Chapter 422 - : As Everyone Hoped (2/2)
“We’re very close, two hundred meters… one hundred meters… fifty meters… twenty meters… they’re too fast, it’s a photo finish! We can’t tell; all we saw was that three of them had crossed the finish line at the same time. Come, let us view from the slow-mo video playback.”
The commentator requested the video team for playback, and it was soon the footage was projected on the large screen. And only after reducing the speed of the video by twenty times did they finally confirm the winner—the Trumpchi prevailed! It held its lead right to the tape and was followed by the red Maserati in second place. Lei Shijian, in his silver Porsche, unfortunately, came in last.
“The first place goes to the Trumpchi! Ladies and gentlemen, the Trumpchi had won this race, and I’m sure that was what everyone had hoped for. Come on, let’s give our Trumpchi, the Dark Horse, an enthusiastic round of applause. He has won our utmost respect!”
The commentator, a tall and slender man, was elated as he roared and waxed lyrically for the Trumpchi.
God of Racing! God of Racing! God of Racing!
A cadence had started at the foot of Wild Wolf Mountain, and all eyes were on the Trumpchi as it approached them. There was nothing but respect and worships in their eyes. It was ironic that one race was all it took to totally change their opinion about a guy they had totally ignored initially. Right now, this guy had transcended into a god-like being and worthy of their worship.
Bang. Bang.
The Trumpchi’s front doors were kicked open, and both Xiao Luo and Su Canye had come out. The former stepped out, as calm as ever, while the latter stumbled out and immediately started to vomit vigorously.
“Useless!”
Xiao Luo turned around and said in a hushed voice.
I~! @#$%…
Su Canye lifted his head intending to react to Xiao Luo’s sneer, but instead, he continued to vomit away. He had traveled to hell and came back to this race. The worst part was flipping off the cliff and spinning like a tornado—during that amazing leap, he felt like he was inside a washing machine and saw the world spinning around weirdly. While, for the spectators, their view was that of the majestic aerial maneuver. Even after leaving the car, he was still dizzy and seeing stars, the same sensation one got from spinning around for a few hundred rounds, then trying to remain standing up.
Like a reporter, the commentator came over to Xiao Luo with a mic and interviewed him, and there was another team recording them with a video camera.
“God of Racing, you’re my idol! Can you share with us your feeling of winning this race?”
“P**s off, don’t shoot me.”
Xiao Luo replied coldly and covered the video camera with its lens cap.
He turned around and walked over to the silver Porsche that had just tottered back.
The commentator felt very awkward, and all he could was to say, “Our God of Racing is very unique!”
With everyone staring at Xiao Luo, he approached Lei Shijian and the rest of the Wild Wolf Mountain motorsports racing team, who had gathered around them.
After looking at Shen Qingyan’s red Maserati, Xiao Luo walked up to Lei Shijian and eyed him. He then gestured with his hand and said, “Return my deposit, and don’t forget, you now owe me five million!”
Lei Shijian looked at Xiao Luo in terror and asked, “Who…who are you?”
This man had beaten him with a locally manufactured Trumpchi. And on top of that, he intimidated Lei Shijian and gave him an unforgettable and terrifying impression in his heart.
“That’s none of your business, and send me the money now, I don’t have much time to waste with you,” Xiao Luo responded.
Five million dollars was not a small sum, and it was more than enough to cover the racing team’s expenses for half a year.
Should he play dirty?Lei Shijian had some dark ideas in his head, but he could not afford to do so at present. This race was being streamed live and under the scrutiny of thousands of eyes. He would have to pick a suitable time to not ruin their entire underground racing industry at the Wild Wolf Mountain.