aircannonsinc Chapter 1752 Bad seeds know no borders
Chapter 1752 Bad seeds know no borders
"Let's hang out together for any future activities," Han Anning said with a smile to the boys who had made the request.
As he spoke, his eyes even swept over the faces of the group.
His gaze didn't linger on anyone in particular, yet it made everyone feel cared for.
Han Anning took out a QR code.
The boy wearing the Richard Mille immediately scanned the QR code and added the friend.
He was saying, "Han Anning? Nice name. My name is Wang Zi, I mainly drive Ferraris, let's meet up sometime."
"No problem." Han Anning smiled and agreed, then looked at the other people who had scanned the QR code, "Passed. Let's chat more in the group later."
Shen An watched from the side, nudged Jiang Xin with his elbow, and whispered, "Tsk, did you see that? An Ning's switching speed is just like a queen of the sea."
Jiang Xin touched his nose. Although he was a little annoyed, he just pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
She handled the situation with ease, as if the girl who had shown vulnerability in front of Jiang Cheng just moments before was merely an illusion.
Only when she occasionally glanced at Jiang Cheng without realizing it would a fleeting, subtle, complex emotion flash across her eyes.
Jiang Cheng merely glanced at her indifferently, his gaze calm and unwavering, as if watching an insignificant farce.
His gaze didn't even linger on Han Anning.
This complete indifference made Han Anning feel like a clown who was putting on a great show but no one applauded.
Han Anning's subtle glances at Jiang Cheng were perfectly concealed, moving among the boys who were fawning over her like a clever smokescreen, without arousing any suspicion from them.
The boys' attention was entirely focused on her bright smile and the QR code she was displaying; they didn't notice the fleeting glint in her eyes.
However, this subtle change did not escape the notice of the three women beside Jiang Cheng.
Jiang Churan, in particular, still had the faint smile on her face from Jiang Cheng's whispered words.
But as a woman, she was instinctively wary of the women surrounding Jiang Cheng.
Even though she sensed Han Anning's thoughts, Jiang Churan's smile did not diminish.
She even unconsciously gripped Jiang Cheng's arm with both hands.
Xu Yan, standing next to Jiang Churan, was even more straightforward and perceptive.
She was all too familiar with Han Anning's gaze.
This is definitely not the way she looks at ordinary friends or even club partners; there's something hidden in her eyes that she herself may have had at times.
She subconsciously looked at Jiang Churan beside her, only to meet Jiang Churan's gaze, which was also looking at her.
Their eyes met, and they exchanged a knowing look, everything unspoken.
After meeting Jiang Churan's gaze, Xu Yan turned to look at Shen Shuang.
Xu Yan didn't need to give her any hints; her expression was even more direct and explicit than the other two women's.
He was clicking his tongue and shaking his head at Han Anning.
Upon seeing this, Xu Yan and Jiang Churan couldn't help but smile.
Seeing that everyone here was comforting Han Anning, those foreigners started staring at them and chatting, trying to get a sense of their presence.
“Wow! Bugatti La Voiture Noire?!” Sarah, the white female driver who won the race, exclaimed.
The flippant tone in that exclamation subsided somewhat.
However, a hint of barely perceptible jealousy quickly appeared on his face: "This car is actually in China."
"I heard before that it was bought by someone from Dubai, but I never expected it to be here..."
Sarah chimed in, "This car seems to belong to the man standing in the middle. He looks quite young, but those people seem to respect him a lot..."
After saying that, Sarah strode over to Jiang Cheng and the others with her long legs.
Sarah deliberately whistled and looked at Jiang Cheng with a flippant tone: "Bugatti Night Sound? Wow, the real car is even cooler than the pictures."
His companion, who had come with him, nudged Sarah with his elbow and whispered, "I didn't expect to see a real car here, Sarah. You're not going to......"
Although their voices were not loud, everyone present could hear them clearly.
As the president, Fu Yang noticed that the other party's attitude had changed from pure mockery to a complex mix of amazement.
Then she saw that Jiang Cheng still had an indifferent look on his face, as if it were none of his business.
He felt it necessary to step forward and explain the situation, which would also help ease the tense atmosphere.
“Brother Cheng, here’s the thing. These foreign friends of today,” he pointed to Sarah and her group, “are from the European ‘Silverstone’ racing team. They just flew to Kyoto for a business event, and their team leader contacted our HAC through connections, saying they wanted to have an informal exchange between Chinese and European drivers and experience the racing culture in China. Our club thought it was a good thing, so we accepted the invitation and invited them to come and have some fun.”
As Fu Yang spoke, his face darkened, and his tone was clearly displeased: "I originally thought we could make friends through cars and exchange skills. I didn't expect..."
These foreigners have all spent a long time in China, so they can understand a large part of the local language.
Seeing the accusatory tone in Fu Yang's words, Sarah's arrogance resurfaced.
She crossed her arms, curled her lip, and said in accented English:
"Exchange? Of course, it's for the sake of exchange. But the result of the exchange seems to clearly explain the problem. Chairman Fu, on the track, strength speaks for itself. If you lose the race, are you going to blame the winner for not being 'humble' enough? I thought China was a land of etiquette and respected the strong."
That's just adding fuel to the fire!
“You…!” Fu Yang’s face turned pale with anger. He had just lost a match, and now that the other party had shut him up with these words, he was speechless for a moment.
Jiang Xin, standing to the side, couldn't help but curse, "Damn it, they don't know what's good for them!"
"If you're not satisfied, we can run another lap anytime. We're not targeting you personally; we do the same in other countries. Surely it's not just the Chinese who can't handle a challenge..."
These barbed words reignited the tension that had just eased.
As the president of the HAC club, he is also an important partner and senior car owner of SEG (SCG) in China.
Fu Yang knew he could no longer sit idly by.
This is no longer just about personal victory or defeat; it concerns the glory of the Chinese supercar community.
He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and said calmly in English, "Gentlemen, winning the game is your achievement, but please watch your words. This is China, and it is also HAC's home ground."
Sarah shrugged, looking nonchalant: "Oh? Home field? So what? On the track, it's all about skill, not talk. If you're not satisfied, we can have another race. You can send in whoever you want."
Her gaze swept over Fu Yang, filled with undisguised provocation.
Fu Yang's face darkened.
His SEG 003S was extremely powerful, with its lightweight design and power output giving it a huge advantage on the track.
However, the other driver's skills were indeed superb, and the SVJ's horsepower should not be underestimated.
More importantly, the handling characteristics of niche, top-tier hypercars like the SEG are more extreme, demanding a high level of skill from the driver.
But at this moment, he represents the club's reputation, and there is no turning back.
“Alright, I’ll run a race with you.” Fu Yang said in a deep voice, his eyes sharp.
"Brother Yang, be careful!" Jiang Xin couldn't help but shout.
Shen An also patted Fu Yang on the shoulder with a solemn expression.
Jiang Cheng didn't say anything; this is HAC, not SSCC.
Just as Fu Yang was about to get on the bus, a boy named A-Jie, a core HAC member who hadn't said much, stood up.
He was quite skilled at the HAC club, but he had a rather impulsive personality.
"Yang-ge! Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut! It's not your turn to do this." A-Jie stopped Fu Yang, his face filled with resentment and indignation. "This woman is too arrogant. Let me go and deal with her first! Damn it, does she think she's a racing god just because she drives an SVJ?"
Fu Yang hesitated for a moment. He knew A-Jie's skills; he was considered a good player in the club.
The GT-R's straight-line acceleration and cornering performance are also extremely strong, making it a formidable competitor.
Just as Fu Yang was about to nod, a deep male voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, rang out: "Wait a minute."
Among the group of foreign drivers, there was a tall, short-haired, sharp-eyed white man who leaned against the car.
He slowly walked forward, his gaze sweeping over A-Jie and his GT-R, a hint of barely perceptible contempt on his lips.
He then said in fluent English, "My friend, your enthusiasm is commendable. However..."
The tone shifted, and the gaze fell on Fu Yang. "According to the usual practice of 'exchange,' and out of respect for the organizers, since your club's president is personally participating, it would be extremely impolite of us to send just an ordinary player."
He shrugged, adopting a "I'm very principled" attitude: "Since you say it's a waste for your guild leader to meet with Sarah, then let me, as the captain of the 'Silverstone' team, personally accompany the vice guild leader in this 'friendly' exchange. Does that seem fair?"
After saying that, he looked at Sarah and asked, "Sarah, you don't have any objections, do you?"
Hearing this, Sarah shrugged: "Of course, Captain Jerry, you're the most suitable person to take action."
Jerry's words directly shut down A-Jie, instantly elevating the confrontation to a direct dialogue between the two leaders.
Ah Jie's face turned red with anger. He wanted to say something, but Shen An stopped him.
If the other party insists on having A-Jie go on stage after making such a point, it would make HAC seem timid or not following the "rules".
Fu Yang shook his head at A-Jie, signaling him to step back, then looked firmly at the crew-cut captain.
"Alright! Then it'll be Captain vs. President!"
The crew-cut captain smiled, revealing a set of white teeth, but his eyes were fixed on Fu Yang like a hawk: "Very good, I'm looking forward to it. My car is that black Porsche 911 GT2 RS."
Hearing this, everyone's hearts were in their throats.
Porsche 911 GT2 RS, nicknamed "Widowmaker".
With its rear-engine, rear-wheel-drive configuration, massive horsepower, and extremely sensitive and difficult-to-handle handling, it is a true high-performance track machine.
The skill of anyone who can drive this kind of car is absolutely not to be underestimated! This is definitely going to be a tough battle!
The two got into their respective cars: the SEG 003S versus the Porsche 911 GT2 RS.
The traffic lights are off!
The match was intense from the very beginning!
Fu Yang's Segway demonstrated terrifying acceleration out of corners, while the crew-cut captain Jerry's GT2 RS was like a venomous snake gliding along the ground, with frighteningly precise lines.
The two were locked in a fierce battle.
They were even neck and neck on the first few bends, which was thrilling to watch.
However, as the race progressed, Fu Yang's familiarity with the track and the absolute mechanical grip of the SEG 003S in certain corners began to show their advantages.
On a crucial high-speed right turn, they successfully took the inside line thanks to a later braking point and a more precise line.
And when exiting the corner, the SEG's powerful engine allowed it to gain a lead of half a car length from its previous position!
"Great! Yang is in the lead!" Jiang Xin shouted excitedly.
Upon seeing this, the members of HAC were all invigorated.
Fu Yang firmly guarded the driving lane, not giving Jerry any chance to overtake.
With the next left turn leading to a long, full-throttle straight, given Segway's top speed advantage, once they enter the straight, Jerry will have little chance left!
However, right at this crucial left turn, Jerry, who was right next to Fu Yang's car, had a sinister and resolute look in his eyes.
Because he knew all too well that once he entered the straight path, he would surely be defeated!
Just as Fu Yang was slowing down normally and preparing to cut into the apex of the bend in the best possible line!
Instead of slowing down normally, Jerry's GT2 RS suddenly pulled outwards, making a feint that seemed like he was trying to force his way out and overtake.
But just as the car was about to run parallel to Fu Yang's Segway...
His car's front end was extremely subtle yet incredibly precise, pointing inwards at everything.
Instantly, a loud "bang!!" was heard.
A sound of impact, not loud but exceptionally clear, rang out.
The left side of the GT2 RS's front bumper has been firmly "brushed" against the right rear wheel hub and the side rear body of the SEG 003S!
This was not a normal scrape during the race at all, but a calculated and insidious "cutting off" maneuver!
When cornering at high speeds, vehicle balance is crucial.
Fu Yang's Segway was suddenly "bumped" by this, and the right rear wheel instantly lost some traction. The entire rear of the car was pushed outward as if by an invisible hand!
"squeak--!!!"
The ear-piercing screeching of tires tore through the air.
The Segway went out of control instantly, and the car swayed wildly.
Fu Yang tried his best to save the car, but to no avail. The car was thrown off the track by the huge inertia and crashed hard into the outer tire wall!
"boom!!!"
An even louder crash followed, and the front half of the SEG was almost embedded in the tire wall. A large number of carbon fiber components shattered, leaving the scene in a mess!
"Brother Yang!!"
Everyone was terrified and rushed over like madmen.
Upon seeing this, Jiang Cheng frowned and narrowed his eyes slightly.
This move is exactly the same as the one Lin Yao made during the SSCC Supercar Day.
Indeed, bad seeds know no borders.