<h4>Chapter 509: Chapter 505: Scared Peeless (Happy Dragon Boat Festival!)</h4>


    "Brother-inw, what are you spacing out for? Hurry up and get in the car, or we’ll be in big trouble if my sister sees us."


    The Porsche 918 was parked steadily at the entrance; Bai Weiwei lowered the window and beckoned Lu Tianxing, while she herself climbed into the passenger seat.


    Once Lu Tianxing got into the car, Bai Weiwei said with a smile, "Brother-inw, how about it? My car is pretty great, isn’t it?"


    "Weiwei, where did you get this car from?"


    Lu Tianxing looked at Bai Weiwei with a face full of astonishment; he didn’t seem to be aware that Bai Weiwei had this car.


    "My sister gave me this car for my birthday. I’ve been away at school, so it was kept outside. It was only air-shipped back yesterday," Bai Weiwei said proudly. "Brother-inw, this car should meet your standards, right? Hurry up and get in. It’s already half past seven, and they’re starting the race at eight thirty. If we’rete, we won’t get a good spot."


    "Alright! I can take you there, but once we get there, you must listen to me. Otherwise, we won’t go at all," Lu Tianxing said gravely.


    "I know, I know, just listen to you, right? I promise I’ll be good. You’re such a nag, brother-inw," Bai Weiwei said impatiently, urging Lu Tianxing to drive quickly. There was a strong hunger in her moist eyes; she was eager to witness a real car race. As for the regr, ceremonial racing on the tracks, what was there to see?


    Lu Tianxing didn’t say anything more; he started the car, and at first slowly drove out of the Ziyuan District. After getting used to the car’s condition, his speed suddenly picked up, racing along the road.


    Although Red Autumn Mountain is a great scenic lookout, the view from the summit epasses the surrounding panorama; therefore, during the day, many private cars drive up the mountain to enjoy the scenery. However, at night, the road bes much less traveled. Everyone knows that during this period, it’s the realm of racing enthusiasts. If you dare to drive up the mountain to admire the night view and something happens, no one will take care of it. After all, the people who can afford luxury cars for racing are wealthy and possess status.


    Moreover, importantly, beyond the urban district, on the stretch of road to Red Autumn Mountain, there are no surveince cameras. It’s not that they don’t want to install them, but that they would be useless; if you install them one day, they’ll be mysteriously dismantled the next, and then someone will casuallye forward, pay some money, and that’s that. For the sake of a surveince camera, you can’t possibly deploy someone to guard it twenty-four hours a day!


    Over time, Red Autumn Mountain has be a paradise for racing enthusiasts. As long as no major incidents ur, the police usually don’t bother, and Red Autumn Mountain is out of the way, with not many cars aroundte at night.


    But today was different; the usually sparse traffic suddenly became much denser. Cars worth several hundred thousand were considered the most basic here,parable to the difference between top-tier luxury cars and tricycles. All the traffic was headed to Red Autumn Mountain with one goal in mind.


    "Brother-inw, go faster, push the speed even more. Old-timer, rev it up," Bai Weiwei was sitting in the passenger seat, shouting excitedly. Watching car after car being overtaken, Bai Weiwei could feel her blood boiling, her little face flushed with excitement, waving her hands and feet around.


    "As you wish."


    Lu Tianxing nodded, pressed down on the elerator, and the Porsche’s speed surged once again.


    "Boom!"


    The Porsche’s engine roared like thunder, turning into a streak of white lightning, whipping up a gale as it roared past, disappearing in the blink of an eye.


    The Porsche’s mad dash caused the crowd driving nearby, who were heading to watch the race, to exim in surprise.


    "Holy shit, was that a car that just passed by? Goddamn, that speed is too fast; shit, I just blinked and I could only see the tail lights. Does it have to be that fierce?"


    "Damn, a Porsche 918. This guy is really rich, daring to drive so fast, isn’t he afraid of dying?"


    "Badass! That’s the kind of speed you call domineering. If I had such great driving skills, I would definitely join this race. Then, attracting a few beauties’ attention, maybe tonight I’d get to do something that we all understand," someone remarked enviously.


    "Brother-inw, we’re entering the mountain roads. Once we make it to the summit, that’s where the racing gathering is," Bai Weiwei shouted out loud, the wind howling in her ears making it hard for her to hear even through the ss.


    "I got it."


    Lu Tianxing nodded, with no intention of slowing down, he charged into the mountain road and performed a beautiful drift, skimming close to the edge of the cliff.


    "What the hell, what did I just see? This guy’s skills are too amazing. Drifting without slowing down; isn’t he afraid of flying off? With that speed, don’t even think about having a chance for rescue," someone was stunned by Lu Tianxing’s disy.


    "A true master, absolutely a master. This time I really want to see how that asshole Zhang Tianfeng shows off. What’s there to gloat about? Every year he takes away the prettiest ones, really pisses me off. This time I’ve finally seen someone p him across the face," another individual expressed his dissatisfaction.


    Lu Tianxing’s action immediately caught the attention of some people on the mountain road, drawing gasps of admiration and a sense of envy that boiled down to a wish they could be in his ce.


    Besides bang-bang, a man’s favorite sport in life is undoubtedly speeding around in sports cars, reveling in thebination of speed and passion. It is believed that in every man’s heart lies a dream of racing, especially when hearing the roar of engines and demonstrating superb driving skills—the sight of it makes the blood surge with excitement, an experience not easily forgotten.


    "Master, he’s definitely a master. I wonder if I could be his disciple, maybe he could help me ovee my fear. Then in Xiangjiang, I want to see who still dares say that I’m driving a sports car like it’s an old clunker."


    On the mountain road, a young man in the driver’s seat of a limited-edition Bugatti Veyron was leisurely ascending toward the summit, his eyes filled with envy as he watched a Porsche 918 sh by, wishing he had such driving skills.


    "No, I must find a teacher; I have to find this expert. Then we’ll see who dares say that I drive a supercar like it’s a Beetle."


    The young man cursed inwardly. Although he had a top-tier supercar like the Bugatti Veyron, the speed he managed to achieve was hardlymendable. At least since Lu Tianxing had left, more than a dozen cars ranging from several hundred thousand to over a million had passed him by.


    Almost everyone who passed gave the slow-moving Bugatti Veyron a look of surprise, sighing at the irony that someone could drive a supercar at the pace of an old-timer’s vehicle.


    This made the young man driving the Bugatti Veyron burst into tears—his multi-million-dor car was being scorned by cars worth only a few hundred thousand. He must be the first for such an unfortunate distinction.


    "Brother-inw, can you slow down a bit, please? Brother-inw, slow down."


    By then, Bai Weiwei hadpletely lost her former arrogance and instead was looking at Lu Tianxing with a face filled with terror, her voice pleading, her hands tightly gripping the car, desperately stabilizing herself, nearly scared to pee.


    She realized that driving with Lu Tianxing was simply risking one’s life—speed maxed out, even taking corners without slowing down, the centrifugal force of drifting made Bai Weiwei feel as though she was about to be flung out of the car.


    Especially since she was sitting in the passenger seat, she could clearly see the tires hugging the edge of the cliff as the car whizzed by, with a several-dozen-meter-high cliff to their side and the twinkling city lights in the distance. If they were to fall, it would surely be a deadly drop.


    Bai Weiwei felt an urge to cry; she wished she had never gotten into Lu Tianxing’s car!


    This wasn’t racing; it was downright life-threatening. No wonder her sister never let her husband drive—this wasn’t driving, this was flirting with death, no, it was more like sprinting straight to Yama Pce to check in.


    "Brother-inw, slow down, slow down, we’re going to fall."


    "This is too dangerous, brother-inw, stop the car, I want to get out."


    "Ah, I don’t want to y anymore, I want to get out, sister, save me..."


    In the passenger seat, Bai Weiwei was screaming nonstop, desperately clinging to everything around, fearing that a moment of carelessness would send her flying out of the car. But she didn’t dare distract Lu Tianxing; if he got distracted now, she could end up smashed to pieces. She was still so young, in the bloom of life—it would be too great a loss to die so young, not to mention the fall from such a height, who knows if there’d be a body left to find.


    "Weiwei, don’t you think this is what racing feels like? Racing is like ying with your life, strapping your head to your belt, the hover between life and death makes it all the more vorful, all the more thrilling. Don’t you feel the blood in your body boiling already?"


    Lu Tianxing turned his head to nce at Bai Weiwei, giving a slight smile, which immediately caused her to cry out in rm, "Brother-inw, don’t look at me, watch the road, watch the road, ah, we finished turning, we’re going to fall off!"


    The mountain road was narrow to begin with, and Lu Tianxing still had the leisure to talk—wasn’t this courting death?


    Seeing Bai Weiwei’s pale face, the corners of Lu Tianxing’s mouth curled into a faint smile. Her liking for racing came from the thrill of it; the best way to extinguish Bai Weiwei’s interest in racing was to fight fire with fire—showing her the fearsome nature of racing so she wouldn’t touch it again.


    Bai Weiwei was just an ordinary person, and racing, with its high mortality rate, could easily end with death. Lu Tianxing didn’t want the day toe when he’d be notified by the traffic police to identify a body.


    The Porsche 918 was lightning-fast, its perfect drifts on the mountain road eliciting gasps of amazement.


    When the Porsche 918 reached the summit, Lu Tianxing was utterly stunned by the scene before him.


    The entire expansive mountain top had almost be a gathering spot for luxury cars, with hardly any worth less than five hundred thousand, and merely by ncing around, one could spot a whole array of internationally renowned supercars.


    The multimillion-dor Porsche 918 didn’t stand out much here.


    The area, lit by car headlights, was a ze of glory. Women dressed in skimpy outfits wove through the crowd, their snake-like waists twisting, asionally striking enchanting poses that led to endless screams from onlookers.


    Lu Tianxing had thought it was a really top-tier race, but now it seemed it was merely a gathering of rich second-generation racers.


    As Lu Tianxing watched one supercar after another race up the hill, he couldn’t help but reflect, you city folk really know how to y. Without professional training, you dare to race on these mountain roads—you really are courting death.