262: Chapter 251 SS Supercar Club 262: Chapter 251 SS Supercar Club “Why is this chick nothing like her sister?
Did she get her head stuck in a door when she was little?” Song Yun wickedly thought to himself.
“You won’t stop the car, fine by me, I’ll just get out myself, ok?” Song Yun said with a sneer as he unbuckled his seatbelt and then opened the window.
Because the car was moving fast, gusts of wind blew in, hitting his face with a pleasant sensation.
The woman seemed to realize something was off and quickly said, “Hey, I’m driving here, don’t mess around.”
“I’m not messing around, I just want to get out,” Song Yun said, crouching on the seat with the upper half of his body already poking out the window, looking like he was about to jump out.
The car was currently doing over 180 miles per hour.
If Song Yun were to jump out at that speed, even a body of steel would split in two.
If this kid got injured, his sister would kill me, she admitted she indeed disliked Song Yun, but dislike didn’t mean she wanted him dead.
The woman quickly began to slow down and then pulled over to stop.
“Are you fucking insane?” the woman yelled as she yanked Song Yun back inside the car.
“You can die if you want, but not in my car, it’s bad luck.”
“Can you now tell me what you and your sister talked about that day?” Song Yun said with a casual cross of his arms.
“No way, I’ve said it before, you come with me, and if you land the standards I set, I’ll tell you about my conversation with my sister,” the woman said through gritted teeth.
“But if you want to get out, do it now, I certainly won’t stop you.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?
You drag me from a bustling downtown to a secluded road, and now you want me to get out?
Have you ever thought about how I’m going to get back?
It’s almost nightfall, and who knows if some woman might take a fancy to my handsome face and have ill intentions.
Can you take responsibility for that?” Song Yun turned into a nagging old lady at that moment, spewing shameless words.
“If you don’t want to get out, then shut up,” the woman said as she restarted the car.
“But if you try to jump out again next time, I absolutely won’t stop, absolutely not.”
“I just wanted to feel the breeze of nature, who said anything about jumping out?
You may be reckless, but I still want to live,” Song Yun muttered.
After hearing this, the woman’s hand on the steering wheel trembled.
Why on earth had she stopped the car when this bastard tried to jump out?
Why didn’t she just let him jump?
The world would be much quieter with him gone, she would have been doing humanity a favor.
But what she didn’t know was that Song Yun really had the idea of jumping out of the car just now.
Firstly, she had no intelligence on Song Yun other than the fact he was Xiao Qing’s brother.
Secondly, Song Yun was not used to going out with people whose background he didn’t know.
What if they had the intention to set him up?
Thirdly, and most importantly, this chick might not have big boobs, but she sure had a big temper.
I’m not your dad, why the hell should I put up with your shitty temper?
“SS,” those two letters were never known to outsiders, and even if they saw them, they would just think they were two simple English abbreviations.
But at an F1 Grand Prix event, once the sponsor’s name included the letters “SS,” this car club started to attract the attention of all those who loved street racing or fancy sports cars.
This was the SS branch in Sunan City, with headquarters in Mingzhu City and counted alongside Yanjing’s IS and SCig as the top three supercar clubs in Huaxia.
What defines a supercar club?
Well, there are certain standards to meet; you can’t just buy a BMW Z4 for several hundred thousand and think you are part of the sports car crowd, nor can you call yourself a tuning master just by modding a few RB engines.
It’s all about status and the hefty annual membership fees, plus your investments in modifying cars, that deter many from these supercar clubs.
And that’s just one aspect.
To join such clubs, you must fill out a membership application detailing the vehicles you currently drive and the number of sports cars you own.
And that’s just the simple part.
To get approved for membership, you have to prove your driving skills demonstrate your personal strength.
If you’re rich, with lots of sports cars at home, but you can’t even drift properly, sorry, the supercar club doesn’t welcome you.
Just take your sports car and go pick up girls straightforwardly.
Pretty much everyone capable of entering a supercar club is a racer, blessed with both the talent and the financial power for modding cars.
Even if you see someone entering the club in a Toyota, don’t be surprised.
The cost of modding that car might well match that of a Lamborghini or Ferrari.
And today, this crazy woman brought him to the SS branch established in Sunan.
Situated at the foot of Jiming Mountain and linked to a winding road extending upward, the person who set this up was a visionary, enabling racers to enjoy the thrill of car mods in the club and, come nightfall, gather a few to race along what was known as the steepest mountain road in Sunan City.
Song Yun had seen street racing while on missions abroad—the spending there was way more than domestic.
Foreigners have advanced setups, and as long as you have the money, they could even rig a tank engine for you.
Also, abroad where there’s more space than people, you might drive in the countryside for half an hour without seeing another soul.
These perfect conditions add to the fun for the street racers overseas, making them much more brazen than those in China.
Song Yun had once witnessed a wild scene: fifteen police cars chasing, with seven or eight street racers leading the pursuit.
It was indescribably bizarre.
Upon entering the SS supercar club, Song Yun realized the domestic rich were not few in number.
Various sports cars were parked on the lawn; some he recognized but others he had never seen before.
Finally, at the end of the parking lot, there was a Chery QQ.
What the hell did this mean?
Everyone else had sports cars worth millions, and here was a car worth tens of thousands showing up?
“Don’t underestimate that QQ, it cost over four million to modify, and now it’s rumored it can even convert to an aquatic mode,” the woman said as if reading Song Yun’s mind, and couldn’t help but take a jab at his confidence.
“It’s just a crappy QQ, is it worth being so capricious?” Song Yun muttered under his breath.
The woman seemed not to hear Song Yun’s complaint, parked the car, and then told him, “Get out of the car.”
“Oh.” Song Yun got out of the car, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.
He always felt this girl was up to no good but couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was.
However, when he saw the envious look from the security guards at the door, Song Yun threw all his concerns to the wind.
Damn, no wonder so many women stop dead in their tracks when they see a man driving a sports car.
Even the ugliest man can have a woman eagerly hopping in his ride.
It really can’t just be described with the word ‘vanity’; it means too much.
Song Yun followed the woman toward the main entrance of the supercar club.
Whoever she was, she seemed to know everyone, as people greeted her all along the way.