"I'm already sick of driving the 911, you guys play with it yourselves!" Luofeng said. "Oh right, what car did Lin Xiaoyun buy?"

Lin Xiaoyun pulled a long face and said, "I bought a Mercedes Benz Big G, the G63 AMG version!"

Sure enough, her taste is… special.

The taste of the yoga-pants hottie and her Sponsors?

Li Bo Kai said from the side, "This car is tall, the crash resistance is strong, normal sedans and off-road vehicles are no match for it. For Lin Xiaoyun, the safety attribute is very high!"

"Hahaha!" Duanmu Yunji couldn't help but laugh.

Qin Rubing also showed a faint smile.

Ye Bing was a bit puzzled on the side. After all, she had just joined Luofeng's circle and didn't know yet that Lin Xiaoyun was a supercar terminator.

Luofeng started explaining Lin Xiaoyun's situation to Ye Bing.

Ye Bing was secretly delighted. Luofeng was willing to introduce his friends to her—did that mean he'd started to accept her?

"Oh yeah, Brother Feng, you weren't there during the previous test. The graphene battery version is insanely good, the Model 3's final range hit 1,350 kilometers!" Lin Xiaoyun exclaimed.

Li Bo Kai added from the side, "And that result was all done at ultra-high speed, we didn't deliberately save power. The AC and everything were running the whole way!"

"Isn't that normal?" Luofeng said calmly.

Seeing Luofeng react like this, Lin Xiaoyun made complaints, "As expected of you! So calm, you total Pretentious King!"

Li Bo Kai also started to make complaints, "Brother Feng, I suggest you check the news. The internet is full of talk that EVs are about to completely replace fuel cars. A real-world range over 1,000 kilometers is just insane!"

"Completely replace fuel cars? That's impossible for now, at least not in the short term," Luofeng said, shaking his head.

Topple fuel cars from their throne just with graphene tech?

That's not happening.

At best, it reduces dependence.

Just gives people one more option.

Like having multiple suppliers in procurement.

Fuel cars are no longer the only choice.

While Luofeng and Lin Xiaoyun were chatting, Chen Dali drove the Ferrari back to the starting line, got out and walked over, greeting him, "Brother Feng, when did you get here!"

"Not long ago. How's the result? Looked like you were running pretty good," Luofeng said.

Chen Dali rolled his eyes at Luofeng. "You're just here to roast me, huh? You call this result 'pretty good'?"

Luofeng grinned wickedly. "Haha, fine then, I'll go give it a try!"

Chen Dali handed the car key to Luofeng.

Li Bo Kai immediately handed over his Porsche 911 key to Luofeng as well, and said, "Brother Feng, how about you and sis-in-law go head-to-head?"

Luofeng looked at Duanmu Yunji. "You wanna drive the Ferrari or the Porsche 911?"

Duanmu Yunji thought for a moment and said, "I'll try the Ferrari first!"

"Alright." Luofeng nodded. "Run a couple of laps first to get used to it. Later you're not allowed to go crazy. Safety first, got it?"

Duanmu Yunji knew she had to give the man some face at a time like this, plus she was usually pretty well-behaved anyway, so she naturally nodded. "Got it!"

She gave a coquettish little hum.

Duanmu Yunji walked over to the Ferrari 488, planning to get familiar with the car first.

Luofeng said from the side, "I just bought her a Ferrari SF90! It'll arrive in about half a year!"

"Damn it, I want one too!" Li Bo Kai yelled.

Chen Dali said, "I want one too!"

Lin Xiaoyun made complaints, "If all of you buy one, what am I supposed to do?"

Luofeng laughed. "I suggest you buy a Rolls-Royce and hire a driver."

Chen Dali seconded, "Seriously, Lin Xiaoyun, with your situation, you really shouldn't be driving yourself."

Li Bo Kai joked, "You could also hire a driving assistant! Workplace is right in the car!"

"Ahem, ahem!" Luofeng coughed, considering Qin Rubing and Ye Bing were still there.

Was Li Bo Kai always this horny?

Everyone knew what Li Bo Kai meant.

That's the kind of little lover they keep in the car.

A rich-people gimmick.

Those pretty women have to spend most of their day in the car.

As for the job description?

Use your imagination.

Especially in a Rolls-Royce—the rear space can perfectly accommodate any position, no matter what you're doing.

Lin Xiaoyun said, "I'll go over to the Porsche Center and rent a track-tuned car first. I wanna run a couple of laps later too!"

On the track, Duanmu Yunji was flooring it in the Ferrari.

This big kitty really is a racer delayed by the piano.

Whether it was drifting or straight-line acceleration, you could tell her level was very high.

More importantly, Luofeng's danger premonition prop card hadn't given any warning.

Starting from the third lap, Duanmu Yunji got even faster; she stopped chasing drifts and went all in on speed.

After watching for a bit, Luofeng told the staff to bring him a tablet, which could display data from the track.

For example, top speed, average speed, lap time, maximum G-force, and so on.

Previously on this track, an Italian Alfa Romeo set a lap record of 1:15.841.

That sounded pretty good on paper.

But here at Golden Harbour, a lap is 2.39 kilometers, and the design top speed is 180 km/h, though in reality some supercars easily blow past that.

Take Duanmu Yunji for example—her lap time was 1 minute 15 seconds.

She instantly crushed that so-called fastest lap.

An Alfa Romeo Four-leaf Clover with 510 horsepower—how's that supposed to compete with today's supercars?

On the sixth lap, Duanmu Yunji had already broken through the 1:14 barrier.

On the tenth lap, her time improved again, down to 1:13.611.

That pace was insane.

At least among amateurs, that's basically untouchable.

Even Li Bo Kai might not be able to hit that speed.

On the eleventh and fifteenth laps, Duanmu Yunji's times started to drop. Driving a racecar is exhausting; the sweet spot is roughly laps five through ten.

Because at first your hands aren't warmed up, and at the end your hands are tired and your mind is drained.

Luofeng started signaling from the side for Duanmu Yunji to take a break.

Duanmu Yunji pulled the car back to the starting line and returned to the rest area.

She walked over to Luofeng and said, "So, how was it?"

"Not bad! Your best lap was around thirteen seconds, barely enough to squeeze into Golden Harbour's top 100," Luofeng said, holding the tablet.

Duanmu Yunji checked for herself, saw her times drop later, and made complaints, "Street racing is seriously exhausting!"

"Yeah, it's definitely hard labor. Your hands are tired, your feet are tired, and your back hurts too!" Luofeng said with a dirty grin.

Duanmu Yunji rolled her eyes at him. "I suspect you're 'driving' again!"

"Haha, I am indeed about to drive." Luofeng shook the Porsche key in his hand. "I'm going to give it a try!"

Duanmu Yunji took the tablet and said, "Right now the number one is a Porsche 911 GT2, lap time 1:09, top speed 202 km/h, and average speed is 124 km/h. That's insanely good, isn't it?"

This was the strongest model in the Porsche 911 lineup.

Luofeng glanced at the info. "The guy's a professional driver, and it's a modded car. We'll just run a normal time."

With that, Luofeng walked toward the starting line.

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