Coming up to a large, 270-degree bend, the track was only four meters away from the railing ahead, a daunting challenge for any racer. To make it through safely, one had to slow down, as speeding up by even a bit meant creeping closer to death. Yet, it also presented a rare opportunity to shake off the trailing vehicles!
A smirk curled up at the corner of his mouth, Ziqian glanced at the rearview mirror and pressed harder on the accelerator. For anyone else, this might have been dangerous, but not for him—he had honed his racing skills to a high level while studying in the United States.
His speed kept increasing until suddenly, with a "screech", he slammed the brakes to the floor, yanked the steering wheel swiftly to the left, all the way. "Screech, screech, screech!" The tires screeched against the track, the momentum massive. Just as the car was about to hit the railing, it swerved 90 degrees to the left and successfully made it through.
