In this race, any collisions or rule violations were strictly forbidden, punishable by immediate disqualification. Yet Zhang Liang, driven by his desire to win, resorted to unscrupulous tactics. Su Wanwan's delicate figure swayed slightly as she steadied herself, reaching out to press a button inside her car that directly connected to the referee's microphone.
"Zhang Liang has violated the rules."
Her clear voice echoed through the microphone, ringing out across the entire venue. The referee paused in surprise, about to respond, when Su Wanwan continued:
"So... may I collide with him?"
Not only the referee, but even the spectators were momentarily stunned. What did Su Wanwan mean? Removing Zhang Liang from the race would mean one less rival. Before anyone could answer, the crowd erupted into cheers.
"Yes, you may!"
"Go ahead and crash into him!"
A faint, knowing smile curved Su Wanwan's crimson lips as she ended the call. Her eyes hardened with icy determination. She slammed her foot on the accelerator and surged straight toward Zhang Liang's car.
Zhang Liang undoubtedly heard her words. Gritting his teeth fiercely, all traces of his earlier restraint vanished.
"Su Wanwan, if you want to crash into me, don't expect me to hold back!"
Ahead lay a sharp bend. Zhang Liang tensed every nerve. Halfway through the curve, Su Wanwan's speed didn't waver—instead, it surged forward. Suddenly, with a loud crash, Zhang Liang's body jolted violently. Before he could react, Su Wanwan's vehicle tilted sharply, nearly sixty degrees, one wheel lifting off the ground, its weight pressed almost entirely against Zhang Liang's car.
No matter how Zhang Liang accelerated, braked, or steered, it was futile. He was utterly pinned down by Su Wanwan's maneuver.
"Damn it! What have you done?"
"Su Wanwan!"
"You're cheating!"
Inside her car, Su Wanwan sat slightly askew—an inherently perilous position, for a misstep could easily overturn her vehicle. Yet she gazed calmly through the window, eyes glinting with a faint, chilling resolve.
"Double standards on a grand scale?"
The next moment, Zhang Liang's car was forcefully shoved off the track.
Simultaneously, a mechanical, emotionless voice announced over the speakers:
"Zhang Liang, disqualified."
Zhang Liang sat stunned behind the wheel, his hands trembling faintly on the steering wheel.
"How is this possible...?"
"Impossible!"
The tires clicked back onto the ground as Su Wanwan, unhesitating, fixed her gaze on the remaining five laps.
The entire sequence was captured by drones. The audience was breathless, all eyes locked on the scene, their tension palpable. Only when the verdict was declared did the crowd stir, breaking into a nervous sweat.
A subtle hum filled the air. Heads lifted simultaneously to see ten more drones swooping in, converging around Su Wanwan like a swarm.
The crowd belatedly realized that Su Wanwan was the true dark horse of the race…
With Xia Kelan's deliberate concession and Su Wanwan's skill, she had effortlessly caught up to Li Beimo.
"Hm, now this is a worthy opponent."
For the first time, a rare trace of admiration flickered across Li Beimo's normally serene eyes, mixed with a quiet anticipation—hoping Su Wanwan would confront him with the same ruthless resolve she showed Zhang Liang.
But lap after lap passed, until the final one, and Su Wanwan remained composed, unhurried.
The livestream chat exploded with speculation.
"What's going on? Is Su Wanwan not planning to overtake?"
"Is she content with second place?"
"Guys, don't underestimate the racing god. At Su Wanwan's level, overtaking him is just a pipe dream."
"No kidding. The racing god has been competing for years—he's no small fry like Zhang Liang."
"Second place isn't bad! That collision had me on edge—scared me to death!"
"Well, no suspense left. I'm out."
Xie Cheng glanced up from his phone, watching the woman on the big screen—her face serious but eyes piercingly clear.
"Looks like Wanwan's giving up?"
Fu Liangmu shook his head calmly.
"No, she's waiting."
"Waiting for what? It's almost the last lap—overtaking now would be tough..."
A faint, mocking smile played on Fu Liangmu's lips, his dark eyes harboring quiet irony.
"What do you think is the cruelest way for a hunter to deal with prey?"
Xie Cheng shook his head.
Fu Liangmu's slender fingers curled lightly, his perfectly sculpted knuckles resembling exquisite craftsmanship—utterly captivating.
"Of course, it's... to catch it, release it, then kill it."
Xie Cheng: "..."
Just as expected.
At the final bend, Li Beimo slowed to overtake—when a sharp whoosh sounded by his ear.
A shocking sight unfolded.
The woman untied the ribbon binding her black hair, which whipped wildly in the wind. In a breathtaking display of speed, she tore through the curve and surged toward the finish line—crossing it moments before Li Beimo.
Li Beimo crossed the line, stunned.
Su Wanwan stepped out, her raven hair cascading freely, wild and untamed over her shoulders. She stood by her car, wearing a serene smile devoid of any arrogance.
Her gaze left Li Beimo speechless, striking his heart and tinting his world with vivid color.
In that instant, the image of the revered senior in his mind seemed to merge perfectly with her.
Xia Kelan hurried over, anxiously inspecting Su Wanwan's foot.
"Girl, you really went all out—are you okay?"
"You know my foot never fully healed. If it gets worse, Fu Liangmu will kill me for sure."
Li Beimo sat quietly inside his car, overhearing their conversation. His eyes drifted downward.
Indeed... last time he saw her, she could barely walk smoothly.
No wonder she had defeated him so effortlessly.
Li Beimo's heart was flooded with a complex mix of emotions.
Xia Kelan glanced back at him, shooting a fierce glare before supporting Su Wanwan toward the lounge.
The arena erupted in incredulous astonishment.
"Su Wanwan won?"
"She beat the racing god North?"
"No way he threw the race!"
"As a fanatic who followed him from abroad to here, I swear the racing god didn't hold back—the speed he took the last corner at was the same as when he won the championship overseas."
"So you're saying Su Wanwan is even stronger than the racing god...?"
The crowd exchanged uneasy glances, swallowing hard, haunted by a terrifying realization.
"Seems Su Wanwan never gave her all from the start..."
Seeing her blistering speed at the final curve, everyone understood.
Had she unleashed her full prowess from the beginning, she would have easily left the racing god North several laps behind.
"I heard she raced with an injury."
"Yeah, her foot got twisted recently—any pressure causes pain."
"No way! Don't stop me—I'm officially a fan now!"
"What luck did Fu Liangmu have to marry such a perfect woman?"