Chapter 17 This Smile Is Guarded By Him

"You?" Upon hearing Ning Beichuan's words, Chen Haotian was taken aback and then said, "This goes against the rules." "Hahaha." A group of racers burst into laughter. An outsider wants to race too? A senior executive said, "Haoge, let him join. If he dies from reckless driving, it's not our concern." Chen Haotian remained silent. After all, he had promised Feng Ruoyan and naturally wouldn't go back on his word. But if Ning Beichuan himself insisted... it seemed like it wouldn't be impossible. "Not allowed?" Ning Beichuan asked. "Give him a car." Chen Haotian pointed to the car fleet in the distance. "I'll use mine." Ning Beichuan shook his head. What? Upon hearing Ning Beichuan's words, everyone was speechless. They all looked at Ning Beichuan's vintage car with mockery on their faces. "With this old car, what do you think you can do?" "Comparing this piece of junk to a modified supercar, are you trying to get yourself killed faster?" "..." Everyone mocked and laughed until their stomachs hurt. "Alright." Chen Haotian nodded. Ning Beichuan got into the car. The vintage car entered the track, hiding in an inconspicuous position behind the other cars. There were only thirty seconds left until the race started. The engine warmed up, and the roar of the engine shook the hearts of the spectators. At this moment, everyone's blood boiled. The wheels rubbed against the ground, creating white smoke. Thirty-nine supercars were ready to go, eager to try. On the big screen, the numbers kept flashing and finally... 3, 2, 1. "Go!" With the flag raised by the car model, the race began. Forty supercars shot out like arrows, speeding towards the distance. Soon, only scattered taillights were left behind. In the mountains. The cars raced at high speed, chasing each other. The surveillance cameras on both sides of the road recorded everything and transmitted the footage back to the central square of Queen Street. Drifting. Turning. Side by side. Overtaking on bends. Everything flowed naturally, like water. Three minutes later. Boom! On a ridge. On a dangerous cliff, flames soared into the sky. Two supercars collided and scraped against each other during a drift, causing instability. One of them crashed into a crash barrier, instantly crushing into scrap metal and causing a huge fire. The other Porsche wasn't as lucky, being thrown off the cliff by tremendous force, falling into the abyss and exploding in a violent blaze! "Roar!" "Nice, well done!" With the explosion. This group of racing enthusiasts not only did not feel fear, but their adrenaline continued to rise, and their emotions soared! Obviously, this has become the norm. In the flow of traffic. Ning Beichuan controlled the vintage car with a serious expression, bypassed the burning supercar, and continued the pursuit. But deep down, a huge wave of shock had already surged. Is this the thrilling game of Sanjie? Living with death all year round, yet still enjoying it? For a moment, he didn't know what to do, and could only find solace by her side! Queen's Square. A group of enthusiasts watched the big screen, their blood boiling. Today is the quarterfinals of the bidding race, and the car king will be born among these people! How passionate it is! How exhilarating it is! Suddenly, someone noticed Ning Beichuan's movements and exclaimed in shock, "This kid hasn't crashed yet?" In an instant. All eyes gathered and fell on the dark gray vintage car. At the same time. Ning Beichuan stepped on the accelerator. With the speed increasing, he raced ahead, surpassing one supercar after another, aiming for the finish line. Whoosh! Everyone took a sharp breath, shocked. Including the race drivers and the group of enthusiasts. No one could have imagined. Ning Beichuan, who was not favored all the way, actually passed all the obstacles and forcefully entered the final round, catching the attention of the public! For an outsider, this is simply an astonishing feat! "Damn, is this the legendary drift?!" "Power sliding!" "Violent tail flick!" "Blade overtaking!" "This kid is pretending to be weak, turns out he's the real boss!" Under the big screen, everyone looked at Ning Beichuan in awe and astonishment! On the track. Overtaking one supercar after another. Ning Beichuan finally caught sight of Sanjie's figure. His gaze softened, and he closely followed her, escorting her all the way. Ahead, the lights at the finish line were already lit, and the crowd cheered, welcoming the birth of the winner! "Speed!" "Velocity!" In the midst of everyone's attention. At the forefront, two supercars raced side by side. They were Feng Ruoyan and Zhang Baoshan in their Porsche Cayennes. In the last 500 meters, both of them had determined looks, gripping the steering wheel tightly, unleashing their speed to the extreme. Puff! Both simultaneously activated the boosters. Nitrous oxide ignited, shooting out at extreme speed, with blue flames fluttering in the wind! The two cars raced ahead, creating a fierce gust of wind, breaking through the air! Boom! As the finish line approached, Zhang Baoshan gritted his teeth, forcefully turned the steering wheel at high speed, and crashed into the rear of the Ferrari. Boom! The Ferrari shook and veered off the main road. At this moment, there were only a hundred meters left! Everyone stood up, already cheering and welcoming the birth of the second runner-up. "Hahaha, I won, I won!" Zhang Baoshan laughed wildly, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car shot out, heading straight for the finish line. Boom! At this moment, another violent crash sounded. An antique car came from the side and collided with the Porsche, forcefully stopping it thirty meters away! "No!" Zhang Baoshan's eyes were about to burst. He watched helplessly as the Ferrari regained balance and sped towards the finish line. He felt like he was being drained, trembling and collapsing in his seat. Boom! With the sound of an explosive roar, the Ferrari crossed the finish line first, leaving a long trail of flames and hovering on its side. The car door opened. A graceful figure stepped out. She took off her helmet and held it on her waist, facing the crowd of fans, waving her hand. "The Queen of Hearts!" "King!" The crowd cheered. The momentum was immense, reaching the sky! Accompanied by the roaring engines of the supercars. The list of the second runners-up was officially concluded. In the midst of the fervent atmosphere. Ning Beichuan's car drove in. He pulled up beside Feng Ruoyan, lowered the car window, and gazed at the woman before him with tender eyes. Her pride. Her glory. It was truly magnificent to witness it all! Sensing something, Feng Ruoyan turned around, and their eyes met, exchanging smiles. A thousand words were spoken without uttering a single word. Ning Beichuan vowed to protect that smile. In the distance. Zhang Baoshan tightly gripped the steering wheel, consumed by jealous madness as he watched Feng Ruoyan, the center of attention. All of this should have been his! Zhang Baoshan's eyes turned red, and he lost control. He pressed down on the gas pedal and charged forward. "Die!" An angry roar echoed as the Porsche, like a fierce beast, raced into the square, heading straight for Feng Ruoyan. Splash! Feng Ruoyan was thrown into the air and then crashed to the ground. Her body rolled three times, her long hair cascading down, blood staining her unconscious form. Boom! The Porsche collided with the Ferrari, causing a violent explosion. Everyone stood in shock, the silence deafening. It took a moment for Chen Haotian to react: "Quick, save her!" The firefighters swiftly grabbed fire extinguishers to put out the flames and called for an ambulance. They never anticipated such a turn of events! This was an absolute taboo on the racetrack, resulting in disqualification. But Zhang Baoshan had already lost... At best, he would face a ban. The loss of racer Feng Ruoyan would be a devastating blow. Chen Haotian's face darkened as he urgently said, "Quick, take her to the hospital and see if there's any hope!" "Who dares to touch her?" Ning Beichuan slowly opened the car door, struggling to breathe. In an instant. Everyone felt an aura of impending doom, as if the man before them was a god, compelling them to kneel. Instinctively, everyone took a step back, making way for Ning Beichuan. His face was splattered with crimson blood. So warm. So scorching. This was Sanjie's blood! Ning Beichuan nearly fainted, stumbling out of the car, his steps unsteady. "Sanjie." "Sanjie, look at me, wake up, wake up." Ning Beichuan knelt beside Feng Ruoyan, cradling her in his arms, tears streaming down his face as he whispered. Feng Ruoyan's eyes grew dim. Her face was covered in blood, resembling a blood-stained angel. She reached out her hand. Attempting to give Ning Beichuan a feeble smile, to assure him she was okay, but her arm fell weakly. No more breath. "No!!!" Ning Beichuan clung tightly to Feng Ruoyan, howling towards the sky, his heart consumed by intense grief. Something shattered within his heart, impossible to calm. In this moment, all he desired was vengeance! He lifted Feng Ruoyan in his arms. Advancing slowly, like a king of the dark night, leaving people in awe. Under his presence, it felt like a scene of carnage, no one dared to approach, their mouths trembling, unable to speak! "If we don't take her to the hospital, she will die!" In a critical moment, Chen Haotian stepped forward, speaking with solemnity. "Xiaoyue!" "Form up!" Ning Beichuan's gaze turned cold, his eyes bloodshot. Taking a step forward, as if entering purgatory!