On the mountain peak, the giant screen displayed streaks of passing cars.
First, a Koenigsegg, followed by a Porsche 918, then in succession a Pagani and a Ferrari Enzo, and finally, the slowest, a Lamborghini Huracan.
This was the footage from the first turn.
As the yellow Lamborghini appeared, boos erupted!
"Too slow!"
"All that boasting, and he's just a muggle?"
"Haha, looks like our Young Master Han's good fortune is near, Miss Chen is definitely going to lose!"
"I really want to see the expression on that pretty boy's face after he loses. Damn it, even the guy who called himself the Southern King of Cars wasn't this arrogant when he came to the capital last time!"
"..."
The footage switched promptly.
At the second turn, the order of passing remained unchanged.
The boos and taunts grew louder.
"What's the point of boasting? If the car isn't good, it isn't good. Driving a Huracan and daring to be so arrogant, your face must be stinging now!"
"In my opinion, this guy can only brag and put on a show to please Miss Chen. Remember to take a video when he has to run naked, let Miss Chen have a good laugh!"
"..."
Amidst the laughter and noisy chatter, the footage cut to the third turn.
Since this was a mountain road race, the surveillance points were set up at the turns.
Moreover, generally, turns were also the widest sections of the road.
The Lamborghini's slowness was, in reality, only relative, so in less than half a minute, car silhouettes appeared on the screen.
Leading was still Han Tong's Koenigsegg, a mere flash.
However, Wei Bingying's Porsche 918 was not far behind, just half a car length behind the Koenigsegg.
This indicated a close match in their driving skills.
Next was Song Baihua's Pagani.
But just as the Pagani passed and the Ferrari Enzo appeared on screen, everyone's gaze snapped forward.
The mockery and boos ceased.
In the second after the Enzo appeared, a striking bright yellow Lamborghini shot straight into the turn and in the next instant, with a clean drift, overtook the Enzo by half a car length.
Then it was a car length ahead before disappearing from view.
"Overtaking on a turn?"
"Am I seeing things? That pretty boy overtook the Ferrari Enzo with his Huracan?"
"Damn, that overtake... he's got some skills!"
"Quick, quick, switch to the next turn!"
"..."
Amidst the urgent calls, the footage cut to the next turn.
Many refused to believe their eyes and stared intently at the screen.
The Koenigsegg and Porsche were still neck and neck, flashing past.
Next was still the Pagani.
Then, everyone saw that the Lamborghini Huracan was just two car lengths behind the Pagani.
And in the brief moment it flashed past, the distance between the Lamborghini and the Pagani was continuously closing.
After that came the Ferrari Enzo, which had fallen further behind.
The crowd exchanged bewildered glances.
"Damn, it's real! That pretty boy overtook Zheng Qingmo!"
"Young Master Zheng's skill is considered top-notch among us, and he was overtaken?"
"It must be that Young Master Zheng was careless!"
"The car's performance is there. The Enzo is a special model from Ferrari, its performance is much stronger than the Huracan..."
"Don't just stand there gawking, watch the next turn!"
"..."
Amidst the impatient calls, the footage from the fifth turn was displayed.
The still tightly matched Koenigsegg and 918 sped by.
Closely following were the Pagani and the Huracan.
But this time, everyone saw that in the fleeting glimpse, the two cars were almost parallel, side by side.
As their taillights appeared, the Huracan had already overtaken the Pagani.
Barring any surprises, the Pagani had been surpassed!
"Damn, could he be a true master?"
"He's actually overtaking on the turns! When the turn is slightly wider, this pretty boy finds a gap, uses drifts and slides, and with minimal deceleration, he overtakes!"
"So, does that mean the pretty boy has temporarily beaten an Enzo and a Pagani?"
"..."
The atmosphere grew somewhat silent.
Meanwhile, on the mountain road, Song Baihua inside the Pagani watched the receding taillights with growing frustration.
He had actually been overtaken by the Lamborghini?
Like Zheng Qingmo before him, he had tried his best to hold his position, but when going through the turn, the opportunity was seized, and he was directly squeezed past.
This incident made his mood exceptionally foul.
He had also bet a car against Chen Fan.
This Pagani was something he had painstakingly acquired; it wasn't simply a matter of having money.
He floored the accelerator, attempting to catch up.
As expected, he soon reached the sixth turn and indeed saw the Lamborghini Huracan up close.
Gritting his teeth, Song Baihua slightly slowed down, attempting to overtake Chen Fan just as he had done.
However, as he roared into the inside of the turn, he saw the Lamborghini complete a drift and block the space completely.
"Step on it! Hurry and brake!"
His female companion in the passenger seat widened her eyes and screamed as the two cars drew closer.
Song Baihua gritted his teeth, wanting to force his way through.
But seeing that the other car continued its drift, slowing down only slightly, with no intention of yielding space, his heart leaped into his throat, and he slammed on the brakes.
Ultimately, he dared not force his way through.
On this mountain road, the speed wasn't excessively high, but it exceeded 130-140 km/h. If the two cars collided, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Song Baihua lacked the courage to risk it.
Thus, he watched helplessly as the Lamborghini sped away.
His car, on the other hand, didn't stop until it was completely halted, hugging the edge of the turn.
By the time he drove out, the Lamborghini had vanished without a trace.
Next were the seventh and eighth turns, all the way to the ninth.
By this point, Chen Fan's expression grew more serious.
As he drove up, he had clearly seen that of the twelve turns on Yanping Mountain, this section was the narrowest, with the largest angle, resembling a hairpin.
The tenth turn was slightly less severe but still required deceleration.
Any car approaching this point had to slow down.
Han Tong and Wei Bingying, with their considerable skills, had followed all the way here and still hadn't seen any cars ahead.
This was undoubtedly the crucial point.
But Chen Fan not only didn't slow down, he floored the accelerator.
Chen Xing'er gritted her teeth and couldn't help but warn, "Be careful!"
Chen Fan's expression was impassive as he stared at the flashing warning lights ahead... these lights were intentionally placed to indicate a sharp turn requiring caution.
Of course, surveillance cameras were also mounted on those warning lights.
As he approached the turn, Chen Fan's body leaned back sharply.
He turned the steering wheel in advance and swiftly shifted gears.
The clutch and accelerator were pressed to the floor simultaneously, causing the engine RPM to reach its maximum.
This was, after all, a supercar; a normal car would have been overloaded and blown its engine.
With the steering wheel turned all the way, and the car entering one-third of the turn, he suddenly counter-steered.
The wheels spun at high speed, creating a screeching sound as they rubbed against the road surface.
Precisely when the steering wheel was halfway back, he rapidly turned it in the opposite direction again.
The steering wheel trembled, the entire car vibrated, but it achieved a surprisingly delicate balance.
The speed barely decreased.
After the sharp turn, there was a half-second pause, and then he quickly steered back.
The car smoothly navigated the narrow turn and sped away!
Ahead, the taillights of two cars were clearly visible – Han Tong's Koenigsegg and Wei Bingying's Porsche 918.