Peerless Genius System

Chapter 415: Start

"You mean it?"

Xiao Luo cocked an eyebrow and was intrigued by Lei Shijian's terms.

Lei Shijian looked down his nose and confidently pointed his thumb to his chest. "Of course, I mean what I say!" he said.

"And, if I win, what if you can't honor your promise, then what?" Xiao Luo asked.

Lei Shijian laughed and shook his head. He had a good look at Xiao Luo, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You're thinking too much, my brother. Reputation is the most important thing in this business, and it doesn't make sense to ruin our reputation for a mere 2.5 million dollars. If the word spreads, who would want to come and race at the Wild Wolf Mountain in the future? I'll be smashing my own rice bowl that way, won't I?"

"I'm saying 'what if,' that's all," Xiao Luo asserted.

The members of the Wild Wolf Mountain Motorsports team and the spectators had mocking smiles on their faces. It was obvious to them that Xiao Luo did not know who he was up against, and even dared to dream of winning the race. Many of them were wondering where he got his courage and confidence.

"My brother, if I fail to honor my promise, cripple my hands so that I can't drive anymore. Is that good enough for you?" Lei Shijian said.

"Good enough," Xiao Luo replied.

"By the way, after so much talking, where's your car?"

Lei Shijian looked around, keen to see what supercar Xiao Luo would be driving.

When the question popped up, Su Canye cringed and facepalmed. Not only did he feel stressed, but he was also thoroughly embarrassed by it. Everyone else was driving highly modified supercars, while their vehicle was a sub-200-thousand-dollar locally made Trumpchi. It was like the difference between a fully equipped player in pay-to-win gear against a bare-handed newbie wearing only a pair of shorts.

Without batting an eyelid, Xiao Luo gestured with his head toward his car and said, "That's my car."

Everyone turned in the direction where Xiao Luo gestured, but all they saw was a black Trumpchi and wondered if this was the car he meant. Its appearance and curvy design looked very high-end and wouldn't look out of place driven on the road. But in a racing venue like the Wild Wolf Mountain, it looked miserably shabby alongside the supercars used here.

"You're using this Trumpchi to compete against him?"

The question came from none other than Shen Qingyan. Looking at her incredulous expression, no one would blame Xiao Luo for not daring to nod and say yes, for Shen Qingyan looked like she would brutally beat Xiao Luo to death.

But, of course, Xiao Luo responded, "Yes."

The air was thick with anxiety, and the moment he confirmed it, the entire crowd fell into a sudden silence… but, the next second, peals of raucous laughter broke out across the ground.

"What the heck, he actually came with a domestic car? Is he trying to defy the Heavens or what?"

"Hahaha, he's not trying to defy the Heavens; he's trying to burrow into the ground!"

"What a mule, coming here to race without knowing anything. This is hilarious, hahaha…"

Some people even burst into tears, while Lei Shijian laughed so hard he could be seen slapping his thighs and jabbing his co-driver's shoulder, so much so that his laughter alone drowned out those around him.

"Are you stupid or what?" Shen Qingyan hissed as she glared at him, and she actually looked mad.

She pointed her finger at Xiao Luo's Trumpchi and said, "How can this toy car of yours compare with his supercar? Are you living in a dream?"

Su Li looked out toward Xiao Luo from the red Maserati, and even behind her sunglasses, her anxiety showed.

Xiao Luo ignored Shen Qingyan and turned to Lei Shijian. "When will the race begin?" he asked.

"Soon, hehe, hehe… soon!"

Lei Shijian's shoulders were still shaking from laughter, and he could hardly speak normally. It was like someone had tapped his acupoint that controlled the urge to laugh.

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In a short while, the three cars were lined up at the foot of the mountain, with the two burning gasoline drums marking the Start/ Finish line. Positioned from left to right were the Porsche Supercar, followed by the Maserati GranCabrio, and, finally, the Trumpchi.

All the drones assigned to the various road sections had lifted off into the air. A huge screen was mounted on the sidewall of the cargo compartment of a truck, and as video signals were received from the drones, they were played on the screen, keeping the spectators aware of the race situation at each road section.

Everyone had their eyes fixed on the huge silver screen, hardly blinking. The match-up between Wolf King and Queen, which had been long-awaited, was finally here, and the race was about to start. The spectators were thrilled and extremely excited, especially about the wager. If Queen lost, she would have to sleep with Wolf King—and, being the stunning beauty that she was, just the thought of it made their imaginations run wild and their blood vessels dilated.

On the internet, the Wild Wolf Mountain's forum was also boiling over as millions of its members were waiting for this thrilling race to start online.

"Likes for the Queen, how many of you support Queen?"

"Likes for Wolf King! Let's see how many of us brothers here support Wolf King?"

"Who's that guy in the Trumpchi? Why is he even getting into the race between Wolf King and Queen? Doesn't he feel ashamed?"

All sorts of posts would incessantly pop up on the Wild Wolf Mountain forum, but most followers would check the top posts dedicated to the live streaming footage, which they considered as good as a live broadcast.

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The rules were simple—the drivers were to race for three laps around the Wild Wolf Mountain circuit, and the first person who crossed the Start/ Finish line between the gasoline drums would be declared the winner.

When Shen Qingyan got into the Maserati, she turned to Su Li and said, "Li, if I tell you that your husband's an idiot, I suppose you won't feel too upset, right?"

Su Li had already taken off her sunglasses and was glancing over at the Trumpchi next to them. "Compared to his IQ, I am more concerned about where they got the money from," she said.

"That brother of yours has a whole network of evil associates, so he can easily gather 2.5 million just by asking around. Hah, it looks like they're both 'two-hundred-and-fives.' I help him win back 250, and they're going to toss 250 right back out again. No one can be dumber than these two," Shen Qingyan ranted, glaring angrily at the Trumpchi.

"You better keep your mind on the race. Let's not discuss this now, I will settle the accounts with them after the game," Su Li responded.

Shen Qingyan retracted her gaze from the Trumpchi and started focusing on getting into the mental zone.

"How confident you are in winning against Lei Shijian?" Su Li asked.

Shen Qingyan thought for a while and answered, "Seven to eight out of ten. His skills aren't bad. It was his overconfidence that lost him the previous two races. This time, he has even replaced his car with a really good one, so I think he'll be going all out this time. Seven or eight may even be an overestimate."

Su Li frowned at the odds. "Then why did you agree to that disgusting condition he proposed just now?" she asked.

Shen Qingyan smiled and said, "This is nothing. I had agreed to conditions worse than this when I was abroad; it just happened that the person wasn't so honored to let me serve him."

When she heard that, Su Li's frown intensified as she couldn't imagine anything more disgusting than the conditions proposed by Lei Shijian.

In the Trumpchi, Su Canye was sitting in the front next to Xiao Luo, and he looked depressed and was in abject misery. He was even considering suicide and looked as distressed as a person who had lost a five-million-dollar lottery ticket.

"Calm down, it will turn out fine. Everything in the present turns into the past," Xiao Luo said, trying to comfort him.

"How can I, when you're f*ckin racing against supercars with a Trumpchi? This is absolutely the most ridiculous thing anyone could ever do in this world. After the race, my sister will definitely kill me. Why are you laughing? Do you think she'll let you go too? She can even kill me, her own brother; do you think she'll not be bold enough to kill you, her cheap husband? You underestimate my sister… Oh, God, why is this happening to me now? Which ghost did I have the misfortune to bump into?"

Su Canye was already having visions of what was to come and anticipated being hung up and beaten by Su Li. The scene in his mind was absolutely terrifying! When Xiao Luo stole a glance at Su Canye, his face was covered in tears…

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