Ryan Brooks glanced at David Thompson with disdain and said, “You even need a Japanese to race cars? Someone like you would definitely have been a traitor during the war.”

At that moment, a tall and sexy bikini model, holding two small red flags, twisted her waist and stood between the two cars at the front, raising the flags high in a cross.

Three, two, one—the two red flags dropped, the model’s curves trembled along with them, and immediately, the whole street erupted with the roar of car exhausts.

The Aventador’s performance was clearly far superior. With a launch start, it shot out first, with the old Jetta close behind.

Behind them came the other cars. Although there were some supercars comparable to the Aventador, the drivers’ skills were obviously much worse, and they quickly fell behind.

More than fifty cars roared past, the spectacle grand and imposing, the exhausts thundering, drawing the attention of all the passersby.

Alice Reed watched the taillights of the Aventador, frowned, and focused intently on driving, trying hard to catch up, only to find that every time she got a little closer, the other side would pull away again.

“This Japanese bastard actually dares to mess with me.”

Alice Reed snapped back to her senses and realized that the Japanese driver named George Washington was deliberately provoking her, making her grit her teeth in anger.

As the race went on, George Washington and Alice Reed gradually pulled away from the other drivers behind. The two weaved through the streets, going faster and faster, and after getting onto the ring road, they reached a speed of 180 km/h.

“Haha, Alice Reed, you’re bound to lose.”

A loudspeaker installed in the Aventador ahead broadcast David Thompson’s triumphant voice. Then the Aventador roared, obviously accelerating, widening the gap with the old Jetta.

“Bastard.”

Alice Reed cursed under her breath, knowing that unless something unexpected happened, she was definitely going to lose today.

After a sharp turn, suddenly the sound of police sirens came from ahead. A row of police cars completely blocked the ring road, their red and blue lights flashing blindingly.

“Vehicles ahead, pull over and stop for inspection.”

A voice came from the police car. Alice Reed frowned. The ring road was blocked, and now she couldn’t even change lanes—her only option was to turn around and drive against traffic.

At the same time, the Aventador ahead had the same idea. After slowing down, it drifted 180 degrees, the tires screeching and sending up thick, acrid white smoke. In the next moment, it had turned around and was accelerating in the opposite direction.

Alice Reed put her right hand on the handbrake, planning to drift and turn around as well.

But just then, Ryan Brooks suddenly lifted her up, slipped underneath her in a flash, and sat in the driver’s seat, taking control of the steering wheel. “Heh, if you drive against traffic, you’ll never reach the finish line.”

Alice Reed was startled, leaning against Ryan Brooks and exclaiming, “What are you doing?”

“Helping you.”

As soon as Ryan Brooks finished speaking, he floored the gas pedal, and the old Jetta charged straight at the Aventador, which had just turned around. Alice Reed was so shocked she screamed, “Ah!”

Not only Alice Reed, but David Thompson and George Washington in the Aventador were also dumbfounded. George Washington hurriedly slammed on the brakes to slow down.

Both cars were going fast and were about to collide. The surrounding police thought an explosion was imminent and quickly hid behind their cars.

But then something strange happened. The old Jetta’s front dipped, its speed clearly dropping, then suddenly the front lifted up—the car’s nose rose, and it actually rode up onto the oncoming Aventador, drove over it, and took off, flying right over the police cars blocking the road.

Hiding behind a police car, Grace Bennett stared at the old Jetta in shock. Tonight, she had received orders to intercept the street racers, but she never expected to witness such a car stunt.

What happened next surprised her even more: her landlord, Ryan Brooks, was actually in the driver’s seat of the old Jetta.

“How could it be him?” Grace Bennett’s expression changed. Looking closely, she saw that there was even a woman sitting on Ryan Brooks’s lap. She immediately frowned. “This guy really is no good—racing with a woman on his lap, and she’s some kind of non-mainstream type. What terrible taste.”

With a bang, the old Jetta rolled over the Aventador, soared over the police cars, landed on the road, and sped away, leaving the stunned police behind.

The Aventador came to a stop. George Washington and David Thompson stared blankly ahead, drenched in cold sweat and pale as ghosts. When the old Jetta charged at them just now, they both thought their lives were over.

As the police surrounded them, David Thompson snapped back to reality. Remembering Ryan Brooks in the driver’s seat just now, he punched the door hard and cursed viciously, “Bastard, I can’t believe I was tricked by that kid. I’ll never let him get away with this.”

That night, except for the old Jetta, all other vehicles were stopped by the police, and everyone involved in the street race was detained.

In the detention center, after hearing the police describe the old Jetta’s leap, all the drivers were shocked and realized they had all been played by that man. At the same time, the title of “God of Cars of Gaoliu Mountain” became legendary in Dong’an City’s street racing circles, turning into a legend.

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