For such races, these supercar enthusiasts were naturally accustomed to it.
The area was cleared first, and unrelated cars were moved aside to make way.
People were stationed at the foot of the mountain to prevent anyone from going up while the cars were descending.
Then, a middle-aged man stepped forward to direct, having the five cars line up side by side in their designated positions.
Spotlights converged, and the five supercars, though different in color, had exquisitely beautiful bodies that reflected the light, creating a dazzling and eye-catching spectacle.
Chen Fan's car was in the center, with Han Tong's Koenigsegg to his left.
This car was worth over forty million, in a completely different league from a Lamborghini Huracán. Its cool, sci-fi-like chassis was captivating.
Han Tong gave him a middle finger and said, "Pretty boy, one hundred seconds!"
In terms of professional racing, descending to the starting point of Baiyun Avenue took about five minutes. Including the return trip, a decent performance meant ten minutes was more than enough.
Han Tong deliberately said he would be a hundred seconds slower than Chen Fan to humiliate him. He didn't just want to win; he wanted to win spectacularly.
Chen Fan calmly replied with two words, "Pathetic!"
Han Tong's expression immediately soured.
To the other side of the Lamborghini Huracán was a white Porsche 918, a ten-million-dollar sports car, moving like a phantom with a rumbling engine.
In the driver's seat was none other than Wei Bingying.
She smiled at Chen Xing'er, who was in the passenger seat, and showed her little finger.
"Vixen, shameless."
Chen Xing'er didn't want to look at Wei Bingying's beautiful face. She snorted, rolled up her window, and said with displeasure, "Chen Tianjiao, you actually agreed to Wei Bingying's bet. Are you infatuated with her? Do you have designs on her?"
"Aren't you being silly?" Chen Fan shook his head.
"You're being silly, agreeing to this kind of bet. Dare to say you have no ulterior motives towards Wei Bingying? Can you do this and still be worthy of Su Yingxue?"
Mentioning Su Yingxue, Chen Fan fell silent for a moment.
"Even if you are my brother, if you turn out to be a scumbag, I'll look down on you!" Chen Xing'er said.
Chen Fan said helplessly, "You're overthinking it. A woman like her isn't that simple. She said 'one night' but didn't specify what would happen. There will be plenty of reasons and excuses then. If you take it seriously, you lose!"
Chen Xing'er snorted coldly.
They had already fastened their seatbelts, and the middle-aged man came over to ask if they were ready.
After receiving affirmative answers from all five cars, the middle-aged man, holding a microphone, announced, "The ultimate showdown is about to begin. Ladies and gentlemen, enjoy the speed and passion."
"Allow me to introduce, the Koenigsegg 01, king of cars, the lord of Yanping Mountain, Han Tong, Young Master Han!"
Screams and cheers erupted.
"Bugatti Veyron, Young Master Song Baihua! A top contender in the Beijing supercar circle, he has toured the country extensively, with more wins than losses!"
More screams and cheers.
The middle-aged man continued his introductions, igniting the atmosphere.
The engines of the five cars roared and thundered, a deafening sound.
Amidst the heated atmosphere, Chen Xing'er said, "Chen Tianjiao, where have you raced before?"
She was still somewhat worried. Although she trusted Chen Fan logically, she still felt a bit nervous as the moment approached.
"Many places. The streets of Monaco, Le Mans, the Brickyard, the Nürburgring. I've been to all these places."
Chen Fan said casually.
"What are those?" Chen Xing'er blinked in confusion.
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Just some rather famous racing circuits!"
He said it casually, but in reality, these four places were anything but ordinary.
They were the most famous and most difficult race tracks in the world, and it was the highest honor for any professional racer to conquer them.
Each of the four tracks had a nickname: the Death Track, the Disaster Track, the Ghost Track, and the Hell Track.
Winning a championship on any one of them would make one a recognized top-tier racer.
Winning championships on all four tracks was an extraordinary feat, accomplished by only one Briton.
Of course, Chen Fan was an exception.
He was the Master of the Night, and his true name would not be known even if he won championships on such tracks.
After the middle-aged man's introductions, the atmosphere was at its peak.
A tall, voluptuous woman excitedly walked in front of the five cars, waving her arms to signal the start of the race.
She then pulled off her bra and threw it into the air.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Amidst the roar of engines, the five cars pulled out one after another.
A bright yellow blur, Han Tong's Koenigsegg, was in the lead. It sped past the woman, creating a gust of wind that lifted her skirt.
Screams echoed, drowning out the mountaintop.
Chen Fan floored the accelerator, but his acceleration was somewhat ordinary. As he passed the woman, he was already in last place.
The four car streaks ahead were lightning fast, descending the slope and vying for position, resulting in two cars in front and two behind.
Han Tong's Koenigsegg and Wei Bingying's Porsche seized the track, driving through the curved road and quickly approaching the first corner.
"Faster, faster!"
Chen Xing'er urged.
Chen Fan floored the accelerator but couldn't keep up with the Pagani and Ferrari Enzo ahead.
The difference in performance between these supercars was evident. The Lamborghini Huracán was a notch below the four supercars in front.
It was the difference between entry-level and experienced.
In terms of speed, being a second slower meant losing a car's length.
"Don't worry, hold on tight!"
Chen Fan said with a smile.
Upon reaching the first corner, he floored the accelerator, turned the steering wheel, flicked the shift paddles, and lightly depressed the clutch.
The car's speed did not decrease, but its body moved swiftly, drifting and sliding around the corner.
Chen Xing'er gripped the handrail, her palms sweating. "Your cornering speed is too fast!"
Chen Fan said, "Remember this, if you ever race again, don't drive this car. Of course, it's best if you don't race at all!"
He didn't want Chen Xing'er to participate in the dangerous activity of racing.
Chen Xing'er said, "I understand. I actually don't like racing. I've only been once before. If you hadn't said you could win, I wouldn't have let you agree to the race with Han Tong."
She was very obedient in this regard.
Chen Fan grunted and drove towards the second corner.
Ahead, the white Ferrari Enzo was taking the second corner.
Chen Fan didn't slow down, driving straight towards it, hugging the inside of the curve.
The driver of the Ferrari Enzo was Zheng Qingmo.
Seeing Chen Fan approaching through the rearview mirror, he sneered.
After exiting the corner, he drove the car in the middle of the road, blocking Chen Fan's path and leaving no room for him to overtake.
"Damn Zheng Qingmo!"
After exiting the corner, Chen Xing'er saw this and cursed.
Chen Fan, however, was unconcerned, maintaining a car's length and following the Ferrari Enzo.
The Ferrari Enzo accelerated continuously after the turn, and Chen Fan's Lamborghini could barely keep up.
But by this time, they had reached the third corner.
The Ferrari Enzo slowed down again.
Just then, Zheng Qingmo heard the roar of engines from outside his car window.
The yellow Lamborghini did not slow down. It shot forward like an arrow, overtaking him.
After overtaking by a car's length, it smoothly drifted its tail, leaving Zheng Qingmo, who was slowing down to take the corner, with only a glimpse of its taillight as it sped away.
"What the hell..."
Zheng Qingmo stared blankly, muttering a few words.
His female companion in the passenger seat, not knowing any better, exclaimed, "He corners so fast!"
Zheng Qingmo's face darkened.
He had bet his car against Chen Fan. If he lost, this Ferrari Enzo would belong to Chen Fan.
Damn it, this was a ten-million-dollar supercar, and losing it would be incredibly painful!