Chapter 435: My Crazy Brother

The 1,000 or so people were scattered on the stands, which could accommodate 28,400 people. They looked like sesame seeds.

The cheers and shouts that could be gathered could not even suppress the roar of an engine.

However, the moment Wang Yan suddenly accelerated and cut in, almost all 1,000 of them jumped up in unison and their cheers condensed into a cry of surprise --

Ah!

During the short cry of surprise, Wang Yan turned his head to look at the rapidly closing in R8 LMS GT3 body. His fingertips gently rested on the gear shifter, and his feet stepped on the brake slightly.

The sudden change of direction and acceleration caught Hum by surprise.

At this time, Ha was the drunkard driver who occupied the area near the middle line in the outer lane. He left a two-meter-long passage in the outer lane and then swayed towards the inner lane.

The first to swing over must be the front of the car, because it was an inner turn.

Then, just as the front of the car was swaying toward the bend, the body was not fully straight, Wang Yan, who was driving the 918, half-stepped on the brakes, and rammed the car horizontally.

This was a very common, but incorrect action.

To describe it simply -- if there was no R8, the 918 would have to cut in from the inner lane to the bend, and then only then, drift at a large angle, which will lose him a lot of speed. Lastly, he would finally put the front of the car straight, accelerate again, and cut out of T-3.

With Wang Yan's cutting angle and initial speed, the drift would turn his car be close to 180 degrees, resulting in a complete stall of roughly 0.8 seconds, leaving him with a speed of about 20 km/h at the end of the curve.

Accelerating again afterwards would waste at least five seconds -- maybe even eight.

If he did not have enough speed, Ha could easily wrap around Wang Yan and continue to suppress him.

One wave of this tactic was enough to make Hum vomit blood.

However, Wang Yan was extremely valiant. With a slight drift, he forcefully stuck to the R8 and used the back of the car to hit it with extreme precision.

Bang!

A violent collision sound exploded out in the center of the bend.

In this moment, he had both lost control and regained his dynamic balance. Wang Yan quickly straightened the front of the car, shifted the gears to lower gear, released the brakes, and stepped on the accelerator. The speed of the car dropped and then increased sharply!

The 918 brushed up a row of sparks, broke away from close contact with the R8, and increased its speed back to over 70 km/h .

F*ck!

Ha cursed angrily. Controlling the endless panic in his heart, he gripped the steering wheel tightly and turned as he stepped hard on the brakes.

The R8 rushed out of the track and bounced on the belt for a long time, leaving a long trail of dust behind. It stopped horizontally in front of the interception net.

The airbag didn't eject, which means the collision wasn't violent.

But by the time Hum looked up in anger at the 918, there were only two taillights left in the smoke and fog.

F*ck!

Study the anti-pollution system!

Ha hammered the steering wheel with both hands, steps on the accelerator three times, brakes four times, and then, bang, gets what he wants.

The airbag finally popped out.

His face was pale.

The change was so sudden that it happened in almost a second, and it ended in the next three seconds. Everyone was stunned.

It was not until the airbag began to calm Hum down that the "captain" upstairs finally reacted.

"Rubbish! Where did this f*cking mental illness come from?"

This group of young masters had seen many accidents, but they had never seen such a person who took the initiative to cheat on the track.

Firstly, the car was too expensive. Not only did it cost hundreds of thousands, but it was also unable to be repaired in this country and had to be returned to the factory. Within a few months, there would be no thrill in driving such a car.

Secondly, the wealth to be lost was shocking. Each race basically played with their lives. Everytime there was some risk they had to take, they would say "Amitabha" and take a step back.

Ha's repeated jumps were quite annoying, but they were not unsolvable.

After exiting T-3 corner, the race track became wider, there were many opportunities to overtake someone. Who would have thought that Wang Yan would be so resolute?

The group of young masters was shaken badly and could not help but start cursing.

"Damn it, that son of a b*ch is cheating!"

"He's playing tricks with men, right? I really don't believe it!"

"If anything happens to little Ha, I'll f*cking kill that son of a b*tch!"

He was already in a bad mood, and now the crowd was even more furious.

The leader, Young Master Hong, was still able to maintain his calm. He immediately consoled Hum through the walkie-talkie.

"Hum, it's good that you're okay. The mission is complete. That son of a b*tch lost at least five seconds in this wave. Well Done!"

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Ha came back to his senses and found that his protective suit was extremely sticky. He was drenched in cold sweat.

He struggled to get out of the car and shivered when he was blown by the sea breeze in Shanghai during winter.

However, when he heard his Big Brother's praise, he felt that it was not that bad.

"Ha! I'm alright! I originally wanted to perish together with that grandson. He's smart enough to run fast!"

He inserted his hands into his waist, held his head high and puffed out his chest. Gradually, he no longer felt cold.

Young Master Hong immediately informed Hum on the frequency. "Hum, Ha is useless. Be careful and wait for my command!"

"Ha! With such a huge advantage, the champion might not necessarily be Milson!"

Hum was already 15 seconds ahead of Wang Yan. The distance was far away. Not only was he not in a hurry to slow down and fight to the death, he even developed a sense of ambition.

Young Master Hong's voice became a little hurried, and his tone was serious. "Speed off first, but don't underestimate the enemy. That kid is not easy to deal with!"

Ha did not respond. He focused as much as he could and sped along the straight road at the T-6 Bend. He adjusted his route, adjusted his state, and adjusted his confidence and ambition.

He was leading in front and could not see what was happening behind him. Ha's mentality of taking advantage of people was completely different from the people upstairs.

What are you afraid of, Dior!

If you give me such a huge advantage, I'll kill anyone who comes near me!

However, the people upstairs were getting more and more nervous.

T-4 and T-5 were extremely wide-angle bends, so there was basically no need to slow down.

Everyone watched as the 918 used the shortest time to accelerate to close to 300 km/h, then slowed down to 235 km/h in the prime position, followed by slowing to a constant speed of 100 km/h before accurately cutting into T-6 at a 10-degree angle.

The flow of the turn was smooth, as if it was not affected by everything happening around him at all.

"F*ck, has he grown a heart?"

Wang Siming leaned against the window, staring with his mouth agape, and could not help but exclaimed, "That's a mad dog, right?"

In another room, Li Yixu and Brother Hu were so nervous that they were about to hug each other, cheering on endlessly.

"Faster, faster, you're the best!"

"Fierce, so fierce! Brother Wang, if you win, I will worship you!"

However, the distance between them was still not very obvious, and the suspense was still there.

In the previous wave, Ha seemed to have suffered a lot, but his strategic intention was achieved in the end.

Wang Yan had no choice but to choose to slightly collide with the other party. Drifting, coupled with a collision and an unconventional cutting corner, he had lost a whole five seconds.

However, Wang Yan's strategic intention was also achieved.

With the smallest loss, he shook off Ha and returned to the right track.

The unlucky Ha directly summoned his airbag and was forced to withdraw from the race. It was an unexpected surprise, but it did not affect the overall situation.

Even if he could not get rid of Ha's sabotage in one go, this collision could still greatly reduce the pressure of the next off-board move.

I'm super fierce, are you afraid?

Anyone would be afraid.

No matter how good the safety performance of these supercars were, it was still a race with each running at 200 km/h. Once a car was overturned, the risk of death was high.

They were all rich, powerful, and beautiful young masters. Who dared to say that they were ready to die?

This was the most important purpose of this adventure.

It was to set an example for all the drivers behind and let them carry this pressure to the race track.

It would be the end of them if Wang Yan were to go crazy and catch up with them.

As expected, from the earphones came the surprised cheers of a young lady.

"Wow! Milson made a mistake! The rear wheel of his car went onto the belt at T-3 and slipped for a few seconds!"

The mistake was not big, but it was a sign.

Now, it was Young Master Pan and Hum who were performing better.

Seeing it with their own eyes was so much more different compared to hearing it through their headphones.

The latter would not have put such great psychological pressure on them.

But don't worry, it will be your turn soon.

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