Villain? No, I'll catch up with the protagonist after passing the civil service exam.

"Kyokai Akina Mountain", the starting point of the five consecutive hairpin bends.

At this moment, the place had transformed into a sea of ​​revelry. A dozen or so expensive supercars were lined up, their engines roaring in unison, creating a sonic boom that made the leaves on the roadside trees tremble.

In the center of the crowd, the black GTR R35, modified to the teeth, was undoubtedly the focus of the entire event.

The car owner was a young man with a dreadlock, whom everyone called "Takumi Fujiwara." Of course, this was just a stage name; his real identity was the only son of a real estate tycoon and the leader of this group of street racers.

At this moment, he was leaning against the car door, enjoying the admiring glances of the beautiful women around him and the flattery of his companions.

"Hey Hai, this record is definitely going to be broken tonight, right?"

"Absolutely! This car was modified by Brother Hai for five million, it has a thousand horsepower! Anyone who can ride in its dust is honored!"

Takumi Fujiwara flicked his cigarette ash triumphantly, his gaze sweeping across the room, a sense of loneliness, like someone who had "sought no worthy opponent," welling up within him.

"It's boring."

He shook his head, his tone arrogant, "Looking across the entire Jinghai, there isn't even a single person who can see my taillights. How lonely it is to be invincible."

Just as he was getting into the car to begin his one-man show for the night.

"Rat-a-tat-tat..."

A discordant engine sound, even somewhat rustic, abruptly intruded into the territory belonging to luxury cars.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

A silver-gray van, sporting a prominent "Professional Waterproofing and Leak Repair" sign, wobbled and squeezed into the convoy of supercars. Its unassuming body stood out starkly against the backdrop of Lamborghinis and Ferraris, even exuding a strange sense of amusement.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of laughter erupted.

"Holy crap! Where did this delivery guy come from?"

"A Wuling Hongguang? Is he here to deliver tofu? Wrong movie set, sir!"

"This is hilarious! This piece of junk dares to go up the mountain? It'll probably break down halfway there!"

Takumi Fujiwara was amused. He walked over and patted the hood of the van with a dismissive thud.

"Hey, roof repairman."

He bent down, knocked on the car window, and said with a mocking expression, "The road is closed tonight. If you want to deliver goods, get there early tomorrow. Move aside and don't block the young masters' way."

The car window slowly rolled down.

Instead of the weathered face of a construction worker as one might expect, what appeared was a young, aloof face wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Lu Jingyan rested one hand on the steering wheel, his gaze calmly sweeping over the group of rich kids dressed like turkeys, finally settling on Fujiwara Takumi's arrogant face.

"Road closure?"

Lu Jingyan adjusted his glasses, his voice not loud, but clearly audible amidst the noisy background, "Who gave you the right to block the road? The municipal road and bridge company, or the traffic police brigade?"

Takumi Fujiwara was stunned for a moment, then looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Traffic cop? On this road, I am the rule! I am the traffic light!"

He pointed to the winding mountain road behind him, his tone extremely arrogant, "As long as I step on the gas, even the speed cameras won't catch me. What, you want to tell me what to do?"

"It's not that I want to interfere."

Lu Jingyan corrected him, taking a bottle of mineral water from the car door storage compartment, taking a sip to moisten his throat, "It's a notification."

"According to the Road Traffic Safety Law, you are suspected of illegal vehicle modification, engaging in group racing, and disrupting public order."

He turned his head, a cold glint flashing in his rational eyes. "Now, turn off the engine, get out of the car, and submit to inspection. Don't make me say it a second time."

These words drew even louder laughter from the surrounding crowd, and some people even whistled.

"Wow, this guy's really into character! He's even reciting legal statutes!"

"What are you doing driving that beat-up van like a traffic cop? Can your car even outrun my rims?"

Takumi Fujiwara laughed so hard he couldn't stand up straight. He leaned closer to Lu Jingyan and pointed provocatively at the massive exhaust pipe of his GTR.

"Mind your own business? Fine."

His eyes gleamed with a mischievous, cat-and-mouse-like amusement. "Although your beat-up car isn't even worthy of being my opponent, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a chance."

"See that GTR? A beast with a thousand horsepower, 0-100 km/h in 2.7 seconds."

Takumi Fujiwara held up one finger and waved it in front of Lu Jingyan.

"If you can catch up with me, even just enough for me to see your headlights in my rearview mirror, this hill is yours tonight, and I'll call you 'Dad'! But if you can't catch up..."

He paused, his expression suddenly turning grim. "Push this beat-up bread cart off the cliff, and let it roll down the mountain!"

Lu Jingyan looked at him, but was not provoked.

From the perspective of a "god-level driving skill," this so-called "thousand-horsepower beast" in front of them has an overly stiff chassis tuning, insufficient tire grip, and its huge rear wing further disrupts the aerodynamic balance.

It's just a pile of expensive parts, a bunch of industrial waste.

"You don't need to call me 'Dad,' I don't have a son as old as you."

Lu Jingyan said casually, tossing the water bottle back into the passenger seat, "Since you want to play, I'll play with you. But don't cry if you lose; I'm not responsible for comforting you."

"You're asking for it!"

Takumi Fujiwara was completely enraged. He glared at Lu Jingyan fiercely, then turned and climbed into the driver's seat of the GTR.

"boom--!"

The GTR roared like a beast, spewing two blue flames from its exhaust pipes, the sound so loud it made your heart pound.

Lu Jingyan also closed the car window.

He pressed the clutch with his left foot and gripped the gleaming gearshift lever with his right hand.

At that moment, his demeanor changed.

He was no longer the strict and rigid civil servant, but rather a swordsman about to draw his sword, exuding a chilling sharpness.

"On your marks—!"

The long-legged car model, acting as the referee, walked between the two cars and raised her flag high.

On the left is a black monster, the GTR, armed to the teeth, its engine roaring, exuding a menacing aura.

To the right is a silver-gray bread cart with a little GG sticker, as quiet as if it were waiting for a red light.

This stark contrast made everyone feel that this was a farce with no suspense whatsoever.

"3!"

Takumi Fujiwara shifted into first gear, revved the engine to the redline, and initiated the launch control program.

"2!"

Lu Jingyan's fingers rested lightly on the steering wheel, his breathing was steady, and his heart rate remained unchanged.

"1!"

"GO!"

The moment the flag was lowered.

"Bang!"

Like an arrow released from a bow, the GTR shot off, its tires tearing through the ground, leaving billowing white smoke, and in the blink of an eye, only two red taillights remained.

"Hahaha! Go to hell, you idiot!"

Takumi Fujiwara looked at the bread truck still parked in the same spot in the rearview mirror and let out a smug laugh.

However, the next second.

A not-so-deep, but unusually high-pitched and sharp engine roar suddenly exploded behind him!

That was the roar of the Wuling Hongguang engine being pushed to its limits.

Lu Jingyan loosened the clutch, accelerated, and shifted gears.

The movements were so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

This van, originally only a 1.5L engine, seemed to be imbued with some kind of magic in his hands. Although it was a bit slow to start, it wasn't left behind; instead, it clung to the GTR's rear end like a mad dog!

"boom--!!!"

The Wuling Hongguang's boxy body, which didn't conform to aerodynamics, drew an eerie silver line in the night, closely following the supercar in front, and rushed into the dark mountain road.

At that moment, everyone gaped, forgetting even to cheer.

Because they heard it, the sound coming from that bread truck didn't sound like an engine at all, it sounded more like...

A steel beast has awakened.