CHAPTER 642: CHAPTER 0560: THE REGRETFUL QIU YING

"It seems like when you get to the foot of the mountain, that car won’t be able to catch up!"

Wei Wuming said confidently, "I won’t let it appear in my rearview mirror again."

Just as he finished speaking, his interior rearview mirror was suddenly filled with light.

"What?"

The two people in the car were both shocked. Wei Wuming looked at the rearview mirror incredulously. The Ferrari was firmly following behind him, getting closer and closer.

"How could this be?"

Wei Wuming felt that he was experiencing the most incomprehensible thing of his life. He had clearly left Ye Lei behind, so why was the car catching up now?

With no time to think, he could only control the car, swaying left and right, constantly blocking the Ferrari’s path, not giving it a chance to overtake.

"Did they actually catch up?"

Ye Lei and Qiu Ying whispered to themselves, looking at Ye Qingfeng with eyes full of admiration and shock.

The Lamborghini continuously blocked the Ferrari, and the next few bends were gentle with no chance for overtaking.

"Hmph, so what if you catch up? As long as I keep blocking you, you can’t surpass me!"

Wei Wuming sneered in his heart.

After a few more gentle curves, Wei Wuming suddenly thought of something. The Lamborghini’s brake lights lit up, slowing down, and moved to the right outer line.

But the Ferrari didn’t slow down at all, directly plunging into the left inner line, surpassing the Lamborghini.

"Hmph, eager for success!" Wei Wuming sneered, "After this gentle left bend, there’s a very sharp right turn. If you don’t slow down, you’ll understeer and slide straight down the hill!"

He slowed down deliberately, thinking that the Ferrari would crash through the guardrail on the sharp right turn and slide down the hill. Although with Ye Lei’s skills, the people in the car would be safe, he was sure to lose the race.

After the gentle left bend, Qiu Ying and Ye Lei saw the large and sharp right turn ahead and felt a chill of fear.

It was too late to ask Ye Qingfeng to slow down.

Only Ye Qingfeng remained calm, his expression serene.

Just after completing the gentle left bend, the Ferrari didn’t change direction but kept the car at an almost sixty-degree inclination to the left against the bend.

In the next moment, Ye Qingfeng slightly lifted his right foot, releasing the accelerator, suddenly turning right. The Ferrari’s body instantly counter-steered, casting a long shadow, gracefully drifting through the sharp right turn, and disappearing from Wei Wuming’s sight.

"What?"

Wei Wuming’s eyes widened, his mouth twitching violently, stunned by the Junior War King’s impressive drift, while Yu Shuang was also shaken, replaying the scene in her mind repeatedly.

"Was that an inertial drift?"

Wei Wuming’s expression turned extremely unpleasant, the confidence in his eyes slowly fading away.

Inertial drift, using the car’s inertia to perform a reverse drift, is incredibly difficult for anyone but a soul-level driver in the racing world. To execute such a perfect inertial drift on this course, the driver’s skill had reached a godlike, indescribable level.

"Defeated!"

At this moment, only these two words echoed in Wei Wuming’s mind.

The Ferrari drifted as gracefully as the wind, leaving the Lamborghini completely out of sight. Wei Wuming’s expression was extremely ugly, while Yu Shuang was amazed but didn’t dare utter any exclamations.

Those watching the computer tracking were all stunned, witnessing the Ferrari’s miraculous comeback from such a huge starting disadvantage, now surpassing the competition.

Not only that, but the distance widened, with the two cars now a kilometer apart and continuing to increase.

Ye Qingfeng drove down to the foot of the mountain, made a sharp drift turn, and rushed again towards the mountain top.

Ye Lei and Qiu Ying remained silent, their words stuck in their throats.

Such breathtaking driving skills far exceeded those of international racing masters, controlling the vehicle as if part of the body. Who could possibly achieve this?

At a midway point, the Ferrari and Lamborghini passed each other, and Wei Wuming’s heart was filled with despair.

"Truly defeated!"

Now, he was half a lap behind, a gap of at least three to four kilometers, making any comeback seem utterly impossible.

Ye Qingfeng found an empty bend and stopped the car, allowing Ye Lei to switch back to the driver’s seat.

"Brother Lei, drive up normally, he won’t catch up!"

After saying this, Ye Qingfeng leaned back in the rear seat, closing his eyes to rest, ignoring everything around him.

Ye Lei suppressed his shock and started the Ferrari to head up the mountain.

When the Ferrari reached the top of the mountain, many people cheered, but most wore gloomy expressions, their faces ashen.

They were all members of the Black Tiger Association, and Wei Wuming was considered their ’god.’ Yet now, this lofty existence had lost the race—and lost so thoroughly.

Ye Lei got out of the car, with Ye Qingfeng beside him, waiting for Wei Wuming’s Lamborghini to arrive.

After about three minutes, the Lamborghini appeared in the crowd’s view.

Wei Wuming got out of the car, smiling, but the slight twitching of his eye corner revealed his inner turmoil.

"Ye Lei, you won, the top seed position is yours!"

Despite his reluctance, with so many witnesses, he couldn’t break his word, displaying a magnanimous front.

"That was inevitable!"

Ye Lei nodded slightly, sneaking a glance at Ye Qingfeng.

Winning the position depended entirely on Ye Qingfeng, leaving him with many unanswered questions.

Ye Qingfeng, with one hand in his pocket, stood against the car gazing at the cliff, drawing countless female eyes his way. Compared to Wei Wuming and the Yanjing elites like Ye Lei, Ye Qingfeng was even more handsome, with a captivating, depth-filled gaze.

Qiu Ying stood quietly to the side, feeling complex and heavy, as if a giant leaf filled her heart, suffocating her.

"Ye Qingfeng, you..."

She finally mustered the courage to speak, but Ye Qingfeng cut her off before she finished.

"I know what you want to ask!"

"However, everything no longer matters..."

Ye Qingfeng chuckled lightly, his expression slightly teasing.

"To say the least, I should thank you. If it weren’t for your pursuit of free love, asking Uncle Gang to call off our engagement, I would’ve had a hard time handling this!"

"Now everyone is happy, we have nothing to do with each other. You pursue your love, and I’ll pursue mine!"

After speaking, Ye Qingfeng turned away without looking at Qiu Ying and got into the car.

Qiu Ying stood frozen, her beautiful eyes fixed in place.

The unrivaled prodigy of his generation, the true top Devil, the figure God-like in the hearts of Yanjing’s youth like Yu Yaosheng, was her fiancé.

What’s worse, blinded by Yanjing’s rumors, she disdainfully withdrew from such a prodigious young genius, pushing such an excellent husband away.

"Why did it turn out this way?"

Ye Lei drove Ye Qingfeng away, while she remained standing, sorrowful and unable to understand, feeling a deep urge to cry aloud.

She always believed she was smart, but today she became the biggest fool in the world.