?50: Chapter 49 Lamborghini Racing Speed 50: Chapter 49 Lamborghini Racing Speed “I’m not interested in that broken Sagitar.

    If you lose, how about letting this little girl be my sister?” Li Bao’s face revealed a sinister smile.

    Wang Dadong did not answer, but his brows furrowed deeply.

    “What do you think?

    This deal is actually in your favor, after all, I am very good to my sisters.” Li Bao’s mouth split into a grin, displaying his large yellow teeth, an utterly disgusting sight.

    That was a Lamborghini, and if he lost, he just had to let Li Bao call her his sister.

    The deal did seem to be in Wang Dadong’s favor.

    Although Li Bao said it was about her becoming his sister, Wang Dadong knew very well what he had in mind.

    Moreover, the Lamborghini originally belonged to Lin Shir.

    If he lost again, it would be a loss compounded with the humiliation of defeat; Li Bao’s calculations seemed impeccable.

    A cold look flashed over Wang Dadong’s face, “You’d better not lay a finger on her, or I’ll make sure you die an ugly death.”

    “Whoa, the kid’s got quite the mouth on him, but you don’t seem to realize whose turf this is,” Li Bao whistled and workers fixing cars, sweeping the floor, and racing all looked in their direction immediately.

    “See that?

    These are all my people,” Li Bao said with a smug smile.

    Wang Dadong seemed oblivious to the malevolent gazes around him and said indifferently, “I cannot accept these terms, propose something else.”

    “Fine, I agree to your terms,” Lin Shir suddenly spoke up at that moment.

    “Shishi, don’t mess around,” Wang Dadong frowned.

    Even though he was sure he wouldn’t lose, he would not use Lin Shir as a stake in the bet.

    Lin Shir looked at Wang Dadong and asked seriously, “Brother-in-law, are you going to lose?”

    “No.” Wang Dadong answered decisively.

    Reassured by Wang Dadong’s certainty, Lin Shir smiled and said, “Shishi also believes brother-in-law won’t lose.

    So, what does it matter what we bet with them?”

    “Hey, are you even a man?

    Even the little girl has agreed; what are you hesitating for?” The crowd around them started to jeer.

    Wang Dadong sighed, “Alright then.”

    After all, he wouldn’t lose.

    And if he did, he could still back out of it—these street racing punks weren’t worthy of his attention.

    He intended to win back Lin Shiyan’s car through racing just to keep a low profile.

    Otherwise, he wouldn’t have bothered with racing; he could have simply taken the car by force.

    Violence is the fastest way to solve problems.

    Soon, the race began.

    This race attracted many people again, as the stake was a Lamborghini Gallardo worth over three million yuan—an extravagant gamble for these underground racers.

    Moreover, it involved whether Lin Shir had to become Li Bao’s sister—not a little provocative.

    Soon, the Lamborghini and the Sagitar were side by side at the starting line.

    “What?

    Am I seeing this right?

    A broken-down Sagitar is going to race a Lamborghini?”

    “Yeah, and he’s even racing against Brother Bao, known as the top young race car driver in Jiangdu.

    He’s asking for it.”

    “Looks like the little girl is not only going to lose her car today but also has to lose herself.”

    Everyone looked at Wang Dadong as if he were a joke—not to mention that the two cars were worlds apart, Li Bao’s driving skills were well recognized.

    Even if they were driving the same car, on the Jiangdu City Underground Racing Track, the number of people who could beat Li Bao could be counted on one hand.

    To use a Sagitar to win against Li Bao’s Lamborghini?

    Even a divine racer would probably find that an impossible task.

    Seeing Li Bao risk the just-won Lamborghini in a race, Lin Shir’s face also showed deep worry.

    The disparity between the two cars was like that between a train and a bicycle; racing a bicycle against a train was simply impossible.

    The reason Chen Hao lost was because Li Bao drove a Porsche, which was not much different than a Lamborghini in performance.

    Moreover, Lin Shir now realized that Chen Hao had intentionally lost to Li Bao.

    As for Wang Dadong, he casually lit a cigarette, took a drag, then smiled and said to Lin Shir outside the car, “Shishi, you really don’t need to be so nervous.”

    Lin Shir clenched her little fists, saying with some grievance, “Of course you’re not nervous.

    You’re not the one who has to become his sister.”

    She wrinkled her little nose as she spoke, absolutely adorable.

    Wang Dadong was suddenly at a loss for words, scratching his head awkwardly, “Ahem, don’t worry, your brother-in-law won’t lose.

    Even if he does, he won’t let those beasts bully you.”

    Looking at Wang Dadong inside the Sagitar, still leisurely smoking a cigarette, Li Bao shook his head mockingly—truly a calf not afraid of tigers.

    Vroom vroom!

    The race had yet to start, but the Lamborghini’s engine was already emitting a thunderous roar as if taunting Wang Dadong.

    Ready?

    The pretty car babe in a bikini raised the flag in her hand.

    GO!

    As the flag dropped, the Lamborghini shot out like a wild horse breaking free, speeding away rapidly.

    A luxury sports car is a luxury sports car for a reason—the acceleration was undeniable.

    In just about five seconds, the Lamborghini had already reached a hundred meters.

    Looking at the Sagitar, it was just leisurely getting started.

    Everyone shook their heads, completely ignorant of their own limits.

    They were already lagging by seven or eight blocks at the starting line, with no chance of competing.

    In their eyes, the only way the Sagitar could win against the Lamborghini was if the beat-up car suddenly grew wings.

    “Brother-in-law, you have to catch up,” Lin Shir urged anxiously as the Lamborghini threatened to disappear from view.

    Although Lin Shir liked racing, she never raced herself, so her understanding of cars was quite limited.

    Now, on the straightway, even if Wang Dadong were the reincarnation of a racing god, he would never be able to catch up with the Lamborghini on a straight path.

    After all, the difference in zero to one hundred meter acceleration between the Sagitar and the Lamborghini was too great, and it’s not something that can be made up for with just skill.

    However, Wang Dadong wasn’t without a chance of winning.

    Most of the track consisted of curves, and no matter how quick the Lamborghini was, it would have to slow down for the turns.

    Soon, the Lamborghini reached the first curve.

    As expected, Li Bao’s driving skills were quite astonishing.

    Even for the curve, he didn’t slow down much.

    The Lamborghini beautifully drifted through the turn, vanishing from everyone’s sight.

    The Sagitar was still over two hundred meters from the entrance to the turn by then.

    The difference was clear!

    “Little girl, I think you might as well just keep Brother Bao company.

    If that security guard could win, I’ll take my head off and let you use it as a stool to sit on.”

    “Exactly, with Brother Leopard, you’re guaranteed to live the good life,” Li Bao’s underlings teased Lin Shir off and on, but it was merely lip service for the most part.

    After all, their boss hadn’t given the word, and no one dared to actually touch Lin Shir.

    Actually, Lin Shir was quite worried at that moment.

    She had never seen Wang Dadong race before.

    The reason she had agreed to such a seemingly ludicrous challenge was mainly because she was so eager to win back Lin Shiyan’s car.

    Now, thinking about it, she seemed a little impulsive.

    Even someone as unfamiliar with cars as her understood the chances of the Sagitar winning against the Lamborghini were virtually zero.

    What should I do, what should I do?

    Should I call my older sister?

    As time passed, Lin Shir grew increasingly anxious but managed to restrain herself from calling Lin Shiyan.

    However, if Wang Dadong lost, she definitely planned to call Lin Shiyan—there was no way she would become what’s-his-name, Brother Bao’s little sister.

    Since the race was called Deadly Eighteen Turns, it meant there were a total of eighteen curves along a ten-kilometer track.

    If it were a straight path, the Lamborghini could complete the entire distance in less than five minutes.

    But due to the many and each extremely sharp turns, even Li Bao driving the Lamborghini would need around eight minutes to finish.

    However, this was already considered a very good result.

    After all, even real race car drivers would only be able to complete it within just over six minutes.

    Li Bao believed that within the small Jiangdu City, only a few people could achieve this feat, let alone considering the fact that the competing car was a Volkswagen Sagitar.

    This race, he, Li Bao, was sure to win!