Ms. Bigshot Is Pampered by All

Chapter 120: Chapter 119: Here It Comes

Chi Gui was inquiring Chi Mingkun about the situation of this mountain road.

It had been several years, and the road was built later; she had never raced on it.

However, listening to Chi Mingkun’s narrative, she had roughly constructed a three-dimensional map of the mountain road in her mind.

As they were speaking, a brash voice came over, “Chi Mingkun, you’ve looked all day and only found this help? Haha, don’t cry and refuse to leave the Racing World if you lose the race later!”

Chi Mingkun’s face darkened.

Chi Gui indifferently turned her gaze and saw Zhang Ziyi and four men approaching.

The four men looked to be at least in their thirties, varying in shapes and attitudes, but each bore a hint of contempt on their faces.

“Hello, my name is Lin Ziyang,” said the tall, skinny man at the forefront, greeting her in a relatively calm tone, “I’ll probably be your only opponent today.”

As he spoke, Chi Mingkun snorted coldly.

The rules of the race were to decide the winner in three rounds, with the choice of either uphill or downhill races, continue if you win, or switch players if you lose.

Lin Ziyang’s words clearly implied that he alone could easily defeat Chi Mingkun’s entire team.

The expression on the faces of those standing behind Chi Mingkun also looked terrible.

Being so utterly underestimated, yet lacking the strength to refute, was incredibly frustrating!

Meanwhile, Chi Gui’s expression remained indifferent, unchanged, “It’s windy, be careful not to sprain your tongue.”

Lin Ziyang was stunned, then realizing the implication of Chi Gui’s words, he laughed, “That wasn’t an exaggeration. I’ve seen your racing videos, you have some skills from an amateur perspective, but you are still far from our level.”

Chi Gui smiled in response, not saying a word.

Lin Ziyang didn’t say anything more either; young people in racing are often proud, he had seen many, and very few could actually make it further.

“It’s ten o’clock. Chi Mingkun, we should start the race,” Zhang Ziyi glanced at his watch and smiled, “Who’s going first?”

Having suffered a great loss last time, he was burning with resentment but dared not resort to underhanded tactics any longer.

Chi Mingkun was like a fuse, easily ignited, which played right into his hands.

This time, he was determined to force Chi Mingkun and his bizarre sister out of the Racing World!

“What’s the rush, my team members haven’t arrived yet!” Chi Mingkun frowned impatiently, his anxiety almost spilling out.

“Ha, I’d advise you not to waste your effort,” Zhang Ziyi smugly pointed at the four men behind him, “finding someone better than them in the country… impossible…”

Before he could finish his sentence, suddenly a domineering roar of an engine came from afar.

Everyone present, whether from Zhang Ziyi’s side or Chi Mingkun’s, except for Chi Gui, looked shocked.

Lin Ziyang abruptly turned his head, his eyes filled with shock looking towards the direction of the sound, “This engine…”

Those in racing cherished engines deeply; even someone as unskilled as Chi Mingkun cherished different engines like treasures.

Just from the sound alone, a name of an engine surfaced unanimously in everyone’s minds—TURRE!

The dream engine that all racers coveted!

Yet this engine had only a few hundred units produced worldwide; you couldn’t buy it unless you were a major player, no matter how wealthy you were!

“This, this is…”

In Lin Ziyang’s bewildered voice, a pale blue race car coolly drifted a tail-flick maneuver, coming to a smooth stop not far away.

Then, the car door opened—