PEERLESS GENIUS SYSTEM II

Chapter 287: Godly Car

The current positions in the race were unbelievable, no less a miracle!

The silent crowd slowly began stirring at first, and soon loud cheers broke out as the people got fired up once again. Their reactions this time were even more intense than the first two laps, inspired by the romping exploits of the two unknown underdogs riding in the lowly-rated Trumpchi SUV. In fact, many of the fans now were squarely behind them, supporting and cheering them on.

"Unbelievable, this domestic car is simply unbelievable! It looks like it's going to do God's work!"

"Hey, it's already doing God's work!"

"This Trumpchi is like a ghost, and I'm rooting for it from now on, do your best, Trumpchi!"

Rousing cheers for Xiao Luo's Trumpchi were beginning to be heard among the crowd, one after another, and it didn't seem like it was about to stop any time soon. While, in the forum, a deluge of posts regarding the Trumpchi had already exploded, with countless messages flowing in rapidly like bamboo shoots sprouting after a spring rain. It was a compelling "David versus Goliath" match-up, and being able to catch up with the two modified supercars instantly cemented the Trumpchi's status as a "Godly Car."

Compared to the driver of the Trumpchi, Lei Shijian and Shen Qingyan both appeared dull and lifeless in the fans' eyes. The fact that a domestic car could catch up to their supercars was every bit a sharp slap across their faces. This was as good as admitting that, had Xiao Luo been driving a supercar, he would already have been streets ahead of them.

"Where did this b*stard come out from? This is way too ridiculous!"

Lei Shijian had a bad feeling about this, and his earlier self-confidence had all but disappeared. His opponent had caught up with him just by driving a Trumpchi; if he had not witnessed something like this with his own eyes, he would have refused to believe such a thing was possible, even with a gun pointed at his head.

"Boss, you can't have a breakdown now. If you lose, you'll have to compensate five million dollars to that man," his co-driver said.

"Scr*w your mum! If you say something that unlucky again, I'm going to throw you out of this vehicle while going at full speed!"

Lei Shijian fumed when he heard those comments, for he was rather superstitious, and there were many things that you couldn't say to him before or during a race. To mention something as bad as this was basically a jinx as far as he was concerned.

The man shut his mouth immediately.

Trailing in the Maserati, Shen Qingyan looked at the tail lights of the Trumpchi, still in shock. "I've underestimated this jerk once again. Li, your man, is not a simple guy. If you have a chance, you should properly investigate him," she said, "The first time I saw him, I knew he was different, and I even heard that Yang Hongzhi is now mentally unstable and going crazy. I don't know what the reason might be, but you never know, it could be related to him."

Su Li didn't say anything, and she stared right in front without blinking, deep in thought—he possessed unbelievable basketball skills, had mastery over four foreign languages, and now he had just displayed god-like driving skills; no matter how one looked at it, there was no way Xiao Luo was an ordinary person. Su Li suddenly felt that she hardly knew anything about Xiao Luo and realized that whatever she knew about him was merely the tip of the iceberg.

In the Trumpchi, Su Canye's face was as white as a sheet, he looked terrible, and he felt even worse. Being a competitive racer himself, he should already have gotten used to drifting at high speeds, but in the little time that he had spent riding in this Trumpchi with Xiao Luo, he finally had to admit that he couldn't handle it at all. To be more precise, it wasn't that he wasn't used to drifting, but rather, it was the death-defying way that his brother-in-law, Xiao Luo, drove that he couldn't get used to, and his head was in a perpetual spin.