Chapter 95: Instant Fame Through One Competition

At this moment, the entire world was utterly stunned by the scene before them. No one doubted their own eyes, yet everyone was questioning their own minds.

Am I really on Earth?

Is this truly Earth?

We are all ordinary people, not superheroes wearing their underwear backwards, right?

No, no, no—this must be another world. Otherwise, how could that man, while on a phone call, overtake on the racetrack in such an unimaginable place and in such a stunningly audacious manner? It must be another world. Yes, it absolutely must be.

There was no cheering. Sun Zhaoxing was dumbfounded.

Nor was there any sighing. Those who were clearly about to lose face, lose money, and even lose this racetrack and the entire underground racing scene in Jiangzhou had no mood to think about such trivial matters. Everyone was doubting whether they were awake, whether they were still in the real world. This was madness.

For such a brief visual spectacle of less than ten seconds, what was the money they lost?

What is a god?

A god is one who faces every danger with calm composure, making even death itself hesitate. Today, they had witnessed that.

Amid the torrential rain, the Raptor roared as it accelerated to its top speed. Although the car was excellent, no one dared to push a vehicle capable of flight to its maximum speed in such weather. Watching the Raptor disappear into the distance, it finally completed a bold, if somewhat clumsy, turn at a corner, pulling away by three hundred meters. Over ten minutes later, the two cars met again at the starting point, with no chance for the other car to overtake once.

Yang Changfeng had just removed the two layers of cloth covering his eyes. He smiled modestly and nodded to Andrei Ivanov, then asked in an imperious tone, “White Mamba, do you want to race again?”

Few knew that the influential figure nicknamed “Hardman of the Racetrack,” Ivanov, had another notorious moniker, identical to that of a star in the American basketball world.

White Mamba—ferocious, sharp, ruthless. In the Western underground racing world, Andrei’s presence was always accompanied by collisions, sometimes even murder. Few knew that Ivanov was the White Mamba who wore the minotaur mask; Yang Changfeng knew all too well.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have immediately assumed that this man was deliberately targeting Sun Zhaoxing.

Andrei’s gaze was fierce. Just as the chief referee was about to announce the result, Yang Changfeng raised a hand to stop him. “Go back. Don’t get involved here.”

The chief referee was stunned. Yang Changfeng said coldly, “If you haven’t heard what White Mamba means, you should find out. Now leave here quickly.”

Andrei’s eye twitched violently as he shouted, “You’re provoking me.”

“That’s right. I want you to use your car as a weapon and attack me,” Yang Changfeng sneered. “You know I don’t mind taking out a few ‘international friends.’ Believe me, I need this opportunity.”

The chief referee ran away as fast as he could. These were not just racers—they were killers. Damn it, killers out for blood!

Only the two men remained, standing face-to-face next to their cars. White Mamba’s gaze was deadly. Yang Changfeng was on high alert; even the towel in his hand was soaked and twisted into a sturdy rope.

If Andrei dared to make a move, Yang Changfeng would not hesitate to kill.

Once the name White Mamba was spoken, this man would be hunted to the ends of the earth. If Yang Changfeng killed him, the domestic response would be silence—no one would pursue the matter.

The spectators who had come to their senses whispered quietly, still unable to fully recover from the shock.

Maswei’s heart echoed one thought: “He is a god. A true god!”

Of all those shaken, Chen Aijia and Anya were the most stunned. But since they were more familiar with Yang Changfeng, they quickly adjusted their mindset.

“He has many stories,” Anya thought.

Chen Aijia’s thoughts were simpler and more assertive: “Whoever he is, he can’t run away anymore. He has to stay and be my assistant. I won’t let him escape again.”

The chief referee rushed in and whispered beside the middle-aged woman, “Sister Zhong, they…”

After hearing this, the woman’s expression remained unchanged as she quietly said, “Don’t tell anyone about this. Alright, get back to your work and forget all about it. Understand?”

The chief referee nodded nervously as if possessed.

Sister Zhong’s shock was beyond words. She was no stranger to the name White Mamba—it was a legend in the Western underground racing world. She hadn’t expected that the Andrei Ivanov who had been in Jiangzhou for so many days was the infamous White Mamba.

This secret could not be revealed. It would bring trouble to everyone at the racetrack.

Glancing at Sun Zhaoxing, Sister Zhong furrowed her brow. This matter would likely not end here. This foreign devil was clearly targeting Sun.

Moreover, they would have to work with Sun in the future, which was hardly good news.

Several investors of the racetrack gathered. They were not the type to refuse payment after losing.

A young heir, known as the executive committee director of the racetrack, straightforwardly pulled Sun Zhaoxing aside. From his attendant, he took out a leather folder containing all the racetrack’s documents.

“We lost. The money will be transferred to you soon. The racetrack belongs to you, but we retain usage rights—that was agreed upon earlier,” the young heir said, his gaze fixed on Yang Changfeng standing in the rain.

This was a man of talent—someone to be courted, at least befriended.

Sun Zhaoxing waved his hand. “I don’t want the racetrack, but I want usage rights. I, my friends, General Manager Chen, and Secretary An want the right to come and relax here anytime.”

The heirs were surprised. Sun was so easy to deal with?

“I need money. These few are planning to open a gym. I don’t want to ask my family. If I win this bet, they have to give me the money. The racetrack cost over two hundred million, right? That’s too much. I can’t take it back,” Sun Zhaoxing said without even looking at the folder. He knew well what he could and couldn’t take.

The heirs understood—this was serious.

“Alright then. Don’t worry about the money. It will be transferred by tomorrow morning. We’ve had misunderstandings with you before, Mr. Sun. Please forgive me. Let’s keep in touch. The older generation is one thing, but we can still freely interact,” the spokesman extended a hand to Sun Zhaoxing.

Sun did not reject the goodwill of the prominent heirs.

They had lost over seventy million altogether, but this sum was insignificant to them. Moreover, building a relationship with Sun Zhaoxing was well worth twice that amount.

Through this wager, Sun Zhaoxing gained face, and not taking the racetrack also gave the heirs face. What was originally a matter of pride could now be put aside.