The God of Cars!
That's right, Ye Xuan now possesses ultimate driving skills, rendering the "God of Cars" concept understood by these rich second-generation brats completely inferior.
"Hilarious, is this kid a clown invited by the monkeys~"
"Holy cow, with this skill, hehe, idiot... uh, what the hell!!!"
Before the more than ten girls could finish speaking, they saw the Ferrari supercar Ye Xuan was driving, its tires spinning in place, emitting black smoke. The playboy disciples were dumbfounded, and then, with a roar.
Ye Xuan floored the accelerator, and the Ferrari supercar shot out like a black streak, instantly appearing dozens of meters away?
"This... what the heck!?"
"That maneuver just now, cough cough... that kid, he didn't just slam the accelerator to the floor, did he!"
"That kid is crazy~~~"
At this moment, the previously mocking rich second-generation brats were all filled with shock. Two thoughts flashed through their minds: either this kid was reckless, or... this guy was a formidable opponent playing weak!
If it was the former, it would be fine. But if he was a formidable opponent playing weak, then something huge was about to happen today.
In less than three seconds, Ye Xuan's car disappeared into the distance, accelerating to its absolute limit. The rich second-generation brats who had just started all twitched at the corners of their mouths, their hearts filled with unprecedented shock.
The ominous feeling grew stronger!
"Heh, that kid is finished!"
"Of course, racing against Young Master Qin, even we can't compare, and he..." Ahh~!!"
Before one of the brats could finish speaking, they heard a whoosh, and a streamlined Ferrari supercar shot past, at least at 200 mph.
"Holy crap!!!!"
From the walkie-talkies of the numerous rich second-generation brats, came the scream of that brat, as if he had been thoroughly violated.
"Young Master Qi, what's wrong!"
The other brats asked one after another. Even through the walkie-talkie, they could vividly imagine the shocked expression on Young Master Qi's face.
Young Master Qi looked at the speeding supercar, especially its extreme speed, "I... damn it, I saw the supercar that kid was driving, it just passed me, damn it, we were too careless!"
"What!!!"
As soon as Young Master Qi said this, the hearts of the numerous rich second-generation brats were shaken. "No way, that kid... actually has some skills."
"No, that kid... didn't he just stop in place at the beginning? Could it be... damn it, that kid was provoking us!"
"Son of a bitch, brothers, let's get him!!!"
At this moment, all the rich second-generation brats realized that the kid wasn't incapable of driving a supercar, but was deliberately letting them go.
This was an insult to them!
As members of the racing community, even though they were all rich second-generation brats, they couldn't swallow this insult. Damn it, this kid was courting death!!
The rich second-generation brats, who had initially been playing around, all became serious. While they were brats, it didn't mean they were fools.
For someone who had been stationary for who knew how long to catch up with them, his skill could be imagined.
Damn it, they might just capsize in the gutter!
Vroom~~~
A beast-like roar came from behind two of the rich second-generation brats. Their hearts trembled, and by the time they recovered, a Ferrari had overtaken them, rapidly widening the distance.
"Oh my god, I've been caught up to!"
"That kid's speed must be at least 250 mph, you bastard!!"
The two of them, driving at 200 mph and trembling, cursed in their hearts. No wonder the kid could catch up to them; damn it, it would be bizarre if he couldn't.
Ye Xuan watched the scenery rapidly recede, the thrill of speed and passion perfectly displayed. His hands itched, and he floored the accelerator again. The tires of the high-speed Ferrari supercar scraped against the ground, accelerating further.
250 mph!
270 mph!
300 mph!!
Seconds later, Ye Xuan's car accelerated again, breaking the insane speed of 300 mph. One by one, the rich second-generation brats were overtaken by Ye Xuan's red Ferrari supercar, flashing past like a red blur.
For some reason, all the rich second-generation brats felt a burning pain on their cheeks. Thinking back to their earlier mockery, the scene unfolding now was like an invisible slap, delivered decisively to their faces.
Three, five, eight...
Soon, Ye Xuan had surpassed all the rich second-generation brats. At this moment, only one person remained ahead of him, and that was Qin Yuxuan, the owner of the Tianmeng Club.
"Hmm!?"
Qin Yuxuan, driving his supercar, had already left the other rich second-generation brats far behind. However, he heard the sharp roar of a supercar piercing the air. He glanced at his rearview mirror, and his heart suddenly trembled, "What, that guy... actually caught up!!"
"Not good, continuous turns, slow down~!!!"
Seeing the road ahead, Qin Yuxuan's face turned pale. He hurriedly slowed down and prepared to drift into the turn, but at this moment...
Screech screech screech~~
Qin Yuxuan saw a scene he would never forget in his life. He saw the Ferrari supercar driven by Ye Xuan, without slowing down, almost suicidally drift through the corner, not decelerating at all.
"That madman!!!"
However, soon Qin Yuxuan's expression was replaced by shock and disbelief, "What~~"
"He actually drifted at full speed through the most difficult corner of the mountain circuit, this is impossible!!!"
By the time Qin Yuxuan passed the continuous corners, the Ferrari had disappeared from his sight. Only the faint roar of the distant Ferrari supercar's engine could be heard.
At the racetrack finish line, the numerous onlookers, also rich second-generation brats, had been waiting for a long time. It had been quite a while since the race began.
Roar~~~
Vroom vroom!!!
The beast-like roar echoed from afar at one moment, and then everyone saw a red Ferrari supercar.
"Quick, Young Master Qin is here!!"
The more than ten brats simultaneously became highly alert. As the supercar screeched to a stop in the venue, and then the door was pushed open, all the rich second-generation brats in the venue were stunned.
"No way, it's that kid!"
"Cough cough... how is it him, damn it, how did he do it."
"Impossible, he started 15 seconds later, and he arrived first, this~????"
He gave Young Master Qin a 15-second head start and still won, what did this explain? This guy's driving skill was practically comparable to a god!!
At this moment, the way all the rich second-generation brats looked at Ye Xuan changed. Damn it, this driving skill was too high, it left them at least a hundred and eighty streets behind.
"My god, this guy is a beast~~"
They all swallowed in unison, looking at Ye Xuan with eyes full of envy. Damn it, if they had such driving speed, wouldn't girls flock to them like moths to a flame.