.
The Maserati slid for dozens of meters before stopping, its airbags almost deploying.
At this moment, a foul odor filled the car. It turned out that the woman had wet herself out of fear!
"Damn it, you dare to pee in my car, get out!"
Wang Zixuan cursed furiously, berated the woman thoroughly, kicked her out of the car, and then stepped on the accelerator, desperately chasing after the Wuling Hongguang. He wanted to regain his honor!
Wang Bingxia was very happy. She hadn't expected her car to be able to drive so fast.
And Ling Tian's extreme maneuver just now, "returning the favor," was simply brilliant.
If Ling Tian hadn't been driving, she would have thrown all her reservations aside and pounced on him for a kiss.
At this moment, the roar of the engine behind them sounded again. The Maserati, at nearly 200 kilometers per hour, was charging towards them.
Ling Tian sneered.
"Bingxia, hold on tight, I'm going to accelerate!"
And in an instant, the car's speed began to increase, then Ling Tian sharply turned the steering wheel, blocking the Maserati's lane.
This mountain road was only a two-lane road, much like Japan's Akina Mountain, but the slope was much steeper.
Wang Zixuan, afraid of a collision, had to slow down. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Wuling Hongguang's speed increased again.
Wang Zixuan was furious. He was a "little prince of street racing" and often gathered his friends to race with girls. Now, being blocked by this Wuling Hongguang, unable to move forward or backward, how could he tolerate it!
A bend appeared ahead. Wang Zixuan slammed on the accelerator, intending to overtake from the inside lane by utilizing the car's acceleration performance. However, at that moment, the Wuling Hongguang executed a beautiful drift.
"Holy crap, a drift!"
Wang Zixuan was stunned. They street racers weren't unfamiliar with drifting, but it was mostly done on flat ground, in open spaces, just spinning in place.
Drifting on such a mountain road without professional training was suicide.
But he never expected that this Wuling Hongguang, with its high center of gravity, would actually drift on the mountain road.
And the angle of the drift was so perfect that the car even accelerated instantly using the centrifugal force generated by the drift.
This meant that Ling Tian's car not only didn't slow down on the bend but actually sped up!
After turning the corner, Wang Zixuan, unwilling to concede, floored the accelerator. A sports car was a sports car; the straight-line acceleration performance of a top sports car was indeed fierce. It quickly closed the distance between the two cars. At this point, there were several consecutive bends.
The Wuling Hongguang ahead executed a series of clean, precise, and exquisite drifts, widening the gap again.
Back on the straight, Wang Zixuan became desperate. He floored the accelerator, closing in on the car. A large bend appeared ahead. He became desperate and didn't even slow down this time. Even if there was a scrape, he had to overtake!