The clamor and noise subsided significantly at this moment.
The numerous supercars from the Beijing circle, upon seeing the approaching enemies, revealed expressions of resentment and displeasure, yet they appeared helpless.
They couldn't win in races, nor could they win in fights. Facing Ye Sihai and his group, they were deeply embarrassed.
Chen Fa's gaze, however, fell upon the man who alighted from the leading Ford Mustang.
The man was in his early thirties, with a slender build and a somewhat effeminate appearance.
This must be that Ye Sihai.
"Damn it, he's too arrogant. Brother Jiao, take them down!"
"Brother Tianjiao, let these guys know who the real King of Yanping Mountain racing is."
"On our turf, we won't tolerate their recklessness. Young Master Chen, it's up to you this time!"
"..."
After a brief silence, the noise picked up again as the supercar enthusiasts spoke, pinning all their hopes on Chen Fan.
If Chen Fan lost again, there would be truly no way out, and the face of the Beijing supercar circle would be trampled upon.
After all, in this circle, the victor is king. If one's driving skills are inferior, one must endure all the cold words and mockery.
It was even quite normal to lose one's beloved cars and female companions to others.
Ye Sihai and his companions' gazes also fell upon Chen Fan, who was surrounded by the crowd.
Beside an Aston Martin, a blonde, blue-eyed, and curvaceous driver whistled, a look of disdain in his eyes.
The others did not move, but Ye Sihai walked towards Chen Fan.
The crowd parted, and Han Tong stepped forward, saying, "Ye Sihai, my brother is here this time. Let's see how you can still be so arrogant?"
Ye Sihai ignored Han Tong and came before Chen Fan, saying, "You are the Yanping Mountain racing king, Chen Tianjiao, that these good-for-nothings speak of?"
Chen Fan sized up the man with a hint of amusement.
If he wasn't mistaken, Ye Sihai was a trained martial artist and his skills would not be poor.
Chen Fan said, "It is I. The Yanping Mountain racing king is a title given to me by people in this circle; it's not worth mentioning. But since they are willing to acknowledge me as the racing king, I must stand up for them. How shall we play?"
"Just racing through mountain bends would be too boring."
Ye Sihai said, "From Yanping Mountain down, twenty kilometers southeast is the territory of Jizhou. There is a small town called Yangye Town. Northwest of the town is a dilapidated ancestral hall that originally belonged to a family surnamed Ye. Whoever gets there first and returns will be the winner!"
This statement showed Ye Sihai's familiarity with the environment around the capital region.
Chen Fan's eyes flickered, a hint of coldness appearing within them.
"Ye Sihai, are you trying to take every advantage?" Han Tong scoffed. "You know the route so clearly, and you're familiar with it. Are you still going to have any face competing like this?"
"Indeed, do you have any shame?"
"Who knows if you guys will pull any tricks?"
"Brother Jiao, don't agree to it!"
"..."
Under Han Tong's and the others' doubts, Ye Sihai merely smiled, offering no defense.
Chen Fan raised his hand in a gesture and said, "The Ye family ancestral hall, you are also surnamed Ye, what does it have to do with you?"
"What do you think?" Ye Sihai said with a half-smile.
Under everyone's gaze, Chen Fan was too lazy to hide anything and said, "I heard that in the Beijing-Tianjin area, more than ten years ago, there was a gang called the Sihai Gang, and the gang leader's name was also Ye Sihai. It's quite a coincidence that you are also named Ye Sihai!"
"It is indeed a bit of a coincidence."
Ye Sihai's expression remained unchanged and he said, "You call yourself the Yanping Mountain racing king, so tell me, do you dare to accept?"
"I accept."
Chen Fan said.
Han Tong frowned upon hearing this.
The other super-car enthusiasts also showed a hint of worry.
In racing, familiarity with the track is a crucial factor in determining victory, let alone with such a choice of route that has so many uncertainties.
"Brother, don't fall for his trick, he's provoking you!"
Han Tong said.
"Yes, Tianjiao, don't fall into their trap." Wei Bingying said.
Chen Fan shook his head and looked at Ye Sihai, "What about the stakes?"
"There's no need for too much. How about a hundred million?" Ye Sihai said with a smile.
This statement caused a stir among many.
A bet of a hundred million, that was too outrageous.
Chen Fan nodded and said, "If I lose, I'll lose a hundred million to you. But if I win, I don't want your hundred million; I only need you to answer all my questions without reservation or concealment."
This statement stunned Han Tong and the others again.
Han Tong and Chen Xing'er began to understand, realizing that the matter was not just about racing but involved something they didn't understand.
This was the most important reason why Chen Fan agreed to Han Tong.
"Agreed."
Ye Sihai, seemingly not surprised at all, nodded and said, "I have installed cameras at the Ye family ancestral hall. When you arrive, it will record your image and send it back as evidence, proving that you reached the Ye family ancestral hall today."
"You're quite well-prepared."
Chen Fan said.
"Young Master Chen should know that I am here for you."
Ye Sihai gave a wry smile and took something from his pocket, handing it to Chen Fan. It was a map with the route marked.
"I'll give you half an hour to prepare. You can also send someone ahead to navigate and transmit road conditions."
Ye Sihai turned and walked towards his car, saying, "I hope your Yanping Mountain racing king does not disappoint me too much."
"Hmph, what's with all the arrogance?" Song Baihua of the supercar circle spat, indignant.
"Brother, should we send a few people to scout the road?"
Han Tong asked.
Chen Fan shook his head, glanced at the map, and said, "There's no need."
In fact, he was not very familiar with the areas around the capital, but this was not a big problem for him.
However, Ye Sihai's attitude became increasingly clear.
The current situation was that Ye Sihai's appearance might be a trap. At the Ye family ancestral hall, an ambush had already been set, waiting for him to fall into it and be mercilessly attacked.
Another possibility was that Ye Sihai was luring him out for a different purpose, and he might not be part of the brotherhood.
Regardless of which situation it was, he had to figure it out clearly.
"Tianjiao, do you want to drive my car?" Wei Bingying asked.
Chen Fan nodded and took Wei Bingying's car key.
Among their supercars, Wei Bingying's Porsche 918 was relatively professional.
As for Paganis and Koenigseggs, although extremely luxurious, their overall performance was actually inferior to the cars on Ye Sihai's side.
For cornering and long-distance racing, it wasn't just about who could drive faster; handling, balance, and other factors needed to be considered.
"I'll sit in the passenger seat,"
Wei Bingying was inwardly delighted and said again.
"Alright," Chen Fan did not refuse.
For longer races, a co-driver who could observe and remind was even more necessary.
"We'll also send four more cars to escort you!" Han Tong added.
Chen Fan still did not refuse. He surveyed the route on the map and said, "Tell them not to wait. Prepare to start."
Han Tong and the others' expressions were stirred, excited and expectant, yet tinged with worry.
Ye Sihai was quite surprised to receive the news but said nothing further, turning his car around.
Chen Fan got into Wei Bingying's car, familiarized himself with it briefly, and slowly drove out, lining up with Ye Sihai's cars.
"Brother, be careful, stay safe!"
Chen Xing'er urged anxiously from outside the car window.
Chen Fan nodded, gesturing to Han Tong to look after Chen Xing'er.