Ning Fan slightly squinted his eyes, sizing up Wang Haitao with a smile and said, "My fellow student, what do you mean by this? I don't quite understand."
"Who the hell is your classmate? Stop trying to buddy up to me. I'm here to race cars, not play house with you. Do you understand this man's sport? If you dare, stay; if not, get the hell out. Dream on if you think you're taking Xu Xiaoqing with you!"
Wang Haitao said without a hint of politeness.
Xu Xiaoqing also tugged at Ning Fan's sleeve, whispering, "Ning Fan, I promised my classmates I'd stay and race with them. Why don't you join too?"
Ning Fan smiled slightly and said, "I'd better not. If I were to participate, I'd leave them in the dust so much that they wouldn't even see my shadow—how embarrassing would that be for them?"
Ning Fan said this earnestly.
However, Wang Haitao was nearly about to explode with anger, pointing at Ning Fan and said, "Smartass, you sure talk big. Prove yourself on the track with a real race against me, show what you've got, and stop just talking—it makes people look down on you!"
Even Wang Xiaodie and Zhou Jiangming were a bit puzzled, whispering, "Ning Fan, have you ever raced before? It's a high-speed sport, and a slight mistake can lead to a major accident. If you haven't done it before, it's best not to overdo it!"
Ning Fan pursed his lips into a smile and said slowly, "I'm not great at it, but handling him will be no problem."
The "him" Ning Fan referred to was, of course, Wang Haitao.
A flash of rage passed through Wang Haitao's eyes. He took a motorcycle helmet from a subordinate, stood in front of a modified top Harley at the entrance of the club, and with a provoking look at Ning Fan, said, "Since you're confident you can beat me, come and try. Let's see if your skills match your big talk!"
Wang Haitao was utterly confident in himself. He had specifically sought instruction from a national champion racing god for the purpose of learning to drive.
In the past few years in the underground racing scene of Zhonghai City, whether on motorcycles or four-wheel drives, he moved like a fish in water and had won many championships.
He was here purely for the sake of his classmates this time; otherwise, he wouldn't bother with a race at a venue that doesn't even set up betting stakes.
Thinking this, Wang Haitao had a sudden idea, looking at Ning Fan who was still standing next to Xu Xiaoqing without moving,
he sneered and said, "Since you say you can beat me, why don't we make a bet? One million, one lap, whoever finishes the entire course and gets back to the starting point first wins. The money will be transferred on the spot. Do you dare?"
Ning Fan's face showed a moment of hesitation, which Wang Haitao immediately caught and laughed loudly, "Ha ha, I knew you were a coward with no guts!"
"It's not that I don't dare, it's just that one million…"
Ning Fan said with a smile, "Is really too little!"
At these words, the students at the Feiyun Club were instantly in an uproar!
This man must have incredible confidence and financial backing!
One million for a car race is indeed no small amount, and yet he still found it too little!
And seeing his confident and fearless expression, could he really be sure of beating Wang Haitao?
This made those who knew Wang Haitao's background feel that Ning Fan was truly insane, totally oblivious of his own limits.
"What, you want to raise the stakes? I'm all in."
Wang Haitao said with a cold laugh.
He began to feel that coming to this car race wasn't a waste after all.
"Let's make it ten million; too much more, and I'd worry about your financial pressure."
Ning Fan clapped his hands and said nonchalantly.
"Ten million? Can you really afford that?!"
Wang Haitao was taken aback and was also stunned by Ning Fan's proposal.
"If you want to play, play. Quit the chatter, or go home and sleep,"
Ning Fan seemed impatient, and his tone carried a tinge of arrogance.
'No problem, it's settled then. With so many people witnessing, I'm sure he won't deny losing, right, Xiaoqing? You agree with me, don't you?"
Wang Haitao gave Xu Xiaoqing a somewhat ambiguous smile.
He was not short of money. After all, which of those who could come out to play with cars in the middle of the night wasn't from a wealthy family?
Xu Xiaoqing looked somewhat worriedly at Ning Fan's profile, without speaking.
Ning Fan gave her a reassuring look and said, "Stop the chatter, let's make it quick. I need to get back to sleep after I win against you."
"Haha, good, very cocky. I want to see what you'll use to beat me. Xiao Hai, get him a good car!"
Wang Haitao cocked his head to someone beside him and said, giving him a covert glance.
The young man known as Xiao Hai immediately caught on, nodded, went into the vehicle storage garage, and pushed out a beautifully modified car, saying to Ning Fan, "Just the modification costs of this car exceeded five hundred thousand. Check it, and if it's alright, then get ready to start."
Ning Fan just laughed nonchalantly and said, "No need to check, the track is only ten minutes away, it'll be over quickly, so there's no need."
Getting on the motorcycle, Ning Fan expertly revved up, lifting the front wheel, and gave Wang Haitao a slight smile, saying, "Ready?"
A look of wariness flickered in Wang Haitao's eyes; Ning Fan's demonstrated skill showed that he was indeed capable.
But thinking of the "good car" Xiao Hai had prepared for Ning Fan, he felt relieved, nodded, and put on his helmet.
"Ning Fan, your helmet."
Xu Xiaoqing warmly handed the helmet to Ning Fan.
"Thanks. Although I feel I won't need this, since you brought it over, Xiaoqing, I'll wear it. But before that, could you perhaps leave your sweet kiss on it as my blessing?"
Ning Fan held the helmet, smiling at Xu Xiaoqing.
Xu Xiaoqing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she gently hit Ning Fan, saying, "You never act serious!"
Though she said that, she still obediently kissed the surface of the helmet lightly.
The casual look in Ning Fan's eyes instantly disappeared!
The moment Xiao Hai fired the starting gun, the roaring sound of the engine immediately put him two body lengths ahead of Wang Haitao!
"Ning Fan, well done!"
Wang Xiaodie and Zhou Jiangming watched the scene with great excitement, screaming out loud.
However, the good times didn't last long. Not much later, the club's screen showed that Wang Haitao had overtaken him on a curve, now leading by three body lengths.
Ning Fan, struggling to catch up from behind, looked at the car beneath him and showed a resigned smile, "So that's how it is, no wonder you were so confident."
Just under a minute after getting on the car, he had already felt that there was a problem with its engine system. Although it wasn't to the extent that it was undrivable, it was clearly slower than the other modified cars during acceleration!
This was the real reason he was quickly overtaken by Wang Haitao after initially leading!
"Dream on if you think you can beat me, the ten million is mine, haha!"
Under the helmet, a hint of triumph flashed in Wang Haitao's eyes.