After saying that, Yun Zijin gestured with his eyes to where they parked the car.

And there, there were three top-of-the-line supercars that Yun Zijin, Su Mengyao and others drove over.

The remaining three cars, whether it is McLaren P1, Porsche 918 Spyder, or Silber Tuatara, are not comparable to Zeng Zong's Martin DBS.

Even if Zeng Zong could make up for the lack of hardware with technology, it was not something that could be made up with ordinary technology.

Besides, Yun Zijin didn't really know any racing skills.

Yun Zijin could even say that no one present could match her racing skills.

However, even if Yun Zijin said it, others might not believe it, after all, Yun Zijin had never shown them that she could race.

So, when I saw the car that Yun Zijin was going to use for the competition, I felt a little relieved.

When there is a big difference in performance between two cars, for two people whose racing skills are not too different, the performance of the cars is also an important factor in determining the winner.

"This is Sister Yun's first time competing. You don't even know how many games you've been holding back. You probably won't mind that Sister Yun's car is a few hundred times better than yours, right?"

Lu Yunfeng looked at Zeng Zong. Although he asked a question, he spoke in a tone that left no room for doubt.

What could Zeng Zong say? Even if he had an opinion, with so many people surrounding him and outnumbering him, Zeng Zong understood very well the principle that a man who knows the times is a hero.

"Of course I don't mind. It's Sister Yun's freedom to drive whatever car she wants to compete in. No one has the right to interfere."

In fact, there are no strict regulations on what kind of cars can be driven in the racing competitions of Fengxing Club.

Generally speaking, the type of car a competitor drives in a competition also indirectly reflects the competitor's financial strength.

At this moment, Yun Zijin's economic strength is basically overwhelming.

"That's good. Then hurry up and drive over here. We'll decide the outcome in one round."

Yun Zijin didn't want to waste too much time on this matter, so before the game started, he set a rule to determine the winner.

Zeng Zong quickly parked his car at the starting point of the racetrack, stepped into the car with a dashing and handsome movement, and the next second the roar of the Porsche Martin DBS resounded throughout the entire stadium.

Yun Zijin also got into the car, and the roar of the Ferrari sounded immediately.

While the two were warming up the car, the number of onlookers at the scene increased again.

After Yun Zijin and Zeng Zong got in the car, Fu Ze and Lu Yunfeng quickly followed.

Accompanied by the referee's sharp whistle, Yun Zijin instantly stepped on the accelerator, and the white Ferrari LaFerrari rushed out like an arrow from a bow.

Zeng Zong probably didn't expect that Yun Zijin would accelerate so quickly in the first place, and even when going uphill, he didn't slow down at all.

"Sister Yun, are you... driving too fast? I think Zeng Zong and the others are quite far away from us. They probably won't be able to catch up for a while."

Lu Yunfeng sat in Yun Zijin's passenger seat, holding the armrests next to the passenger seat tightly with both hands, looking like he was going to die bravely.

He only thought about coming up to cover for Yun Zijin, but he didn't think about whether there was anyone who could cover for himself.

"It's not within my control. If you're scared, just close your eyes."

Yun Zijin's breathing was steady, not affected at all by the speed of the car.

Looking at Yun Zijin like this, Lu Yunfeng began to wonder if he had gotten into a stolen car?

Yun Zijin didn't know what Lu Yunfeng was thinking. He just wanted to finish the race as quickly as possible.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, Zeng Zong's Porsche DBS was getting farther and farther away from her car.

Seeing that Lu Yunfeng's condition was indeed a bit bad, he slowly slowed down after making sure that he would not be caught up by Zeng Zong's car.

"Are you okay?"

While Yun Zijin was controlling the car to turn quickly and accurately, he took the time to check on Lu Yunfeng's condition.

"I...I'm fine, Sister Yun, just focus on driving and don't worry about me."

Lu Yunfeng was afraid that Yun Zijin would be distracted and concerned about him. If the car left the track and hit the fence of the track, it would be difficult to deal with.

At the current speed, if they hit something, their lives would be over.

Yun Zijin no longer cared about Lu Yunfeng and was completely immersed in the racing competition.

Zeng Zong fell behind when he accelerated at the beginning, and was left far behind by Yun Zijin in several subsequent turns.

If Zeng Zong still doesn't understand that Yun Zijin is really as good at racing as she says, then he really needs to be retrained.

Fu Yang sat in Zeng Zong's passenger seat, and his condition was much more stable than Lu Yunfeng's.

"Sister Yun has already passed you by two corners. The final sprint will begin soon. Can you still accelerate?

Even if you have to lose, you should try your best to make your loss less embarrassing."

Fu Yang was thankful that he was sober at this time and did not want to fight to get in Yun Zijin's car.

The feeling of sitting in the passenger seat is very different from driving yourself. The moment the Ferrari LaFerrari rushed out, Fu Yang had already started to mourn for Yun Zijin in his heart for a second.

"The performance of my car is so different from Sister Yun's. Do you think I can still match them?"

Zeng Zong originally thought that he could win a prize from Yun Zijin today, but he didn't expect that in the end he would be the one who lost both the wife and the army.

Fu Yang didn't say anything. In his opinion, the outcome of this situation was already decided.

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