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Chapter 50: Road Rage Cannot Be Tolerated (Please Read)

After failing to change lanes twice in a row, Changmao, who was driving the BMW M3, was completely furious. Under the influence of anger, he did not think about why this happened. There was only one thought in his mind.

That is to let this little naked guy driving a Subaru Impreza see how powerful I am!

This time, Changmao didn't do any tricks to block other cars. Relying on the performance advantage of its 4.0L V8 naturally aspirated car and up to 420 horsepower, it drove directly in front of Chen Xiangbei's Subaru Impreza and used snake-skin maneuvers to block the car.

Doesn’t the little guy like to slow down on the ramp?

I'll drive slowly in front of you and spend the night here!
It has to be said that as the last glory of the German large-displacement naturally aspirated engine, this generation of BMW M3 E92 can give Changmao enough confidence.

To use a famous online quote from later generations to describe it, the top speed of a crappy car like the Subaru Impreza may just be the idle speed of the BMW M3.

Of course, this is just an exaggeration, but in fact, the mass-produced Subaru Impreza 2.0L has a power of more than 3 horsepower, and the BMW M can play however it wants. Even if the Impreza steps on the accelerator into the engine, it can't beat the other.

Watching the BMW M3 moving serpentinely in front of him, Liang Chi put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray with his left hand, and quietly grasped the door handle with his right hand.

"Boy, did you go through a lot in your childhood to develop your indifference towards the world today?"

"what?"

Chen Xiangbei was a little confused when he heard Liang Chi's nonsensical words.

"If not, how could you tolerate the long-haired guy driving in front of you?"

Road rage is certainly a bad behavior, but Liang Chi has never seen a young man with such stable emotions as Chen Xiangbei.

This kid is young, but he seems older than me most of the time.

Sometimes Liang Chi even wondered if it was because of his racing talent that Chen Xiangbei had abandoned all emotions and transformed himself into a ruthless racing machine!

"No, I'm worried that you'll vomit if I drive too fast."

After understanding Liang Chi's meaning, Chen Xiangbei replied with a slightly aggrieved tone.

It doesn't matter if I'm speeding, but Liang Chi, the passenger seat, is middle-aged and I'm afraid he can't handle it.

"Won't it be easy for you to vomit if you sway from side to side like this?"

Liang Chi immediately asked back.

"Makes sense."

Chen Xiangbei nodded, as if this would indeed make him more prone to motion sickness.

"Uncle Liang, sit tight!"

As soon as Chen Xiangbei finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator, and the huge push on Liang Chi's back directly "bumped" him into the back of the seat.

[This guy really doesn't give me any time to prepare! ]

The Impreza STI's engine began to roar. Even though its appearance had changed a lot, it still couldn't change its manic heart.

320 maximum horsepower burst out, and before the BMW M3 in front realized what was happening, a blue lightning flashed past the car.

"Holy crap, it really is an Impreza STI!"

When Sun Tao, who was driving the Ford Cobra behind, saw this scene, he subconsciously cursed.

He had already suspected the opponent might be playing dumb, but he hadn't expected the Impreza STI to be so reticent, revealing its true strength until this moment. But then came a surge of excitement. For a street racer, racing anyone is a race. Often, these sudden appearances of "random matches" pique Sun Tao's interest.

He stepped on the accelerator, and the roar of the 5.4L V8 authentic American muscle engine seemed to make the air tremble.

With a horsepower of up to 500, the Ford Cobra instantly overtook the BMW M3 in front and caught up with Chen Xiangbei's Impreza SIT.

It was only at this moment that Changmao recovered from his shock and realized that the young man driving the Subaru Impreza was no ordinary character. However, he did not flinch at all, but rather felt a sense of anger at being "cheated."

No matter who the little guy driving the Subaru Impreza is, he has to stay in the SRT team's territory in Donghai today. Even if he is a dragon crossing the river, he has to be obediently controlled by me!

The BMW M3 is also not a vegetarian model, especially the E92 two-door coupe, which is lighter, accelerates faster and has better handling than the standard E90 four-door version.

The three cars raced through the East China Sea Central at midnight. The Ford Cobra took the lead with its discontinuous horsepower. On the road surface of the Central Elevated Road, it was easy to close the gap with Chen Xiangbei's Impreza STI.

Listening to the roar of the engine getting closer and closer from behind, Liang Chi looked at Chen Xiangbei's calm profile and couldn't help but said excitedly: "Kid, this is not the Nanyun Mountain Road. Horsepower has a big advantage. You can't be outrun by the Ford Cobra behind you, right?"

"Uncle Liang, if you really can't outrun me, it's your fault for not modifying the car well enough."

"If I modify the engine to squeeze out a thousand horsepower, will I lose?"

Hearing Chen Xiangbei's words, Liang Chi laughed instead.

"You kid are still in the mood to joke. It seems you can't lose."

After spending more than half a year together, Liang Chi knows Chen Xiangbei's character too well. The fact that he can pass the blame on others shows that he still has some energy left.

Sure enough, when Chen Xiangbei finished saying this, he downshifted and accelerated at full throttle, and the pointer of the Impreza STI quickly climbed to more than 6,000 rpm.

The road environment of the Central Elevated Road is indeed very friendly to high-horsepower performance cars, unlike the winding mountain roads.

But it was just past midnight, and in a remote area like Nanyunshan in Guangzhou and Shenzhen, there might not be many vehicles going up the mountain. But in an international metropolis like Donghai, the Central Ring Elevated Road was not crowded with traffic, but at least there were still many third-party vehicles driving around as far as the eye could see.

Why is it that American muscle cars, despite their advantages of high horsepower, solid chassis, and linear power, have never been able to break away from their regional environment and become as popular around the world as Japanese performance cars?

Apart from displacement regulations and high fuel consumption, which are options unrelated to driving, the fundamental reason lies in their attribute of "king on straight roads, dead on curves".

Large-displacement naturally aspirated engines and sturdy bodies make American muscle cars often hundreds of kilograms heavier than Japanese performance cars. For example, Sun Tao's Ford Cobra weighs an astonishing 1.8 tons!
Even in the comic "Initial D", the "Japanese God of War" GTR, which was described by Ryosuke Takahashi as having a heavy front end, had a factory weight of only over 1.4 tons.

Even though the car is 400 kg lighter, it still can't avoid the disadvantage of pushing the front of the car when cornering. If it were a Ford Cobra, it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as "death in corners".

As the speed of the car increases, it is inevitable to change lanes frequently to overtake third-party vehicles on the elevated road. At this time, the control capabilities of the two cars and the difference in driving ability of the drivers are fully exposed.

The Subaru Impreza STI driven by Chen Xiangbei was weaving in and out of traffic like a ghost. Often the distance to the other car was so close that Liang Chi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was sweating in his palms.

You know, in Liang Chi's eyes, it seemed as if Chen Xiangbei was about to collide with him in the next second, but he was able to complete a precise overtaking by a hair's breadth every time.

Liang Chi, who was in the mood to tease and provoke others with words before, now had a pale complexion and beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

This first-person perspective experience is far superior to standing on the track and watching the game. He feels it is more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

This kid's precise control ability is like dancing on the edge of a knife. It's really scary!

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