However, Chen Fan did not slow down; instead, he floored the accelerator at that moment.
Amidst the roar of the engine, the car body tilted slightly, like a dance of lightning. The car's trajectory shifted subtly, and it narrowly missed the truck.
At the same time, the truck veered slightly to the left, a reaction born from the driver's cold sweat and instinctive response.
This shift to the left lane had a slight impact on the Ferrari.
Even the most skilled driver, Chu Jie, with his attention divided, instinctively adjusted the steering wheel.
He had seen the truck long before, but he was distracted, wanting to see how Chen Fan would react.
Unexpectedly, the truck driver, affected by the situation, swerved towards his lane, forcing him, despite his skill, to evade as a first reaction.
In fact, at such speeds, he didn't need to evade at all.
Of course, the impact on his speed was negligible.
However, in the next instant, he saw the Porsche 918, like a white streak of lightning, dart diagonally from behind the truck, perfectly occupying half of the lane.
If he didn't slow down, it wouldn't lead to a collision, but he disliked that feeling.
So, he moved a little further to the right, aligning himself with Chen Fan.
The two cars occupied the right lane.
After another kilometer, the lane began to narrow.
Chu Jie, with no choice, eased off the accelerator slightly.
Chen Fan's tail lights grew further away.
Seeing the gap widening, Chu Jie picked up his communicator and said, "I've been overtaken. His skill is incredible!"
"Chu, you're too weak!" the woman's voice carried a hint of disdain.
"Understood," Ye Sihai replied calmly.
A minute later, Chen Fan exited the main road and turned onto the road leading to Yangye Town.
Chen Fan's driving skills were on full display, constantly overtaking and weaving past oncoming civilian cars.
Before long, the white Mitsubishi GTR appeared ahead.
Ahead of the GTR was the Aston Martin, no more than a hundred meters behind.
Only Ye Sihai's gray Mustang was nowhere to be seen.
The driving skills of these two cars were impeccable, completely dominating the road.
Chen Fan was forced to slow down and follow behind them.
However, with the return journey ahead, he wasn't in any hurry.
Thus, the three cars sped on, constantly overtaking and dodging civilian vehicles coming from the opposite direction, creating a series of near-misses.
But the driving skills of all three were flawless, and many seemingly perilous situations were navigated safely in the end.
Suddenly, both the Aston Martin and the GTR slowed down.
Chen Fan seized the opportunity to keep pace with the two cars.
Looking ahead, he could see two large trucks running parallel, one behind the other, blocking the road in front of the Aston Martin.
The truck in the left lane was slightly faster, gradually overtaking.
Chen Fan narrowed his eyes.
In such situations, it was often a moment of reveal, when danger struck.
If Ye Sihai was part of the Brotherhood, the current situation could be a trap.
However, despite his vigilance and intense focus, he did not hesitate to swerve into the left oncoming lane, keeping up with the GTR.
The three supercars, running almost bumper-to-bumper, followed the overtaking truck in the left lane.
The roar of the engines intermingled with the clamor of the trucks.
As the left truck completed its overtake, a small gap began to appear.
The gap was very small, but for a top racer, it was enough. The Aston Martin swerved right first, moving ahead of the truck in the right lane and completing the overtake.
The GTR followed closely, also moving past.
The truck in the right lane continued to drive steadily, showing no signs of acceleration.
Chen Fan followed closely, beginning to merge into the right lane.
But at that moment, the truck ahead suddenly also moved into the right lane.
"Ah, there's a car... Watch out!"
Wei Bingying suddenly cried out in alarm.
As the truck ahead merged to the right, a large oil tanker suddenly appeared in their line of sight, speeding towards them.
Previously, Chen Fan and the others' vision had been blocked by the truck in front, and only now did their sightlines open up, but the crisis had arrived.
The current situation was that the truck was merging right, blocking Chen Fan's car.
In the left oncoming lane, an oil tanker was approaching.
Chen Fan was instantly trapped. If he continued forward, being hit by the oil tanker would surely mean the destruction of his car and his death.
But if he forced his way into the lane, the space between the two trucks was too narrow, extremely perilous and risky.
What made it even more difficult was that Chen Fan couldn't be sure if the two trucks were arranged by Ye Sihai.
However, the situation clearly allowed no time for deliberation.
"What do we do?" Wei Bingying gripped the armrest tightly, her face turning pale.
She enjoyed excitement and racing, but that didn't mean she wasn't afraid of death.
In this situation, if it were her, there was only one choice left.
That was to sharply turn the steering wheel to the left, making the impact less severe, and flipping over after being hit by the oil tanker would be the best outcome.
Although she would be injured, the speed wouldn't be that high, and there should be no life-threatening danger.
Under her frightened gaze, Chen Fan not only didn't slow down but instead floored the accelerator.
Simultaneously, he sharply turned the steering wheel and pulled the handbrake.
The tires screeched against the asphalt.
Forcing his way between the two large trucks?
How could he not hit the truck in front and then be sandwiched by the truck coming from behind?
With a pale face, Wei Bingying simply closed her eyes and let out a scream.
But then, she felt herself spinning violently, a wave of dizziness washing over her.
A few seconds later, the anticipated collision did not occur. She opened her eyes and saw a truck speeding past in front of her.
Not hit yet? Wei Bingying closed her eyes again, but soon felt something was wrong. She opened her eyes to find herself moving backward, and not slowly, at a speed comparable to the oncoming truck.
The tail of the oil tanker, which had just passed to her right and disappeared, startled her.
She gaped, disbelieving.
Their car wasn't driving normally at all; it was reversing.
Glancing at the gear lever, she saw it was indeed in reverse.
She understood now. After Chen Fan forcefully merged, he had used a drift to change the car's direction.
She found it incredible.
This wasn't over yet. She saw Chen Fan floor the accelerator again, make a few turns of the steering wheel, and then brake sharply.
The car's performance was evident. While reversing, it suddenly changed direction, performing an eighty-degree turn and returning to the left lane.
Accelerating, shifting gears, all in one smooth motion.
Within a few breaths, he overtook the truck ahead from the left lane and sped away.
Wei Bingying's chest heaved. This time, she saw clearly that Chen Fan had turned the car around while speeding, as smooth and fluid as flowing water, without any hesitation.
This level of driving skill was simply terrifying.
At the same time, she understood why Chen Fan had done it.
At that speed, only this maneuver could maximize the use of the space between the two vehicles and avoid a collision.
After all, her 918 would be like a toy, shattering at the slightest impact with such large trucks.
However, if there had been even the slightest delay in reaction during the entire process, a crash and a fatality would have been unavoidable.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and Wei Bingying hissed, "Chen Tianjiao, you're too reckless."