Chapter 110: The Spirit of Racing

Song Zhe had no chance to refuse.

A private line, unrecorded by the official event channel, was established. He had about thirty seconds to speak directly to Feng Miwan.

The entire Zhe Speed Team command station, including Song Weicheng who was monitoring from behind the scenes, held their breath, waiting for Song Zhe to deliver the game-changing trump card.

However, Feng Miwan’s channel only carried the faint “hiss” of static.

Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds…

Song Zhe pressed his lips tightly together, his eyes filled with conflict.

He gazed at the stubborn, pure red race car ahead—the figure he regarded as his one true rival.

The spirit of racing—bound by rules and sharpened by skill—demanded ultimate focus to achieve breakthroughs at the extremes.

It was about giving everything while revering professionalism with honesty—

Using despicable tactics to interfere with an opponent meant that even crossing the finish line first yielded only a hollow, meaningless fake victory.

What kind of real racer was that?

How could it match the dignity of competing side by side on the track?

Song Zhe clenched his teeth. In the end, the thirty-second limit expired.

“What the hell is he doing?! Why didn’t he say it?!”

In the office, Song Weicheng slammed his fist on the table in fury.

“That indecisive idiot!”

Song Weicheng’s face darkened as he roared the order:

“Activate the backup plan! Now!”

On the track, Song Zhe shouted into the team radio:

“Tactic canceled! I can pass her!”

Just as Song Zhe prepared to launch another pure skill-based assault, a male voice that Feng Miwan somewhat recognized—but absolutely shouldn’t have heard at that moment—cut into her radio.

It was He Qingting from the Qingting Racing Team!

“Feng Miwan, we’ve got Xiong Yibai. If you dare take this first place, we’ll tear up the ticket. Think it over.”

The sudden voice and terrifying content made Feng Miwan’s grip on the steering wheel tighten abruptly. The car swayed slightly at high speed.

The commentator caught the detail:

“Hmm? Feng Miwan’s line drifted a bit just now! Was that a mistake? Under this pressure, any tiny fluctuation can get amplified!”

A wave of muffled gasps rose from the stands.

Feng Miwan’s heart pounded wildly in her chest, a chill surging from her feet to her head.

Yibai…

Had something happened to Yibai?

No… impossible!

Brother said everything was arranged!

But… He Qingting’s voice…

That threatening tone…

She forced herself to stare at the track ahead. Every corner, every brake mark flashed by rapidly, but He Qingting’s words echoed like a demonic chant in her mind.

Feng Miwan shouted into the radio:

“Tear up the ticket? No way, why would you do that?”

But the voice that came through the radio next was Feng Yuxiao’s:

“What tear up the ticket? Little Wan, what are you talking about?”

Hearing her brother, Feng Miwan asked:

“Bro! Where’s Yibai?! Is Yibai in the box? Is she safe?!”

In the pit area, Feng Yuxiao’s heart sank upon hearing his sister’s words—

The opponents had indeed resorted to the lowest tactics!

He had anticipated they might use Xiong Yibai as leverage. Now, he responded with the most resolute tone to steady her:

“Little Wan! Listen! Doctor Xiong is absolutely safe! I guarantee it!”

“I’ve already coordinated with Mr. Xiong—it’s foolproof!”

“This is 100% an enemy trick to mess with your head! Don’t fall for it! Focus on driving!”

Hearing her brother’s firm reassurance, Feng Miwan felt slightly relieved, but still worried:

“Bro! Double-check right now! Confirm immediately! I need to know she’s definitely safe!”

Feng Yuxiao understood his sister’s feelings. He signaled his assistant to contact Xiong Daichuan for confirmation while continuing to soothe her:

“Okay! I’ll confirm personally right away!”

“But listen to me, Feng Miwan—right now, immediately, shake all those messy thoughts out of your head!”

“Watch your line, control your throttle and brakes!”

“Song Zhe is right on your tail! If you get distracted, you’ll play right into their hands!”

“This championship is yours by right—no one can steal it with dirty tricks! Got it?”

Her brother’s words acted like a shot of adrenaline. Feng Miwan took a deep breath, her racing heartbeat gradually calming.

“Got it!”

The red race car traced another perfect arc, holding the line steady.

In the pit area, Feng Yuxiao wasted no time and took the already connected phone from his assistant.

“Mr. Xiong, emergency. Has your daughter Xiong Yibai arrived at the box yet?”

Outside the VIP Box, Xiong Daichuan held the phone, his brows furrowed:

“Manager Feng, Little Bai… hasn’t arrived yet.”

“They ran into a little incident, just handled it, and are now rushing from the police station to the track.”

Feng Yuxiao was somewhat surprised:

“Police station?! Are they safe now?”

Xiong Daichuan quickly reassured him:

“Safe, don’t worry! Escorted by bodyguards and police all the way. It’s just… they might miss the end of the race.”

Hearing this, Feng Yuxiao made a quick judgment:

“Good, as long as they’re safe.”

“Mr. Xiong, please have everyone in the box stay put until the race ends—no leaving casually.”

“The track is the safest place. The culprits behind this won’t risk offending the organizers.”

“We’ll talk after the race.”

Xiong Daichuan responded gravely:

“Understood. We’ll stay in the box.”

After hanging up, Xiong Daichuan adjusted his expression before pushing the door back into the box.

The atmosphere inside was the same as when he left—even more “lively.”

Shen Qingyun still held Ren Queyue’s hand warmly, as if she had endless questions.

Meanwhile, in the car, Zhao Shutong stared at the line of stationary cars outside the window, then checked the time on her phone, anxious as an ant on a hot pan and wishing she could sprout wings and fly there.

“It’s over, we’re gonna miss the awards ceremony too!”

She sighed, pressing her forehead to the car window.

Just then, she spotted an electric scooter weaving through the gaps in the stalled traffic, about to slip past their car.

An idea struck Zhao Shutong!

She pulled a thick wad of cash from her wallet, stuffed it into the driver’s hand without looking,

“Driver, this is for speeding and the fare—we’re out!”

Without waiting for a response, she yanked open the door, dragged Xiong Yibai out, and rushed to block the electric scooter’s path with open arms.

The young girl riding it was startled by the sudden scene and braked hard.

“Sis! Help us out! Sell me this scooter—ten times the original price!”

Zhao Shutong made her offer directly.