The car smoothly entered turn nine. Yan Xiaoqiang knew he was physically exhausted. Although the remaining nine turns offered advantages for attacking, he gave up on offense and chose to follow closely, conserving his energy.
The car ahead was taking a defensive line, not going particularly fast. Yan Xiaoqiang could easily stay behind it.
After successfully navigating the nine turns, Yan Xiaoqiang shook his right wrist, preparing for an attempt on the main straight before the finish line.
He knew the rider ahead was very strong and wouldn't allow him to draft on the straight. Therefore, Yan Xiaoqiang needed to aim for a fast exit speed from turn eighteen. A quick exit would allow him to overtake on the straight.
Twisting his wrist to a comfortable position, Yan Xiaoqiang executed a very late, hard brake into the final turn, turn eighteen. The braking caused his rear wheel to lift, and his front suspension bottomed out.
Landing and entering the corner, Yan Xiaoqiang had pushed the brakes of his Ninja 400 to their absolute limit.
The car ahead did the same – a late brake. Yan Xiaoqiang understood this, and so did the other rider.
Late entry, fast exit. The car entered the apex of the corner. Both bikes twisted their throttles, one after the other, to see who was faster.
The cars sped down the straight. The car ahead weaved left and right, trying to prevent Yan Xiaoqiang from drafting behind it. Yan Xiaoqiang adjusted his handlebars, keeping his racing motorcycle as close behind the other as possible.
On the screen, Yan Xiaoqiang's car was gradually, slowly overtaking the fifth-place rider ahead. As the straight began to end, Yan Xiaoqiang's motorcycle and the car ahead were side-by-side. A hard brake on the inside line, and the overtake was complete.
The overtake was finished. Simultaneously, the screen displayed their respective top speeds on the straight. Yan Xiaoqiang's top speed was 187k.
Upon hearing Kun Liu mention his family, Chen Shenglong's expression instantly changed. His previously bolstered confidence dissipated by half. If he died, so be it; the Chen family could still develop and prosper under the Lin family's protection. But if his family…
"Impossible, my family is all at home. You couldn't have captured them."
After a moment of panic, Chen Shenglong suddenly realized. His Chen family was considered a prominent family in Modu, with many subordinates. Their villa was very secure, and they had been hiding there all this time. He wouldn't have come out today if he wasn't meeting a very important client.
"Heh, you don't actually think your subordinates could stop us, do you?"
Kun Liu sneered, glancing back at Chen Shenglong, who was seated behind him. He didn't say anything further.
Chen Shenglong slowly slid down from his chair, collapsing onto the ground, his face ashen.
That's right, what kind of existence was the Song family? Could they be stopped by mere bodyguards? Chen Shenglong suddenly felt he had been too naive.
Let alone his bodyguards, even if he sought help from official channels, he might not be able to evade the Song family.