Chapter Thirty-Six: Invitation to Battle

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  Although the situation was bad, Zhao Zhong had fought alone in the wind and snow more than once. However, sometimes he was fighting against the wind and snow, while other times he was fighting against people.

  Since the first snowfall in Harbin, Zhao Zhong had seen that black Audi parked on the side of the road more than once, and he had also seen the "shirt crazy" standing next to it. The "shirt crazy" was a nickname given by Zhao Zhong to Shao Jie, who wore only a shirt outside in such cold weather, blowing wind and welcoming snow, not far from being crazy.

  Although I was speeding in the wind and snow, I didn't feel much better, but at least I was warmly dressed. Besides, it wasn't that time, and even if I could get a car, it's not like I would enjoy this kind of thing.

  "I remember that just a few days ago there were still several cars following the black Audi, but today there's only one car left, it seems like the other side is also reaching its limit."

  With this in mind, Zhao Zhong also drove his beloved red Santana swiftly past Shao Jie's side, and the splashed ice chips and snowflakes fell on the ground in front of Shao Jie.

  Although Santana is not a suitable car for drifting, Cao Zong's driving skills can't be said to be perfect either. Zhao Zhong didn't have any other choice anyway, and this way he could also better hone his driving skills.

  When Zhao Zhong's car passed by, Shao Jie also got into his own black Audi. In the past few days, he would only drive along the tire tracks left behind by Zhao Zhong after he had left, feeling his driving skills in different places. But today, Shao Jie decided to compete with Zhao Zhong.

  Can't help but admit, the other party's driving skills on snowy roads are not inferior to their own, and every day they run along the tire tracks left by Zhao Zhong, he can also feel Zhao Zhong's improvement in driving skills.

  It's precisely because of this that he wants to defeat Zhao Zhong even more. The Dark Night King of Harbin can only be himself, and he absolutely won't allow Zhao Zhong to surpass him on a cold winter night like this.

  "Squeak, squeak!"

  This isn't the sound of my own car! Although Zhao Zhong had turned on the air conditioner, because his Santana was too old, there were still many places where the wind could get in. Listening to this sound that seemed to be coming from behind him, Zhao Zhong started to lift his face and look at the rearview mirror.

  As expected, it was that black Audi that caught up.

  Zhao Zhong wasn't unfamiliar with street racing, although his parents didn't mind him driving around on the roads, they wouldn't easily allow him to compete with the street racers. So every time he drove out, he would just drive along a fixed route and then head back home obediently, not lingering on the road or giving any street racers the opportunity to find him.

  Although he had guessed earlier that the other party might be a street racing gang, Zhao Zhong did not expect Shao Jie to catch up.

  Watching him accelerate along the ruts he had just made, Zhao Zhong could only say a word of admiration in his heart.

  Santana's speed was limited, and he couldn't even get the guys at home to fire up for dinner. It wasn't surprising that the opponent could keep up with his pace, but what was astonishing was that they were able to follow him along the tire tracks he had left behind, a feat that was truly worthy of admiration.

  Compared with self-selected routes and fixed routes, it is said that fixed routes are more difficult to drive. Not only do you need to have the same speed, but also the same skills.

  "Same speed?"

  At this thought, Zhao Zhong's face changed slightly. The opponent's speed was obviously faster than his own, yet they could still walk out of the same route on the same track. That could only mean that the opponent's skills were above his own, there was no other reason.

  He let out a sigh in his heart, and Zhao Zhong didn't take this matter to heart. He didn't want to compare anything with the other party here, it was still too early for a newcomer like himself.

  He gradually caught up with Zhao Zhong's car and Shao Jie rolled down the window and shouted: "Brother, how about a comparison?"

  This was the first time Shao Jie had called someone 'brother', and also the first time he had actively invited someone to go drifting. Although it didn't have any particularly significant value, his face still revealed a hint of excitement.

  He didn't expect that this crazy shirt guy was actually a handsome guy, which was the first impression Shao Jie gave to Zhao Zhong. He could also see the expectation in his eyes, and after not thinking for long, he shook down a taxi, of course, not letting the other person see his face.

  "Big brother, don't joke around, the speeds of the two cars are completely different, how can we compare?"

  That's the killer move Zhao Zhong's father taught him. If you don't want to be bothered by street racers, never refuse an invitation at any time. Anyway, Santana's speed can't compare with those street racers' modified cars, so there's no need to worry about it.

  Knowing that the other party was a taxi and there was no possibility of modification, Shao Jie didn't delay much and directly shouted: "We don't compare speed, only technique. The highest cannot exceed eighty kilometers per hour, on two lanes, let's see who has better technique and is faster, whoever speeds up loses."

  "How to notarize?"

  Only compare technology, not speed? Hearing this, Zhao Zhong became interested. With his Santana, he absolutely couldn't compete with the opponent in terms of speed, but if it was a comparison of technology, seeing the opponent's driving earlier, Zhao Zhong also felt some excitement.

  It's not about thinking you're good enough to surpass your opponent, but rather getting excited about seeing what techniques they'll use.

  Upon hearing Zhao Zhong's counter-question, Shao Jie also knew that the other party had agreed and said excitedly: "I have prepared two people ahead of time, they can get on the car to witness our speed, or you can bring someone another day."

  "Never mind, I can see that your speed is not over 80 kilometers per hour. But you have to promise me, don't bother me again in the future. This is our family's livelihood, and I only come out at midnight for a couple of laps, without intending to cause any trouble with you guys."

  Since you can't get rid of it, you have to learn to face it bravely. This is not only the philosophy of life taught by parents, but also the driving principles they teach themselves. As for whether he can see that the other party's speed exceeds eighty kilometers, Zhao Zhong will not worry at all.

  If he can't even handle this much, then he shouldn't come out and boast about his car anymore.

  "Alright, it's settled then. I'll go ahead and make some arrangements first."

  Let's arrange it? While Zhao Zhong was still in a daze, Shao Jie had already accelerated and rushed out.

  It turned out that the guy hadn't even prepared his team, yet he still dared to come and challenge. Although Zhao Zhong couldn't help but feel a bit bitter in his heart, he didn't plan on paying too much attention to it either. Since the other side had already spoken up, this battle was inevitable anyway. Coming early would be good for himself as well, so he could drive with peace of mind later. Thinking of this, Zhao Zhong slowed down his speed and started making some technical maneuvers with the car, warming up for the upcoming competition.

  "Rebirth of the Entertainment Industry" is a novel written by author "Mù Qiān Yǔ", latest.

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