"I heard Bai Yunfei used his connections to force him in. I’ve never heard of him in the racing world before."
"Do we even need to hear? Look at the other racers. Their teams, their gear, their spirit. And then look at this kid. How does he even compare to those European elite teams?"
"Everyone, whoever bets on number 33 tonight, I’ll call him Big Brother!"
Laughter erupted all around.
The two girls tried hard to hold back their laughter, waiting for Yan Feifei’s instructions.
But just then, Yan Feifei shook her head, a hint of determination flashing in her eyes.
"I already bet on number 33. There’s nothing to change."
Yan Feifei said, her attitude firm.
The two girls were stunned, staring at Yan Feifei in astonishment.
Already bet on number 33?
Placing fifty million on a complete novice with no racing experience?
Though for Bai Yunfei, fifty million is just a drop in the bucket, but even if you don’t care, you should at least make some noise.
Does this woman even know what she’s doing?
"Miss, are you really not going to reconsider?"
One of the girls asked.
Yan Feifei shook her head.
The girl snorted softly and ignored Yan Feifei.
Stupid woman, you’ll regret it later!
They thought they had encountered a swan ready to spread its wings and hoped to serve Yan Feifei well, perhaps gaining Bai Yunfei’s favor in the future.
What swan? Clearly just a big fool!
Such a woman only had dumb luck to get to know Bai Yunfei. She could fall to her death any day.
Little did they know, Yan Feifei had genuinely chosen Lin Beichen from the heart.
As they were talking, another screen rose below the main screen.
On this screen appeared the betting numbers for thirty-three contestants.
Among the thirty-two, some had more, some had less, but the differences weren’t huge, corresponding to their ranks on the racer list.
But the number for contestant 33 made everyone burst into laughter.
"Five hundred and fifty million?!"
"Five hundred million came from Bai Yunfei, I just saw it. Who placed the fifty million?"
"Buddy, if you have money, there’s no need to throw it away. Buy us all a drink and we’d be grateful. Betting on a sure loser, people will just call you an idiot."
Laughter erupted again.
The crowd didn’t change their attitude just because Bai Yunfei bet on Lin Beichen. To them, Bai Yunfei’s bet was due to personal connections, not strength.
Bai Yunfei sat in the VIP section on the third floor, watching the rowdy crowd below with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Idiots!"
Lin Beichen may never have raced before, but he definitely wouldn’t disappoint.
"Master, Lin Beichen’s odds have reached 20 to 1, the highest in the gambling house."
A subordinate whispered.
Bai Yunfei grinned.
Twenty to one!
If Lin Beichen wins, his five hundred million would instantly skyrocket to ten billion!
Lin Beichen cost him five billion, but in return, he would help Bai Yunfei earn ten billion.
On and off, not only did he gain Lin Beichen’s friendship, but also made a net profit of ten billion.
Lin Beichen was really his cash cow!
Bai Yunfei chuckled, even more eager for the upcoming race.
In front of the racetrack.
"All contestants, please get in your cars. The race starts in three minutes."
The referee’s voice echoed through the night.
Upon hearing this, Lin Beichen got into his car.
"That kid in the back, why is he alone? Doesn’t he have a team?"
"A waste who got here through connections, what does he need a team for? He’ll lose anyway, let him embarrass himself alone."
"Clueless! Of all times to join the fun, he picked today. He’s going to lose face big time!"
Teams on the side of the track pointed at Lin Beichen and whispered.
Lin Beichen remained calm, checking the car’s details.
Seatbelt, harness, fall protection.
Finally.
Lin Beichen slowly put on his helmet.
In an instant, the laziness in Lin Beichen’s eyes shot out a sharp gleam.
Since the volcano incident, he had lost interest in everything.
Except when it came to Zhou Ya; it was the only thing that could spark his interest. Everything else rarely mattered to him.
Lin Beichen knew something was off with him.
He seemed to be gradually detaching from the concept of "being human."
The increase in enlightenment made his understanding far beyond others.
For example, a problem that had baffled Professor Qian for decades was solved with just a glance by him.
Lin Beichen didn’t know what solving Professor Qian’s problem meant for the field of physics.
He dared not think about it.
Thinking too much would push him towards a god-like perception.
He avoided touching rational subjects, always suppressing himself.
But when it came to situations fueled by emotion, he could indulge.
A racer, no matter how skilled, was just a racer. It wouldn’t touch the fundamental layers of the world.
So tonight, he could indulge himself.
Bai Yunfei thought Lin Beichen was a car enthusiast just because he drove a Red Flag sports car.
Lin Beichen simply didn’t want to go through the hassle of getting a new car.
But Bai Yunfei’s mistaken assumption gave Lin Beichen a chance to let loose.
So, he had to thank Bai Yunfei.
"On your marks."
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
A gunshot sounded.
As the gun fired, thirty-three cars like lightning, instantly transformed into phantoms, and disappeared onto the mountain track under the night sky.
This racetrack outside the Imperial Capital attracted the best racers globally, not just because of the wealth here, the immense sponsorships, but also because its racing facilities were among the world’s most challenging.
From the mountaintop winding down into the mountains.
A round trip of two hundred miles, through tunnels, cliffs, mountain roads.
Just thinking about conquering the track could make your blood boil.
"Everyone, I’ll be your commentator tonight, but before that, let’s have a moment of silence for contestant number 33."
In front of the big screen, a host dressed as a clown performed exaggeratedly, eliciting laughter.
"Don’t just have a moment of silence for him, let’s also mourn the brave soul who placed fifty million on him."
Someone shouted.
At this, everyone almost laughed their eyes out.
On the third floor, Yan Feifei’s expression was ugly.
"Who says number 33 will lose?"
Yan Feifei suddenly said.
Her voice was loud, drawing many eyes.
The clown host below froze, not expecting a VIP to speak up.
You couldn’t offend the people on the third floor.
As he was thinking, others pointed at Yan Feifei.
"Miss, did you bet fifty million on that guy?"
Once this was said, everyone’s eyes widened.
Instantly, the place fell silent, followed by an even louder burst of laughter.
This time, the laughter almost drowned the entire venue.
Yan Feifei gritted her teeth, staring at the screen.
She didn’t believe Lin Beichen would lose!
On the big screen, Lin Beichen’s display flickered once, then suddenly, his car’s shadow vanished.
"Where’s number 33?"
"Where did his car go?"
"Just now was a cliff hairpin turn, did he lose control and fall off?"
The crowd gasped.
Just then, Yan Feifei exclaimed, standing up excitedly:
"He didn’t fall off, he drove through, he went off the screen!"
Driving off the screen would mean driving off the cliff, right?
The crowd was puzzled.
But in the next moment, they understood Yan Feifei’s meaning.
The overhead drone quickly accelerated, turning its camera, finally capturing a blurry figure ahead in the darkness.
This figure was faster than all the other cars.
Tonight, all thirty-two professional racers were still at the hairpin turn...