The narrow mountain path left no room to turn around, so Lin Feng simply put the car in reverse and backed down the V-shaped bend into Tiger Leaping Gorge.

"Quick, tell me, how did you do that with the car just now? Why didn't Duan Feibao hit us?" Ye Lin gripped Lin Feng's arm, asking curiously.

"Really want to know? Give me a kiss and I'll tell you!" Lin Feng said cheekily to Ye Lin, a mysterious expression on his face as he continued to reverse the car.

As for Duan Feibao's fate, Lin Feng couldn't care less. What goes around comes around. He got what he deserved.

Of course, Ye Lin wasn't willing to kiss Lin Feng. She gritted her teeth and, with a sudden smile, threatened, "If you refuse to tell me, don't blame me for going back on our wager!"

The wager! Lin Feng thought of his bet with Ye Lin, his eyes sparkling. Does she mean that as long as I explain, she'll honor the bet and let me touch that... spot... for two minutes?!

Glancing at Ye Lin, Lin Feng couldn't help but swallow hard. He smiled and said, "Actually, it's just as you saw. An emergency evasive maneuver: I slammed on the front brakes to drift, then executed two quick, sharp turns, making the car momentarily tilt onto two wheels."

Ye Lin's driving skills were average. She had no idea how difficult the emergency evasive maneuver Lin Feng described actually was. Even the most professional stunt drivers needed specialized vehicles and years of practice to barely pull it off, let alone execute it calmly on the brink of a cliff, where life and death hung in the balance. Lin Feng's composure and driving skills were simply superhuman.

"Really? Is that how it was?" Having seen how slick Lin Feng could be, and unable to tell if he was being truthful, Ye Lin pressed further.

"Do I have any reason to lie to you?" Lin Feng asked with a grin.

"I suppose not…" Ye Lin conceded.

"In that case, you have to honor our bet!" Lin Feng glanced at Ye Lin, a mischievous smile playing on his lips as he licked them.

"We'll talk about it after you win!" Ye Lin suddenly turned her head, a smile on her face as she gazed out the window, her voice calm.

Winning won't be hard, Lin Feng thought. Suddenly, he noticed Song Cai's Maserati had vanished. Damn it! That bastard Song Cai took off while we were in danger! How could I tolerate this! Lin Feng immediately slammed the accelerator to the floor. For the sake of that promised bliss, he sped off in pursuit!

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"He's back!" Ten minutes later, a lookout perched on a car roof suddenly yelled.

A dazzling headlight beam pierced the darkness on the ascent of Gyro Mountain. Soon, the roar of a car engine echoed from the distance. In moments, it drew nearer, the deep rumble igniting the crowd's excitement. All eyes were fixed on the approaching vehicle.

As the car drew closer, the crowd's excitement quickly turned to stunned disbelief.

A black Passat slowly pulled to a stop on the platform at Gyro Mountain's summit. It wasn't the ultra-cool Maserati sports car they had been expecting.

"What the hell? Am I seeing things? The Passat came back first! Did Song Cai grow up eating shit or something?"

"Could Song Cai be in cahoots with this Passat guy to scam us? Did anyone here bet on the Passat winning?"

"Could this guy actually be some kind of legendary expert?"

"None of us did! I think only that guy from the Qingzi Sect bet ten thousand on the Passat!"

The young men who had placed bets were on the verge of a meltdown. Almost all of them had bet on Song Cai to win, and now their money was all down the drain!

Lin Feng leaned back in his seat, an air of nonchalance on his face, though a hint of pride peeked through. Song Cai is just a fledgling car enthusiast, not even at an amateur level. He actually dared to challenge me, oblivious to the consequences? He was asking to be crushed.

Ye Lin, in the passenger seat, was like a statue. She was slumped in her seat, panting, motionless, and drenched in sweat…

Ye Lin had finally experienced Lin Feng's insane driving skills firsthand. From the moment he restarted the engine in Tiger Leaping Gorge until they reached the finish line, whether cornering or going downhill, the Passat's speed never dropped below one hundred eighty kilometers per hour!

Consider this: the Passat's top speed was just over two hundred kilometers per hour. This meant that aside from the natural deceleration when going uphill, Lin Feng's foot had barely eased off the accelerator at all!

I'm never getting into this guy's car again! Ye Lin felt her stomach churning violently. She wanted to get out and throw up, but she lacked the strength to even stand...

About ten seconds later, the Maserati finally appeared on Panshan Road. Once the car stopped, a trembling Song Cai scrambled out. He rushed towards the arbiter, shouting as he ran, "Brother Zhang! Lin Feng forced Brother Leopard off the cliff!"

Song Cai's shout plunged the entire mountaintop into silence. Everyone exchanged dismayed glances. Duan Feibao, the boss of the Flying Leopard Club and acclaimed as Gyro Mountain's number one, had been forced off a cliff? What on earth had happened?

Song Cai had considered fleeing. However, he feared that if he ran and the Flying Leopard Club members discovered what happened to Duan Feibao, they wouldn't let him off the hook. So, he decided to return and explain the situation to them, hoping to clear his name.

"You little bastard, what did you say?!" The arbiter was Zhang Fang, the second master of the Flying Leopard Club. Upon hearing Song Cai's words, his immediate instinct was to drag Song Cai into a closed vehicle for a thorough interrogation. But before he could make a move, he suddenly saw Lin Feng appear behind Song Cai.

Lin Feng grabbed Song Cai's arm and said with a smile, "A bet's a bet. Go get the money!"

"I... I..." Song Cai felt Lin Feng's grip was more terrifying than iron pincers. The slightest pressure made his bones feel like they were creaking. He wanted to stall for time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Hold on a moment, friend. Let's get something clear first. Song Cai, what did you just say happened to Brother Leopard?" Zhang Fang stared coldly at Lin Feng. He knew this young man was Lin Feng, the one Song Cai had asked Duan Feibao to handle. He extended his right hand, instinctively trying to grab Lin Feng's left hand to question him.

Why would Lin Feng let Zhang Fang grab him? His own right hand shot out, intercepting and gripping Zhang Fang's wrist instead. "I'm not done with him yet," Lin Feng said calmly. "You'll have to wait."

Initially, Zhang Fang didn't think much of it, assuming Lin Feng had just coincidentally grabbed his wrist. When he instinctively tried to pull free, he discovered Lin Feng's hand was like an iron vise; he couldn't budge it at all!

"How dare you disrespect Brother Zhang! You're fucking courting death!"

"Get him!"

Without waiting for Zhang Fang's command, two Yellow Hairs from the Flying Leopard Club, who were a few steps behind Lin Feng, swung their fists and charged, ready to teach him a lesson.

"SCRAM!" Just as the two Yellow Hairs lunged forward, Lin Feng spun around as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He lashed out with two kicks, striking both of them in the stomach and sending them flying nearly five meters.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at the two Yellow Hairs soaring through the air, momentarily forgetting to breathe. To send someone flying five meters with a single kick, and to do it to two people consecutively... Just what kind of person is he?!

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