On the day of the competition, the weather was extremely bad, with dark clouds covering the sky and blocking out the sun.

This is an extreme track winding through snow-capped mountains. All motorcycle racers must withstand extreme weather and reach the finish line at the top of the mountain, accumulating points based on time and ranking.

Fans and spectators from all over the world packed the area outside the starting line of the racecourse.

Shen Jinmo, dressed in a black coat, stood next to Xia Wanying, who was wrapped in a pink down coat.

It was very cold on the mountain; even at the end of March, the weather was still so cold that people's lips turned purple.

Shen Jiarui stood next to Shen Jinmo, holding his helmet: "Brother, I will definitely not let you down. Just seeing the back of the Queen's car will be a great honor for us all."

"..." Shen Jinmo frowned slightly.

That's all the ambition he has. Luckily, he's not his biological brother.

All race cars are undergoing a final round of testing. The drivers' jerseys only have their numbers printed on the back; their names are not disclosed.

Lu Zhiwei stood in the cold wind, dressed in a black racing suit. The breeze blew her short, chic hair, and her delicate features were bright and elegant, making her stand out in the crowd.

She stood with Luo Wuyan, who was dressed in a red racing suit, warming up.

Xia Wanying spotted Lu Zhiwei immediately and ran happily toward her, saying, "It's Sister Lu."

Shen Jinmo and Shen Jiarui walked together in the direction Xia Wanying had run.

"What the heck? What are you guys doing here?" Shen Jiarui looked at Luo Wuyan with some unease.

After he found out she was a tomboy, he dared not look at her directly.

"If you can be here, why can't we? You're a defeated opponent." Luo Wuyan scoffed.

"No matter how good you are, can you beat Queen? I'm just here to be a runner-up. As long as my goddess can crush you, that's fine." Shen Jiarui sneered, his lips curling up with undisguised pride when he mentioned his goddess.

Lu Zhiwei coughed lightly and looked away, her gaze falling on Shen Jinmo's face. His deep, cold eyes were fixed on her, as if he wanted to see her make a fool of herself later.

"Queen is your goddess? What a coincidence, she's my goddess too." Luo Wuyan glanced at Lu Zhiwei, suppressing a laugh.

"How could I possibly share the same taste as someone like you?" Shen Jiarui said incredulously.

With the two of them around, the atmosphere became exceptionally noisy.

Xia Wanying pulled Lu Zhiwei around, looking at her from all angles, calling her "Sister Lu" repeatedly.

Lu Zhiwei still harbored resentment towards Xia Wanying, and the suspicion of her grandmother's murder was not completely eliminated from Xia Wanying's mind.

Having avoided Xia Wanying's entanglement, he walked towards the preparation area passage with his helmet in his arms: "I'm going to prepare for the competition."

"Why isn't your name on the competition roster?" Shen Jinmo suddenly asked before she left.

Lu Zhiwei stopped and glanced at the competition list on the wall: "Yes, it's not on there. It's all in English."

Shen Jinmo and Shen Jiarui glanced at the wall of names at the same time, looking so hard they could see through it, but they still couldn't recognize who it was.

Because on the wall, there are hundreds of names, more than ninety of which are English names, and the rest are spelled out in Chinese.

Shen Jinmo didn't ask any more questions. He was just curious about when Lu Zhiwei learned to race cars.

Did she learn it because he liked it?

The competition has begun.

The top 100 players from around the world took turns competing, in groups of ten.

Lu Zhiwei was assigned to the first batch of players through a draw.

The starting gun fired.

Ten motorcycles shot off like arrows towards the summit of the snow-capped mountain.

Lu Zhiwei stood out from the other contestants like a bold stroke of color. The heavy motorcycle she drove resembled a black panther conquering the world, arrogant and domineering.

Shen Jinmo sat in the audience, watching the live broadcast of the competition on the big screen with a serious expression.

The moving red dots on the map are labeled with the race car drivers' numbers.

Lu Zhiwei is number eight.

Number 8 has been in a commanding lead.

Her speed was terrifying.

Even Shen Jinmo at his peak wouldn't dare to easily run at this speed.

Suddenly.

Just when everyone thought the game was a foregone conclusion and that Lu Zhiwei's team, number eight, was a sure winner.

The red dot number eight on the screen suddenly disappeared.

Luo Wuyan immediately stood up from the preparation table, her expression tense: "Why did the location disappear? I hope Weiwei isn't in trouble?"

At that moment, some stadium staff rushed into the stadium monitoring room.

Not long after, the match footage on the big screen was cut off, and the match was no longer shown.

The course was extremely dangerous, and the event organizers were also afraid of losing lives.

They will not allow public opinion to escalate before confirming that an accident has occurred.

The staff member kept calling out into the walkie-talkie: "Number eight, contestant number eight, please respond if you hear me."

"A localized avalanche occurred around the track, blocking the road up the mountain. The avalanche happened precisely when the No. 8 avalanche rushed in," the staff at the summit reported.

"Don't make a fuss yet, send people to rescue her immediately," the event organizer said calmly. "She... she absolutely cannot get hurt. If something happens to her, we're finished."

Shen Jinmo stood at the door and heard their discussion with his own ears.

He turned around and walked out.

When he returned, Shen Jinmo had a sullen face and his dark eyes were covered with frost. He reached out and asked Shen Jiarui, "Give me your motorcycle keys."

"Brother, you're going to rescue your sister-in-law? You haven't touched a motorcycle in ten years, have you? Can you handle it?" Shen Jiarui asked doubtfully as he pulled out his car keys.

Shen Jinmo swore when he was seventeen that he would never touch a motorcycle again, but today he is going to break his vow for Lu Zhiwei.

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