novelones Chapter 250 A shameless bastard.
Chapter 250 A shameless bastard.
The moment he finished speaking, the last vestige of feigned calm in his eyes shattered completely, replaced by a ferocity born of utter rage.
He turned abruptly and strode towards a Porsche 911 with equally sharp lines and a matte black finish, which was not far away.
"Yan Jun! What are you doing?" Gu Yuejia exclaimed in alarm when she saw that something was wrong, and immediately rushed forward to stop him.
However, Yan Jun's six companions, as if they had known each other all along, instantly formed a human wall, blocking her way with grins.
"Jiajia, calm down, calm down!"
"That's right, Brother Yan didn't mean anything by it, he just wanted to have a 'deep conversation' with that Boss Ye and make friends!"
"Let's settle things on the track. Don't get involved, just watch!"
Gu Yuejia was trembling with anger and shouted, "Get out of my way!"
The six people held her back, preventing her from passing.
"Yan Jun! I'm warning you! If you dare to lay a finger on my boss, I'll make you pay! If anything happens to him, I, Gu Yuejia, swear I'll make you pay!" Gu Yuejia's voice was sharp with anger, filled with an undeniable determination.
Yan Jun, however, seemed to be deaf.
He ignored them, opened the Porsche door, sat in the highly supportive bucket seat, and slammed the door shut with a loud bang.
The next second, the Porsche's horizontally opposed six-cylinder engine roared even higher and sharper than the McLaren's!
"Buzz—Boom!!!"
The black phantom transformed into a deadly bolt of lightning, carrying a resolute and ruthless force, instantly tearing through the air and charging into the track like an arrow released from a bow!
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On the track, Ye Fan was focused on driving the McLaren P1.
Ahead was a complex curve with medium to high speeds. He subconsciously lightly applied the brakes to keep the speed within his complete control.
After all, this was only his second time actually running on a racetrack. He admitted that he didn't have the skills to do advanced maneuvers like drifting and extreme lane marking right now, and he wouldn't even know how he died.
Just as he slowed down, preparing to safely navigate the corner...
With a whoosh.
A black Porsche sped past him at high speed, without any intention of slowing down, and it was extremely close to the ground, somewhat like what Gu Yuejia described as flying close to the ground.
"Damn!" Ye Fan's pupils shrank sharply, and his adrenaline surged instantly!
Pure instinct took over his body, and he turned the steering wheel sharply to the right with almost all his might, while slamming his left foot hard on the brake pedal!
Squeak—creak—!
The ear-piercing, teeth-grinding screech of tires instantly shattered the tranquility of the track!
The McLaren P1 lost control instantly due to its immense inertia, its rear end swinging out violently like a spinning top on ice, barely managing to stop just before the run-off area at the edge of the track!
The tires rubbed against the rough bumper, kicking up clouds of dust and gravel! The enormous recoil from the steering wheel made Ye Fan's hands go numb and his heart pound wildly.
Having just recovered from the shock, Ye Fan raised his head, his icy gaze like a sharp blade, instantly piercing through the billowing dust and fixing on the black Porsche that had also stopped and was arrogantly blocking the middle of the track dozens of meters ahead!
That posture was full of naked provocation and declaration of war!
Ye Fan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his surging anger and killing intent.
He shifted gears again, lightly pressed the accelerator, and the McLaren roared to life, attempting to bypass the obstacle and continue driving.
However, the Porsche, like a leech, also started up simultaneously, precisely adjusted its position, and once again drove alongside the McLaren, deliberately leading by half a car length. The distance between the two cars was compressed to a suffocatingly dangerous distance—less than ten centimeters!
From a distance, they looked like conjoined twins, driving side by side! The Porsche's window rolled down, and Yan Jun's grinning face was clearly visible, the roar of the engine seeming to mock him silently.
Ye Fan tried to make slight adjustments to the direction to create a safe distance, but the Porsche immediately followed closely behind.
Ye Fan slowed down, and the Porsche slowed down in sync, sticking to him like the most despicable taffy, its intention was all too clear—to force him to lose control, to humiliate him, and to make him look like a fool on this empty track!
"Damn it, you shameless bastard!" Ye Fan's pent-up anger finally broke through the critical point, and a cold, vicious aura instantly replaced all reason!
He stopped trying to avoid it, and his eyes became sharp and focused, like a predator before a hunt.
He suddenly turned the steering wheel to the left and simultaneously pressed the accelerator hard!
Clang! Clang!
A chilling metallic tearing sound exploded across the track!
The McLaren P1's sturdy front end, crafted from high-strength carbon fiber, slammed into the Porsche 911's relatively fragile aluminum passenger door with all the fury Ye Fan had accumulated, like a hammer of revenge!
The enormous impact caused the Porsche's door to collapse and twist inwards instantly!
The car window shattered into countless fragments, scattering like ice crystals! The silver-white door panel tore and curled, revealing the grotesque skeleton beneath! The hinges emitted a piercing metallic groan, and the entire door teetered precariously on the verge of collapse!
The Porsche was violently thrown outwards as if it were out of control by the brutal impact!
Caught off guard, Yan Jun, who was in the driver's seat, was slammed against the car door by the huge inertia and then pulled back by the seat belt. His head hit the steering wheel with a "thud," and he saw stars!
He screamed in terror and instinctively slammed on the brakes!
squeak--!!!!
Four high-performance tires screeched wildly against the ground, billowing out thick, acrid blue smoke and emitting a shrill screech that almost tore at the eardrums!
The black 911, like a spinning top being whipped, twisted and slid violently on the track, finally coming to a stop at the edge of the gravel buffer zone with great difficulty, the car shaking violently.
Ye Fan's McLaren P1's front end was also in a terrible state. The carbon fiber front bumper was cracked open with a grotesque gap, and fragments fell out. The left front headlight was completely shattered, with the headlight housing and internal precision components scattered all over the ground, and the hood was also slightly warped and deformed.
He didn't even glance at the considerable damage. His cold face was expressionless, except for a pair of eyes burning with icy flames, fixed on the battered Porsche through the spiderweb-cracked windshield.
This is not enough!
A fierce glint flashed in Ye Fan's eyes!
The steering wheel snapped back to center, the gear shifted sharply into reverse, and the accelerator was floored! The engine roared like a wounded beast! The McLaren P1 lurched backward four or five meters, the tires screeching as they rubbed against the pavement!
Then--
boom!!!!!!!
The accelerator was floored without any restraint, to its absolute limit!