CHAPTER 31: CHAPTER 30: WANG LONG ADMITS DEFEAT! (THIRD UPDATE)

Wang Long arrived at the entrance of H City and upon reaching the finish line, didn’t see Ye Qiu. He guessed that Ye Qiu had an accident halfway.

Then he slowed down and stopped the car in front of Yue Feng.

Sitting on the McLaren’s hood, staring blankly at the tire marks made by Ye Qiu, Yue Feng immediately looked at Wang Long as soon as he arrived.

Seeing Wang Long’s Lamborghini, a smile appeared on his face. The moment Wang Long got out of the car, Yue Feng jumped off and, without waiting for Wang Long to speak, said, "Wang Long, give me the car keys."

Scree.

Wang Long originally wanted to boast to Yue Feng that he arrived 40 minutes later than Ye Qiu yet still won, but before he could speak, he heard Yue Feng asking for the car keys, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Soon, a smile appeared on his face as he said, "Young Master Yue, you must be joking again."

"Why would I joke?" Yue Feng jumped off the McLaren’s hood, saying, "Hand over your car keys to me; you lost to Ye Qiu."

"What? I lost to Ye Qiu?"

Wang Long’s face turned ugly immediately: "Young Master Yue, please stop joking. Don’t you just not want to admit Ye Qiu lost and are unwilling to give me your McLaren?"

Yue Feng laughed: "If you had won, I would naturally give you the car. I, Yue Feng, am a man of my word, but the truth is you lost."

"Young Master Yue, we..." Wang Long tried to say something but was interrupted by Yue Feng, who waved his hand and said, "Come with me."

Wang Long, puzzled, followed Yue Feng over, then looked at Yue Feng and asked, "Young Master Yue?"

Yue Feng pointed to the tire marks on the ground. Wang Long looked down, his brow gradually furrowing, and looked at Yue Feng in confusion, "What’s this, Young Master Yue?"

"I arrived here 30 minutes ago. The heat of this tire mark is 420 degrees, and you see its depth is 30`x."

Hearing Yue Feng’s words, Wang Long’s eyes furrowed deeply.

"This is caused by a sudden stop at a high speed of up to 530KM/H."

As a professional racing driver and a Level 3 driver, Wang Long, though not as well-versed in various data and principles as car modders, understood what Yue Feng meant.

"This is caused by a level 3 race car making a sudden brake at high speed." Wang Long said.

Then he skeptically looked at Yue Feng: "Young Master Yue, are you trying to test my knowledge of racing principles? What does this have to do with my race with Ye Qiu?"

Yue Feng nodded: "It’s related, because these marks were made by Ye Qiu."

"What? Ye Qiu made these?" Wang Long was first stunned and then shouted, startling Yue Feng with a ringing in his ears.

"Young Master Yue, are you kidding me? Or are you trying to renege and refuse to give me your McLaren?"

At this moment, Wang Long’s face looked unpleasant, and he was a bit angry.

"Ha-ha, I said, I, Yue Feng, am a man of my word. If you indeed won against Ye Qiu, I would naturally fulfill my promise. But the truth is, you lost."

Yue Feng pointed to the tire marks on the ground and said: "You think Ye Qiu’s pickup is a piece of junk, but I’m telling you, you’re wrong. The engine power of his car reaches 7200, stronger than your Lamborghini. Although I don’t know how he used the pickup’s engine to achieve 500KM/H per second speed and create such friction like a level 3 race car, his pickup can easily beat you."

Looking at Wang Long’s unpleasant face, Yue Feng remained indifferent: "Moreover, you, Wang Long, arrogantly thought you could beat Ye Qiu despite giving him a 40-minute head start, but you didn’t know Ye Qiu took less than 15 minutes from Minshan to H City..."

Talking about this, even Yue Feng’s eyes filled with shock, as 130 kilometers only need 15 minutes?

"15 minutes?" This moment, Wang Long’s anger was provoked by Yue Feng. He wouldn’t believe even if hell bent it, that Ye Qiu’s pickup could compare to a level 3 race car, nor that Ye Qiu finished the entire Minshan Expressway in just 15 minutes.

"Young Master Yue, I hope you abide by the promise, or I will report this to our captain. You know there are big people behind our captain, and if they get involved, it will be troublesome for you, Young Master Yue."

Wang Long said.

Yue Feng squinted his eyes: "Are you threatening me?"

"I wouldn’t dare." Wang Long said: "But Young Master Yue, this was a race, and you made a promise beforehand. So now that the race has ended, and I’ve won, you should fulfill your promise and give me your McLaren."

"Ha-ha you won? You must be quite boastful!"

"Young Master Yue? Alright then, if that’s the case, I’ll have to call my team and have them come and handle this."

"Please." Yue Feng waved his hand.

Wang Long frowned, then took out his phone and called Wang Jie.

Upon receiving the call and hearing it was Yue Feng’s McLaren that had been won, Wang Jie was overjoyed and agreed to come immediately without asking how he’d won.

After hanging up, Wang Long smirked coldly at Yue Feng: "Young Master Yue, our deputy team leader will be here soon. I hope you’ll honor the promise then."

Yue Feng smiled, just about to say something, when suddenly there was the sound of an engine roaring from afar, which made him pause and then smile: "Here he comes."

Wang Long was also taken aback, then turned to look in the direction of the engine sound, and when he saw that it was Ye Qiu’s white pickup, his face instantly changed drastically: "No, it can’t be, how is he alive, and why is he coming back from the city direction..."

"Hehe, I told you, Ye Qiu arrived long ago." Yue Feng said, feeling relieved. Although he had guessed Ye Qiu arrived earlier, without seeing him, he was uncertain. But now, seeing Ye Qiu return from the city, he was reassured.

"What’s he up to?"

However, when he saw Ye Qiu’s pickup truck speeding towards Wang Jie instead of slowing down, he was stunned.

Wang Long was also dumbfounded upon seeing the pickup. He thought Ye Qiu had encountered trouble on the way, but Ye Qiu’s return from the city’s direction proved he lost.

Even though it wasn’t certain that the tire marks were Ye Qiu’s doing or whether he completed the course as Yue Feng said in 15 minutes, Ye Qiu’s return from the city proved he reached the finish line first.

Since he arrived first, regardless of anything, he lost.

For a moment, Wang Long stood there, dumbfounded.

When he saw the pickup speeding towards him, he forgot to dodge, his pupils widened in horror.

"Am I going to die?"

When the pickup was only 5 meters away, Wang Long wanted to flee, but it was too late. He had to close his eyes in despair, hearing the screech of brakes, followed by something hitting his face.

It was hot, so hot that Wang Long exclaimed and sat on the ground. Upon opening his eyes, he saw the debris hitting his face was actually shredded tire fragments.

"This..."

Wang Long was surprised, looking ahead. He saw a deep tire mark, stretching his hand to touch it. When he felt the mark was hot, he was dumbfounded.

"This, it’s impossible, how could drifting generate such high temperatures?"

Wang Long prided himself on not being able to drift with such hot friction.

He was shocked, looking up at the pickup after the drift. Seeing Ye Qiu coming out of the pickup, his eyes filled with complex emotions. When Ye Qiu glanced at him, he lowered his head dejectedly, saying, "I lost."

Ye Qiu glanced at Wang Long, watching him admit defeat quickly, nodded, and then saw Yue Feng smiling at him. Ye Qiu walked over and said, "I told you to lend me a McLaren, I’ll return a Lamborghini to you."

Ye Qiu stretched out his hand towards Wang Long, who hesitated for a long time, then sighed, tossing the keys of his beloved car to Ye Qiu.

Ye Qiu caught the keys and handed them to Yue Feng. Yue Feng said, "I don’t want this car, you keep driving it."

Ye Qiu shook his head, "I promised it’s yours."

Yue Feng saw Ye Qiu’s firm attitude, pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Fine, keep it with me for now, come find me if you want to use it."

After speaking, Yue Feng couldn’t help but ask Ye Qiu, "How long did it take you from Minshan Highway to H City, and what did you just go do?"

Wang Long also perked up to listen.

Ye Qiu furrowed his brow, pondering, "How long? About 13 minutes."

Hearing this figure, Yue Feng’s jaw dropped, and Wang Long drew a cold breath. Then Ye Qiu’s words almost made Yue Feng fall over, and Wang Long nearly fainted.

"After arriving in H City, I delivered the tofu from my truck, then went for breakfast, and later saw you all."

Tofu? He had tofu in his truck?

Yue Feng glanced at the iron box on Ye Qiu’s truck bed, knowing Ye Qiu wasn’t lying.

This left him even more amazed. Tofu is fragile, keeping it intact at high speed is difficult, let alone Ye Qiu’s speed surpassing the highway’s.

kilometers in 13 minutes, Yue Feng didn’t know how fast, but he knew it was very fast.

"Tofu... He actually had tofu in his truck."

Wang Long, hearing Ye Qiu’s words, felt his brain buzzing, amazed beyond imagination.

Your truck has tofu, you drive so fast racing with me, win, and the speed is unbelievable.

Wang Long felt all his years of driving were in vain!

"With such great driving skills, are you really doing delivery every day?" Yue Feng asked Ye Qiu, stabilizing his shocked mind.

"Yes, my father runs a tofu shop, so I deliver daily." Ye Qiu replied.

"I see, are you interested in..." Yue Feng just started speaking when a Ford and a Ferrari suddenly appeared in front of them, braking to a halt.

Cheng Jie jumped out of the Ford, dragging his chubby figure to Ye Qiu.

He looked at Ye Qiu, then at Wang Long sitting on the ground, and said, "Ye Qiu, did you lose and then hit him?"

Cheng Jie finished speaking, Ye Qiu was speechless, while Wang Long’s cronies, hearing Cheng Jie’s words, were immediately alarmed,

then rushed to Wang Long’s side, concernedly saying, "Brother Long, are you okay? Did that guy lose to you and want to take back his loss? He’s so shameless..."