Chapter 115: Tang Dashaol in Kyoto

“Are you Zhang Xiaofan? The God of Racing in Jinghai?” Tang Fei suddenly recalled. That beautiful woman’s companion was none other than Zhang Xiaofan, the very opponent he had come to challenge.

Perfect timing. And this guy was so arrogant—defeating him on the racetrack would be the ultimate slap in the face.

“Hmph, I am Zhang Xiaofan. You’re the one looking to race my wife?” Zhang Xiaofan said coolly.

“Brother Fan, this guy’s been searching for you to race. When he couldn’t find you, he said you were scared, called you a coward, mocked you as a so-called ‘God of Racing,’ and insulted all of us Jinghai racers as trash,” Song Wenwen quickly reminded him.

Heh… Zhang Xiaofan finally pieced it together. So that was the story. Looks like this young master from Kyoto was even more arrogant than himself.

Quite bold—no wonder he came driving a top-tier luxury car all the way from Kyoto.

“A young master from Kyoto? You want to race me?” Zhang Xiaofan’s gaze settled on Tang Fei with a cold edge.

“That’s right. I’ve heard you’re the God of Racing in Jinghai. Dare to race me? Loser has to spend a night with the winner’s woman,” Tang Fei said.

The woman Tang Fei brought was indeed stunning, a popular celebrity.

Zhang Xiaofan barely glanced at her, his disdain evident. “I don’t even look at that kind of woman… Besides, my woman is not a prize to be wagered. And you? You can’t even beat me.”

Tang Fei’s companion looked furious—being publicly humiliated like that was unbearable.

“Heh…” Tang Fei sneered, “If you’re too scared to race, fine. Just admit your skills aren’t as good as mine, and I’ll even pay you a hefty sum.”

Zhang Xiaofan smiled lightly. Gotta admit, this rich second-generation from Kyoto had style.

“Betting with you? I have no fear. Do you really think your Koenigsegg One:1 is unbeatable?”

“If I lose, you can name any condition except my woman. But if you lose, hand over this car to me,” Zhang Xiaofan said calmly.

Lin Siyu listened to Zhang Xiaofan’s words, feeling immense happiness. This was the man she loved. She was glad she had chosen him.

Nearby, Song Wenwen’s heart tingled with envy. How wonderful it would be to be Zhang Xiaofan’s woman… but that playboy already had two.

Zhang Xiaofan gestured toward the Koenigsegg One:1.

“Oh? Any condition I want?” Tang Fei’s lips curled into a meaningful smile.

“Of course, as long as you can beat me,” Zhang Xiaofan nodded seriously. “Though that seems unlikely.”

“Fine, I hope you keep your word,” Tang Fei smiled. He had already planned—once he beat this guy, he’d make him swear allegiance publicly. That would be a powerful statement.

Couldn’t lose—Tang Fei never entertained that thought.

“What car will you drive? Don’t say I only win because of my car, since the car is part of racing, right?” Tang Fei asked Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan just smiled and pointed to a Hummer parked by the roadside. “My own car.”

“A Hummer SUV?” Tang Fei and the other Kyoto young masters were stunned. This guy wanted to use a Hummer against Tang Fei’s Koenigsegg One:1?

Tang Fei had expected Zhang Xiaofan to use a Lamborghini, but never imagined he’d pick a Hummer. Was it supreme confidence or sheer disdain?

“Do you really think that Hummer can beat my car? Just in terms of top speed, your car is at least 100 km/h slower,” Tang Fei sneered.

“A car isn’t everything. I’ve always believed skill matters most. Besides, only someone suicidal would push their car to the limit,” Zhang Xiaofan said calmly.

“Fine…” Tang Fei stopped wasting words. If this guy was that arrogant, let him have it. Even a modified Hummer couldn’t keep up with his Koenigsegg.

Tang Fei got into his car, the celebrity following him inside.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled and turned to Lin Siyu. “Honey, want to get in and try it out?”

“You think? Last time you came here chasing girls, I even got to ride in your race car. Today, I’m definitely sitting in this one,” Lin Siyu rolled her eyes.

Song Wenwen felt awkward. She had wanted to get in and experience that thrill again, but now thought better of it.

Zhang Xiaofan took the driver’s seat, Lin Siyu the passenger’s, buckling her seatbelt.

She had seen the dashcam footage of his races and was excited to experience such extreme driving firsthand.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled, started the engine, and a thunderous roar filled the air. The sound matched Tang Fei’s Koenigsegg One:1 parked beside them.

“Is your confidence based on modifications to this car? Not just any upgrades, I suppose?” Lin Siyu asked.

Zhang Xiaofan chuckled. “Actually, this Hummer is twin-engine… theoretically it can hit 500 km/h… though I don’t think I’ll need the second engine.”

“I knew it…” Lin Siyu smiled brightly. “Let’s get started and teach this Kyoto young master a lesson.”

At that moment, a beautiful woman appeared between the two cars holding a bottle of champagne.

She lifted her hand, bending her first finger. The engines roared, tires screeched against the asphalt with piercing sounds.

As she bent her last finger, the champagne cork popped, spraying into the sky.

“Vroom vroom vroom…”

The two cars shot forward like lightning, disappearing beyond a hundred meters in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, a civilian helicopter appeared from nowhere, following them. Inside, a cameraman captured every moment of the race.

Many onlookers pulled out their phones, streaming live footage of the two cars.

No doubt, these racers had prepared well.

On the straight mountain road in Canglong Mountain, Tang Fei’s car led, but he clearly dared not push too hard.

Zhang Xiaofan’s Hummer was pushed to its speedometer’s limit, steadily closing the gap.

Seeing the Hummer catching up, Tang Fei’s expression hardened. He accelerated, using his car’s speed advantage to widen the distance again.

But soon, the first bend appeared.

Tang Fei braked sharply, but Zhang Xiaofan, just like before, didn’t slow down. He drifted through the corner flawlessly, then the second, third…

Jinghai’s racing fans watched eagerly on their phones, reliving the excitement of Zhang Xiaofan’s previous duel with Mu Han. Even Mu Han, now a spectator, was amazed by Zhang Xiaofan’s driving skills.

Inside the car, Lin Siyu screamed in terror as the Hummer’s body tilted dangerously at a ninety-degree curve, half the car lifting off the ground. She thought she was going to die.

But the Hummer shot back onto the road, tailing the Koenigsegg closely.

This drift was even smoother than last time. With all-wheel drive, even when the rear wheels were airborne, the front wheels maintained strong grip.

Using inertia perfectly, Zhang Xiaofan’s Hummer not only didn’t lose speed but accelerated through the drift.

Such incredible skill sparked cheers from the crowd at the mountain base. Even the Kyoto young masters were drawn in.

At a forty-five-degree curve, Tang Fei still led but slowed early after seeing the sign.

Zhang Xiaofan didn’t reduce speed; the Hummer’s body began to lean sharply.

At the slope, the Hummer roared past Tang Fei’s Koenigsegg. Tang Fei nearly lost control of the wheel, shaken.

“What is this…” Tang Fei was stunned, then performed a slow drift that looked weak compared to Zhang Xiaofan’s.

If not for his own car’s advantage, Tang Fei would have been left far behind.

Had this guy really mastered his car to such a degree? Such precise calculation, terrifying control…

Theoretically, this kind of drift was possible, but who dared lean the body so far at such speed? One mistake and it would flip.

Even slowing by a tenth of a second at the curve risked the car being flung off the cliff by inertia.

Yet this man had truly done it!