Han Shuo did not expect that pulling the seatbelt was the most important part.
When the Chariot God's Tome merged into his mind, including muscle memory, he grabbed the steering wheel and felt a sense of harmony.
A second before Han Shuo started the car, the exposed woman had already taken off her bra and thrown it into the air.
This was the signal to set off!
The bald man's silver Porsche, Ford Mustang, and Toyota AE86 instantly rushed out.
Meng Tao's attention was attracted by the white chest that suddenly jumped out and he was lost in thought for half a second.
The exposed girl closed her eyes and felt the strong airflow passing by her, her face showing an expression of enjoyment.
She thought that all the cars had already set off. When she opened her eyes, she saw a fiery red Ferrari and a silver-white Wuling Hongguang speeding past her. She couldn't help but be shocked.
"F * ck, why are you showing your breasts for no reason?”
Meng Tao cursed in a low voice and stepped on the accelerator desperately to catch up with the car in front.
However, in this kind of race, a half-second difference would have already made the car run very far.
After accelerating several times, the needle on the dial had already pointed to 180 kilometers per hour. Although this speed was still far from the Ferrari's top speed of 315 kilometers per hour, Meng Tao did not dare to step on the accelerator anymore.
This kind of mountain road was different from the highway.
Not only was there a 10,000-foot cliff beside him, but they were also going in circles.
The nine twists and turns were not just words.
Meng Tao liked this kind of exciting game very much. However, while his body was excited, his palms were actually sweating a little.
After all, it was his first time racing on Mount Haruna.
The wind howled.
The Ferrari's speed was so fast that it left a long red trail on the winding mountain track, but the distance between it and the car in front was still increasing bit by bit.
"Damn it, this can't go on!”
Meng Tao gritted his teeth." So be it!”
He stepped on the floor oil.
Boom!
A violent explosion sounded, but the explosion was obviously not from a Ferrari.
A silver-white stream of air whizzed past the Ferrari and chased after the Porsche.
Meng Tao stared blankly ahead. When he saw that the taillights were the taillights of Wuling Hongguang, he looked as if he had seen a ghost.
He had already run to Wuling Hongguang, which was moving at 280 kilometers per hour.
Han Shuo controlled the steering wheel with one hand and turned on the audio in the car with the other.
Soon, the carriage was filled with the cheers of the legendary Phoenix.
"The boundless horizon is my love…"
Many racers liked to listen to this explosive and hysterical music while driving.
For example, the bald man's silver Porsche was playing heavy metal music.
The long-haired, thin-faced man's Toyota AE86 was playing West Coast rap music.
The woman with the smell of sex played a DJ in her Ford Mustang.
Even Meng Tao's Ferrari was playing a piece of pure music with dense drumbeats and a strong sense of rhythm…
Only Han Shuo.
Only his Wuling Hongguang was different.
Of course, these songs were not Han Shuo's taste, but the original car owner's favorite.
Han Shuo listened to 'The Hottest National Style' and was quite happy.
This song really made people feel high.
Han Shuo had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the car's gear lever.
He stepped on the accelerator, clutch, and brake nimbly.
When passing through a sharp turn, it was necessary to continuously accelerate and decelerate. The drift range was very large. Only a tight operation could ensure that the car would not be thrown off the mountain road due to the tail drift.
This modified Wuling Hongguang was indeed different.
If a normal Wuling Hongguang ran above 200 km/h, the car would start to float and shake heavily, as if it would fall apart at any moment.
The car that Han Shuo was driving was now running at 300 km/h, but there was no serious shaking at all.
The acceleration was also smooth. Whether it was the fuel or the gear change, the 1.6 naturally aspirated seemed to have become a 6.0T turbine…
There was no obvious push on the head at high speed, and the feeling of pushing the back was stronger.
If his eyes were closed, he would give off the same feeling as a Ferrari, Porsche, and other sports cars. Even if there was a difference, it was still within an acceptable range!
On Mount Qiu in Yang Cheng, only amateur racers would come to play. Real professionals would rarely come to such a place.
The bald man's speed of 300 kilometers per hour was almost top-notch.
If they went any higher, the danger level would increase sharply. They did not have the courage to do so.
One had to know that every year, there were many racers who died on Mount Haruna.
Almost every curve here had lost a fresh life.
The bald man drove at the front, and the other two followed closely behind.
Seeing that he was almost halfway through the race and Meng Tao's Ferrari was still far behind, he was completely relieved.
The latter half of the journey was a series of sharp turns, which was very dangerous.
In order to ensure his safety, he began to slow down a little when he made a sharp turn, only maintaining a speed of 200 km/h.
If one had a bird's eye view of Mount Haruna, they would be able to clearly see a silver-white phantom rapidly approaching the three sports cars halfway up the mountain...
The bald man and the other two were completely unaware of this.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。