Shen Jiarui lowered his head, speechless.
"A race without betting is boring. I'm not in a good mood today, and I want to see the loser squatting with their head in their hands. Anyone here interested in racing me?" Lu Zhiwei was only focused on racing.
Upon hearing this, the wealthy young men around them began to ridicule and mock him.
"Then forget about it. We're all racing legends. Don't humiliate yourself, you little brat."
Shen Jiarui looked at Lu Zhiwei: "Sister-in-law, they're not joking. We're all ranked among the world's top racing teams."
Lu Zhiwei smiled, her face bright and beautiful, and put on her gloves and helmet: "Dare to bet? Stop talking nonsense."
What if you lose?
"I'll dance for you all," Lu Zhiwei said.
"Great! It's worth it to see Young Master Shen's woman dance for us in my lifetime."
A gunshot rang out.
More than a dozen top-of-the-line motorcycles sped off on the track, riding the evening breeze through the mountains, shooting off from the starting line like arrows released from a bow.
Originally, Shen Jiarui was trying to keep Lu Zhiwei in the back, afraid that his sister-in-law would be humiliated if she lost.
Unexpectedly, a cool black shadow swept past him without him even noticing the exhaust fumes.
The mountain road has a total of twenty-seven curves.
Lu Zhiwei is good at overtaking on curves.
"Fengying" truly lives up to its reputation as a treasured possession of Shen Jinmo; it boasts ample horsepower and powerful performance.
In the blink of an eye, Lu Zhiwei had overtaken twelve vehicles.
Only one car remains.
The man, unwilling to lose to a woman, accelerated and sped off.
On the last bend, the man deliberately tilted his car to block Lu Zhiwei, preventing her from overtaking him.
The flying dust blurred my vision.
The man bit his lip, feeling victory was in sight. He relaxed and mocked Lu Zhiwei: "Give up. No female rider has ever gotten the better end of the Yunshan racetrack. Don't make a mistake and fall off the cliff. Even the eldest son of the Shen family won't know where to go to pay respects at your grave."
Lu Zhiwei pursed her red lips and gave a cold snort.
Her beautiful eyes were half-closed.
He floored the accelerator, braked hard in the narrow passage, the rear wheels jumped up, and he drifted past...
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