Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 910 - 907: King of the Curve

The sports car roared like a beast unleashed, engines howling, speeding forward, covering a hundred meters in just seconds.

Of course, there was one exception—Lin Tian’s domestic car. With just a glance, the five sports cars had already charged ahead, leaving him several car lengths behind.

Even stranger, while the sports cars’ engines roared deeply when accelerating, the domestic car’s engine was quiet, drowned out in the roar of the sports cars. It was like a silent white ghost, gliding forward.

"He must be sent by God as a comedian," the rich kids commented, looking at the lagging Lin Tian.

"No doubt, Twelve Young Master will take the first place again tonight. His cornering skills are unmatched!"

The group, rather than watching a racing competition, seemed to be there just to watch Twelve Young Master perform.

At this moment, Lin Tian wasn’t flooring the accelerator. He was observing the situation ahead—Three Rings Twelve Young Master was in the lead, running steadily, followed by Mo Mingda’s silver Ferrari in second place.

What Lin Tian didn’t know was that Mo Mingda had just modified his own red Ferrari, intending to compete against Three Rings Twelve Young Master tonight. However, before the race even began, he lost the red Ferrari on a bet.

As a result, he was driving another car that didn’t feel right—a non-modified one. A Ferrari that isn’t modified has performance that’s over ten percent weaker. frёewebnoѵēl.com

So Mo Mingda watched Twelve Young Master ahead, unable to catch up, left to eat dust, cursing Lin Tian under his breath countless times.

"Miss Xiao Ru, close your eyes; I’m going to speed up."

"Let’s experience the latest research product from the Yun Family Laboratory. Let’s show these kids from Huaxia that domestic cars can be awesome too!" Lin Tian said loudly, feeling an inexplicable sense of ritual and pride.

Having said that, he pressed the accelerator to the floor, feeling as if someone had given him a hard push from behind, and the car shot forward like a ghost.

Even with her eyes closed, An Xiaoru screamed in fright. Overcome with curiosity, she peeked and was stunned by the scene outside the car.

Scenery on both sides sped away rapidly, people hadn’t even been seen clearly before they were passed, creating the illusion that she might fly away any second.

The rich kids had a different experience; they were pointing at Lin Tian’s domestic car, but suddenly, the car accelerated with unexpected speed. Within seconds, the domestic car caught up with the last sports car.

"What... what is going on?" someone exclaimed in disbelief.

"Could it be a modified car just wearing a domestic car shell?"

"It shouldn’t be. Listen carefully. When the engine accelerates, the sound is not loud. The few cars in front, even at such distance, their engine’s roar is still overwhelming. The contrast is bizarre."

"So why is that?"

"You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"

"Look, it’s overtaking, overtaking..." Someone shouted out.

Turns out Lin Tian’s car had overtaken the last one, and not only that, his acceleration seemed unending as he quickly overtook another. In an instant, he was side by side with Mo Mingda’s Ferrari.

Mo Mingda noticed a car catching up and glimpsed to see Lin Tian’s "junk car," leaving him in shock. With performance-matched sports cars, overtaking on a straight path when speed is stable is almost impossible.

But Lin Tian’s "junk car" continuously overtook others and now reached second place. How could this not shock him?

"Brother Mo, I’m in a hurry to get back, so I won’t wait for you," Lin Tian shouted to Mo Mingda.

Mo Mingda was dumbfounded, what did Jianghu’s doctor mean by this? Could it be that he wanted to overtake me?

While he was thinking this, Lin Tian had already overtaken him, rushing towards the number one, Twelve Young Master. The spectators were dumbstruck; a domestic car was actually challenging Three Rings Twelve Young Master.

"Wow, it caught up, it’s actually caught up," someone shouted out.

"No way, is he going to overtake even Twelve Young Master?"

"How’s that possible? Don’t you see, the first corner is just ahead. What’s Twelve Young Master’s other nickname? The King of Corners! Twelve Young Master always takes corners with full inside pressure, and only Twelve Young Master dares to risk the danger of car destruction and death to do so."

"Even if that Jianghu doctor is temporarily tied for first, once they pass the corner, Twelve Young Master will gain at least one car’s length of advantage with his inside cornering." A seemingly expert person explained enthusiastically.

"With Twelve Young Master’s aggressive drive, the one-car advantage will only widen, eventually leaving everyone far behind, got it?"

"Look quickly, Twelve Young Master is reducing speed; he’s going for an inside cutting corner." Someone called out loudly using binoculars.

"Didn’t I say, this is Twelve Young Master’s special skill, not something anyone can learn. So far, no one dares to do it because they’re afraid of dying." The expert boasted proudly.

"Do you know why Twelve Young Master never brings a racing girl along in competitions?"

"Why not?"

"You think he doesn’t like women? You’re wrong. Once, while drinking, he privately told me that every time he corners, he’s walking with death. He’s unsure when he might slip up, and the consequence would be car destruction and death. He doesn’t want a racing girl to risk that with him," the expert marveled.

"But what if that doctor doesn’t slow down at the corner, wouldn’t he surpass Twelve Young Master?" Someone asked.

The surrounding people turned to look at him as if he were an idiot.

"The current speed is at least close to 200 kilometers per hour. Taking the corner at this speed without slowing down will surely result in a car flip. You’ll be collecting a corpse," the expert scornfully remarked.

But just as he finished, his face froze with astonishment because, incredibly, the domestic car didn’t slow down entering the corner.

"Darn, something’s going wrong, that doctor isn’t slowing down for the corner. It’s over, there’ll be casualties!" the expert shouted anxiously.

Everyone noticed this, mouths agape, staring in disbelief as the domestic car barreled into the corner at full speed, their minds flashing the scene of the car flying off the road, ending in destruction and death.

"Quick, call an ambulance, hopefully, his fate will spare him," Brother Jie said helplessly.

Among the crowd, Liu Weiyuan was first surprised, then, realizing it, a faint smile crossed his face. Turned out to be a reckless young man, his death won’t be our fault, Liu Weiyuan thought grimly.

Behind, Mo Mingda also saw Lin Tian’s full-speed cornering move, so shocked he nearly lost control of his steering.

The next moment, he eased off the accelerator, slowing down along with the other sports cars. Before reaching the corner, they all paused; no one wanted to crash into the imminent accident scene.