Chapter 107: Real Rich Ladies

Her words sounded exactly like she was communicating with a business partner, but the key information had already been conveyed.

The bookmaker’s eyes widened as he listened to Zhao Shutong rattle off “thirty million” and “project”—

These two were real rich ladies!

His posture unconsciously bent a little, and his attitude toward Xiong Yibai grew even more enthusiastic:

“Sis, look, your friend is really busy with business… So about this bet…”

Xiong Yibai: “Mm, she’s pretty busy. Let’s talk about fund security first. That’s what concerns me.”

The bookmaker thumped his chest and boasted:

“Sis, you can rest assured a hundred times over! Fund security is absolutely guaranteed. We’re a professional team—we’re all about credibility!”

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen burly men in identical black suits and sunglasses suddenly rushed out from the side. They looked hostile and headed straight for Xiong Yibai and Zhao Shutong with fierce glares.

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Meanwhile, the roar of massive engines echoed over the Rongcheng Circuit, where the stands were packed and colorful flags waved.

The fifth stop of the China Super Car Championship—Rongcheng Station—used the total points from the first four stations to determine the starting grid positions.

Annual Drivers’ Championship Standings:

First: Feng Miwan—130 points

Second: Song Zhe—124 points

Third: Jiang Chengfeng—106 points

All the race cars were already lined up on the grid.

At the front, inside the Maple Grove Racing Team’s Maple Leaf Red car, Feng Miwan held pole position. Right beside her was Zhe Speed Team’s deep blue car, with Song Zhe behind the wheel, his expression serious. He had to win.

First place earned 26 points, second got 18, so if Song Zhe took first, the annual championship would still be his.

In third, inside Chengfeng Team’s fluorescent green car, Jiang Chengfeng was making final confirmations over the team radio:

“Received! OVER!”

At the commentary booth, the two announcers sped up their delivery:

“Ladies and gentlemen, the five red lights are about to light up one by one! Starting from pole is Maple Grove Racing Team’s ‘Rain Battle Goddess’ Feng Miwan! Can she turn this advantage into victory?”

“Song Zhe behind her won’t let that happen! The slim margin on the points leaderboard makes this showdown explosive!”

“And don’t forget Jiang Chengfeng, who’s always sharp off the line—will he pull off a surprise at the first corner?”

“Five, four, three, two, one—the lights out! Race starts!”

The red lights went dark in an instant!

Feng Miwan’s car reacted with astonishing speed, precisely cutting into the optimal line for Turn 1 and successfully holding the lead!

“Feng Miwan with a perfect start! She holds first!”

The announcer shouted.

Song Zhe’s car followed right on her tail, impossible to shake off. His front bumper nearly kissed her rear, hunting for any chance to overtake.

Jiang Chengfeng’s car tried to find space on the inside, but the top two defended flawlessly, forcing him to settle for third for now.

The race progressed at high speed.

After a few laps, the on-track situation stabilized temporarily.

Feng Miwan, Song Zhe, and Jiang Chengfeng formed the lead group, with gaps hovering within one second. Any tiny mistake could shuffle the order.

Feng Miwan drove with total focus, feeling every bit of feedback from the car—the tire wear, the brake temperatures.

She knew Song Zhe lurked behind her like a leopard waiting to pounce.

Song Zhe kept probing, trying to slingshot using her slipstream at several high-speed corners, but Feng Miwan’s line choices were masterful, leaving him no openings.

Over the team radio, he reported:

“The car ahead is steady. Tires good. Need to wait for an opportunity.”

Jiang Chengfeng tailed them while chattering over his radio:

“Wow, the two up front are on fire today. Those late braking points are insane… But I like it! Stay close, maybe snag a gap!”

In the stands, Feng Yuxiao stared intently at the data and live feed on the monitor screen, Feng Miwan’s and the engineers’ comms crackling in his headphones.

His expression was grave, not daring to relax for a second.

In the VIP Box, Xiong Daichuan, Shen Yong, Feng Shouzhuo, Shen Qingyun, and Ren Queyue all held their breath, eyes glued to the big screen and the track below.

Every time Feng Miwan’s red car appeared on screen, Shen Qingyun gripped her husband’s hand tightly in tension.

The race reached lap 18, with the first pit window about to open.

Each team calculated the optimal pit timing.

At that moment, on Maple Grove Racing Team’s command post, an engineer’s screen flickered. An official message from the “Race Control Center” popped up, changing his expression. He immediately reported to Feng Yuxiao:

“Manager Feng! Official channel message! Debris on the 7-8 corner section—safety car might deploy in one minute!”

Safety car?

That meant all cars had to slow down, no overtaking, and follow in formation.

It was the perfect chance to pit for tires and strategy tweaks—pitting early could save tons of time!

Feng Yuxiao’s brows furrowed as he glanced at the main monitor—

On track, Feng Miwan’s car blasted through the 7-8 section at full speed. The track looked spotless, no debris in sight!

The other cars sped through without issue.

At the same time, the track observer engineer voiced confusion over the headphones:

“Weird, visibility’s clear here. No anomalies at 7-8?”

Feng Yuxiao’s heart sank.

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind—

Data interference!

Someone had faked the official message!

The goal: Trick them into an early pit!

If Feng Miwan pitted now and no safety car came out, she’d lose over twenty seconds and drop to the back, shattering her championship hopes!

Time was ticking!

Feng Miwan’s car approached the pit entry!

Over the team radio, her voice came through:

“Team, I got the safety car alert. Pit as planned?”

All eyes turned to Feng Yuxiao.

Believe the “official” message and bet on the safety car?

Or trust their eyes and judgment, risking the opponents’ scheme?

…………..

In the VIP Box, seeing their daughter hold the lead, Feng Shouzhuo couldn’t help clenching his fist and cheering softly:

“Good! Steady driving! I knew our little Wan had it!”

Shen Qingyun beamed with pride: “Yeah, she’s driving so steadily. My heart’s easing up a bit.”

Their proud parental exchange immediately drew attention from Xiong Daichuan, Shen Yong, and Ren Queyue nearby.

The three turned their heads, faces puzzled.

Xiong Daichuan reacted first, smiling amiably as he probed:

“You two just mentioned ‘little Wan’… You mean racer Feng Miwan?”