"Friend, you’re blocking my way."
Lin Beichen sighed and shouted at the young man with black hair.
Even though he knew it wouldn’t do any good, he still had to go through the motions.
Although the car race was an individual event, most of the 32 top racers from Europe knew each other, with only himself being from Dragon Country.
It was obvious that the other party didn’t want him to get through.
Most people who play car racing aren’t ordinary people; even if they’re not from prominent families, they’re all rebellious types.
Car racing itself is a synonym for passion and impulse.
Lin Beichen indeed liked racing, but he enjoyed the stimulation of speed and the adrenaline rush that made his brain work faster.
No matter how high one’s comprehension, they still need corresponding thought.
And during car racing, Lin Beichen could stimulate his brain to think further.
He played racing not for fast cars or beautiful women, nor to show off among peers, but simply to see if he could break through his realm.
The young man exhaled a ring of smoke, glanced back at Lin Beichen, and waved his hand.
"Young master, what do you want to drink?"
A woman, seductive to the extreme, got out of the car with a few drinks, leaning by the race track.
The young man casually picked up a drink, took a sip, and whispered to the maid, occasionally laughing, without putting Lin Beichen in his eyes at all.
There was a hint of helplessness in Lin Beichen’s eyes.
After dealing with the sniper across the cliff, he inadvertently noticed another group of assassins.
Lin Beichen originally did not want to intervene, but an innocent person got involved.
The other person was surrounded by three assassins. Although it wasn’t caused by Lin Beichen, it was related to him, so he had to step in, which delayed him by two minutes.
It was these two minutes that allowed the racers behind him to overtake successfully.
At this moment, Lin Beichen had once again fallen to the bottom, far behind everyone else by over a minute.
The black-haired youth was probably one of those left behind intentionally. He wasn’t there to race but just to watch a Dragon Country person make a fool of himself.
"Tell me, are you deaf or blind? You’re blocking my way!"
Lin Beichen said coldly, getting a little angry.
The young man waved his hand, and two more beauties got out of the car, surrounding the young man and looking provocatively at Lin Beichen.
The young man, embraced by the three beauties, pointed arrogantly at Lin Beichen.
"I’ll block whoever I want. If you don’t dare to pass, quit! Yell at me again, and I’ll kick you down the mountain!"
Lin Beichen glanced at the cliff on the other side of the mountain road and suddenly smiled.
"Looks like you’re deliberately making trouble."
The young man, one in each arm, had a look of surprise.
"You’re not stupid after all. You just realized that? I don’t want to race; I just want to play with you!"
"Play with me?"
Lin Beichen looked at his black supercar and smiled faintly.
"Since you want to play, let’s play something exciting."
"Exciting?"
The young man laughed loudly, forcefully slapping the beauties’ faces.
"Did you hear that? This kid actually said he wants to play something exciting with me!"
Lin Beichen walked forward.
The young man remained arrogant and fearless.
The three beauties looked curiously at Lin Beichen, smiling.
They were also curious to see what tricks Lin Beichen, who looked like a nobody, could possibly have.
"Yandola, what do you think this guy is going to do?"
On the mountain road, the scene was directly transmitted to the big screen through a drone’s camera.
In the VIP area on the third floor, Yandola watched the scene curiously and shook her head silently.
She was not from Dragon Country but from a European family known for winemaking.
Fei Qingyan’s family had had a business relationship with her family for nearly a century, and they had grown up together. Tonight, they heard about the grand racing event, so they came to play.
Yandola had grown up in Europe, accustomed to dressing revealingly and sexily, while Fei Qingyan had a more Dragon Country characteristic, with a round face and a gentle charm.
Fei Qingyan shook her head gently, curious.
"Yandola, I bet he will hit someone."
Hit someone? How boring!
"I’d say he’d create a wind that pushes the car off the cliff! Don’t you Dragon Country people have lots of supernatural TV dramas?
In those dramas, Martial Arts experts can emit inner strength with a mere wave of their hand!"
Yandola made some childish martial arts moves, her slightly chubby face breaking into a goofy smile.
Yandola’s adorable dorkiness made everyone burst into laughter.
This foreign beauty was exceedingly adorable.
Even if Lin Beichen wanted to act, how could he push a car down the cliff like in TV dramas?
This was not a martial arts or supernatural drama.
A car weighed at least a few tons, and even with ultralight modifications, it couldn’t be pushed by a single person.
As everyone was mocking, the screen suddenly shifted.
Lin Beichen walked next to the car, patted the black supercar’s window, and then delivered a powerful kick.
There was a thunderous bang.
The black-haired youth’s supercar let out a sharp screech, its tires skidding on the ground, leaving a burnt mark. The car’s tail wing suddenly tilted at a sharp angle, slamming heavily into the young man’s thigh.
The tail part had a thick wing installed.
The young man, leaning on the railing without any guard, let out a blood-curdling scream as the wing hit his thigh.
Although the screen didn’t show the impact, it captured the young man’s excruciating expression.
The audience’s mocking laughter immediately halted.
Yandola, Fei Qingyan, Yan Feifei, Bai Yunfei...
Countless people stared at the screen dumbfounded, their mouths wide open, almost big enough to fit an egg.
What did they just see?
With just a pat, Lin Beichen made the car move several degrees? Does this guy have a monster inside him?
It didn’t seem like he used much strength!
If that slap wasn’t on the car but the young man’s face, the poor guy’s head would probably burst instead of just screaming!
Lin Beichen clapped his hands, looked up at the drone’s camera, and smiled faintly.
He knew the cameras were on him but didn’t care.
He had used great force, but science could still explain it.
"Was that thrilling enough?"
Lin Beichen looked down at the young man.
The three beauties stood by, staring at Lin Beichen in fear.
The young man trembled violently, unable to hear Lin Beichen’s words.
The excruciating pain had left his mind blank.
Lin Beichen sighed. He didn’t want to get physical because he knew his slightest move was a nightmare for ordinary people.
Dealing with this guy didn’t give any sense of achievement.
He glanced at the three beauties and waved them over.
"What...what do you want?"
The three beauties asked in terror, too scared to disobey.
Lin Beichen didn’t look at them. He took a drink from the tray and gulped it down.
"The drink is good, but the people...a bit dumb."
Lin Beichen’s indifferent smile made everyone in the audience gasp.
Several who had mocked Lin Beichen earlier felt chills down their spines, swallowing involuntarily.
They no longer dared to watch the rest of the race and left quietly.
Having dealt with the car, Lin Beichen returned to his own vehicle.
He had been delayed another minute, leaving only 45 minutes to finish the race.
This was Lin Beichen’s bottom line.
If he couldn’t finish within 45 minutes, this race would be considered a failure.
The black-haired young man, sprawled on the ground, glared at Lin Beichen and screamed:
"How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am? I’ll make you pay!"
Before he finished, a red supercar roared towards him like a jungle beast, its engine screaming like the roar of a king, rushing towards him in an instant.
The audience’s faces changed drastically.
Was Lin Beichen going to kill someone?