Chapter 422: As Everyone Hoped

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

To see the Trumpchi lose control and fly off a cliff was a horrifying sight, but who would’ve imagined that the race would take such a strange twist? To the fans who were following the race, the Trumpchi’s miraculous escape from the brink of disaster was simply unbelievable, and many were still asking themselves what had actually happened and how on Earth the Trumpchi had pulled it off.

“What the heck is that?”

Lei Shijian had just brought his Porsche around the U-bend, and when he looked up ahead in the distance, he saw the flashing headlights of a vehicle crashing over the cliff at Devil’s Corner. Incredibly, it was spinning across the ravine toward the stretch of road that Lei Shijian was now driving on—his jaws dropped, and he was shocked beyond words!

“B-boss… Trumpchi, it’s that Trumpchi! It’s… it’s flying across from the cliff…”

Lei Shijian’s co-driver was equally shocked and stuttered as he pointed the Trumpchi spinning across the ravine, like a tornado in the air. Had he not witnessed it first hand, he would never have believed it.

In the Red Maserati, both Shen Qingyan and Su Li were astounded, and their eyes bulged as they stared incredulously at the Trumpchi, which was flying across the ravine. Its trajectory seemed like it would be landing in the road up ahead.

And, true enough, a moment later, the Trumpchi landed on the same road that Lei Shinjian and Shen Qingyan had just turned into after going through Devil’s corner. Clearing the 20-meter gap over the ravine, the Trumpchi landed perfectly at a low angle and immediately started skidding out of control from the spin. Xiao Luo counter-steered, controlling the drift, and soon, the Trumpchi found its traction and zoomed toward the finish line.

Incredible, it soared some twenty meters across the ravine!

Shen Qingyan gasped and muttered, “Is that bastard some kind of a god?”

She had always regarded herself as an excellent racecar driver and tended to look down on everyone else. However, when she saw Xiao Luo’s Trumpchi flipping over the guardrail at Devil’s Corner, and then soaring over the ravine to land safely in front of her, she had to admit to herself that the gap between Xiao Luo and her was as wide as the distance of that jump. She may have been able to learn his inside drift technique, to replicate the “tornado” stunt at Devil’s Corner would be simply beyond her.

The “tornado” technique went beyond technical skills—it needed extraordinary mental fortitude and raw courage to successfully pull off this move, and she possessed neither of those.

“He’s recklessly gambling with his life!”

Su Li had just recovered from the shock, and she disproved of Xiao Luo’s risky maneuver completely. It was pure luck that he had landed safely, and had anything gone wrong in the process, both her husband and brother would have died right there and then. She could not bear to lose either of them.

A raucous cheer broke out at the foot of Wild Wolf Mountain, and thousands of ecstatic fans following the feed in the forum were posting raves—all the people cheered wildly for Xiao Luo’s incredible heroics. Screams and shouts resounded across the ground as everyone paid homage to that special and unique maneuver from the Trumpchi. The commentator came on the mic once again and said, “He made it… the Trumpchi made it! this is absolutely the most breathtaking moment at the Wild Wolf Mountain challenge since we started racing here… it was simply majestic, an incredible performance, I’m sure you all agree!”

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With the Trumpchi’s maneuver, the race was approaching the final stretch before the finish line…

At the point of the jump, Trumpchi had a lead of over two hundred meters, and he pushed through several more bends after Devil’s corner to extend the lead to five hundred meters.

Shen Qingyan was right behind Trumpchi, while Lei Shijian was training behind the Maserati. However, the two supercars were now going at breakneck speed and beginning to catch up with the Trumpchi after they cleared the last of the winding sections of Wild Wolf Mountain. Back at the foot of Wild Wolf Mountain, a chorus of cheers and incessant shouts of encouragement for the Trumpchi reverberated across the ground. It was the same on the forum as everyone was rooting for the Trumpchi to win this race.

The commentator came back on the air, and his voice was amplified by the sound system and echoed across the valleys of Wild Wolf Mountain. “It’s the final lap, we’re here at the final lap… let’s see if the Trumpchi can keep its lead right to the finish line! Keep going, Trumpchi, keep going, my God of Racing!” he enthused. He even clenched his fist as he cheered for the Trumpchi.

The three vehicles were speeding like demons toward the two flaming oil barrels right at the foot of Wild Wolf Mountain.

The black Trumpchi was still in the lead, with the red Maserati following closely behind, while the silver Porsche was last and desperately trying to catch up.

“First place is mine; nobody can take it away!”

Filled with anxiety, Lei Shijian clenched his teeth and floored the gas pedal.

This was equivalent to the last lap in a marathon race where the runners would push themselves and expend every ounce of their remaining strength to sprint to the endpoint, and undoubtedly, the three cars were also at their limit.

“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.

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