The car is going very fast, please bear with it.

Bingge's live stream.

Fans immediately brought back the "intelligence".

"Arrogant!"

Bing sneered, "Fine, fine, so you don't dare accept the challenge, only dare to talk big?"

"Alright!"

"Offline it is!"

"Brothers, tomorrow morning, it'll be a live, real-life event. I want to see if they still dare to be so arrogant when they're standing right in front of me!"

He understands live streaming.

These words immediately stirred up a frenzy among the fans.

Some busybodies even went so far as to share the clips of both sides, and with the help of online trolls pushing the topic, its popularity even broke into the top ten on the TT platform.

After the live stream ended, Bingge looked at his increased followers, stats, and the trending topic, and smiled broadly: "It's a hit! It's a hit!"

"After this competition, I'll definitely take off."

The assistants exchanged glances, and one of them couldn't help but speak up: "Brother Bing, the buzz is indeed very high, beyond our expectations."

"But with such high popularity, what if we lose..."

"What the hell are you talking about!" Bing Ge jumped up and kicked the assistant to the ground. "You think I'd lose?"

The other person shrank back: "That's not what I meant. I was just worried about the possibility, since the other person is a professional driver... we can't be careless."

"Nonsense, which eye of yours saw me being careless?"

"Don't worry about me."

"I know what I'm doing."

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hospital.

The prodigal son lay on the hospital bed with a look of utter despair, watching his assistant scroll through his phone and eat a hamburger. He felt an unbearable itch in his heart, as if countless cravings were crawling on his stomach.

But he just couldn't eat it.

The previous sudden death was caused by extreme obesity and extremely high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar.

If you don't control your weight, diet, or follow your doctor's advice, you could have to go through this again at any time.

When that time comes, it will really be over.

Even so, he still has three stents in his heart!

To help him lose weight, he had part of his stomach removed and underwent liposuction.

You must also strictly control your diet; for at least the next two weeks, you can't eat anything.

Fortunately, even after all this, he still weighs nearly 400 pounds. As long as there is water, he will definitely not starve to death in a short time. But for someone who eats and drinks like crazy every day, being able to look but not eat is really painful.

It's much worse than a nicotine craving.

The prodigal son's eyes turned red.

"what?"

The skinny man suddenly looked surprised, then hesitated: "Brother Prodigal."

"There's something I don't know I shouldn't say in this position."

"Speak, you fucking speak!" the prodigal son roared. "But before that, throw this hamburger out of here, and you're not allowed to eat in front of me again."

"Otherwise, I'll deduct your salary."

The skinny guy was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening and quickly hid the hamburger behind his back.

"That... it's General Big Monster and Corporal Little Monster, they've run into trouble."

"My savior?" The prodigal son frowned. "What is it?"

The skinny man quickly explained what he knew about the whole story.

"I asked around, and it's highly likely that handsome guy Bing is trying to create hype and gain attention by associating with other people. He's even hired a lot of online trolls to stir things up, which is incredibly annoying."

"They also said it would be a real event in person tomorrow."

The prodigal son cursed, "What audacity!"

"They want to ride on the coattails of my savior's popularity, no, and also my popularity."

"After all, a small part of their current popularity came from saving my life. That kid just started doing it like that? Let's make arrangements to go to the scene and support our benefactor..."

He frowned halfway through his speech, and his voice gradually decreased until it disappeared.

You can't leave the hospital yet.

He took a deep breath: "Fine, record a video for me later to support my benefactor. As for that Bing guy, let him go to hell."

"Isn't he trying to ride the wave of popularity and gain attention? Then let's give him another wave of attention and see if he can handle it!"

"Hmph, I think he's going to gamble away his underwear, and all his efforts will end up benefiting my benefactor, and he might even be forced to quit the internet."

The skinny man nodded, then felt uneasy: "But what if the Grand Master blames the General and the others for losing..."

"lose?"

"How is that possible?"

The prodigal son chuckled.

"You have no idea..."

He recalled the few minutes of his sudden death.

Although he should have been confused, which was indeed the case, he also had a similarly confused memory.

Speeding through the streets, driving with effortless grace and unparalleled fluidity.

Extremely precise control of details.

That wasn't racing, that was art!

He didn't know how he saw it, but he was certain that he had indeed "seen" it.

"Oh."

"With my benefactor's driving skills, that kid wants to win? He'll have to wait another hundred years."

"Perhaps my benefactor isn't invincible, but he's definitely not someone that kid can fool!"

"In short, do as I say."

The skinny man could only agree: "Okay."

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Soon, the video recorded by the prodigal son in the hospital added fuel to the fire of the topic.

Despite being ill, the prodigal son appeared on camera to thank General Big Monster and Corporal Little Monster for saving his life and to cheer them on, believing that they would definitely win.

In addition, he will personally contribute 500,000 as a prize to the winner!

A life-saving grace, 500,000!

The simultaneous release of both items has reignited the discussion.

It jumped directly from the top ten to sixth place.

Bing was overjoyed.

"This prodigal son, ah, a life-saving grace?"

"Great, a life-saving favor is great, 500,000 is sweet too, and the buzz is even better."

"This was awesome!"

"Take off immediately!"

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The following morning.

Gan Ning was replacing the Porsche's suspension with a custom one when he heard the sound of a car stopping outside.

I thought it was a customer who needed their car repaired.

Four people got out of the car, three of whom were holding up their phones and pointing them at one of the people, as if they were live-streaming.

She guessed who the visitor was, but didn't recognize them.

He simply asked calmly, "What's wrong with the car?"

Bing Ge's previously arrogant expression froze instantly.

After days of online hype and back-and-forth challenges, you're pretending not to know me?

Trying to intimidate me, huh?!

His assistant reacted quickly, immediately scoffing, "So you're just some lowly corporal, huh? What a show of bravado! Didn't you guys tell our Brother Bing to come down to this offline?"

"Now you're pretending not to know me?"

Liu Jun poked his head out and smiled.

"Feel sorry."

The assistant was about to explode: "You think an apology is enough..."

"As you can see, we're very busy and really don't have time to watch any random live streams. But from what you're saying, you want to talk to me about something?"

"Oh~" Liu Jun slapped his forehead: "I remember now, I heard that someone wanted me to race on the track, it was you guys, right?"

"What is your surname?"

Holy crap!!!

Bing Ge's eyebrows twitched.

The three assistants also looked very unhappy.

The fans in the live stream started cursing.

However, Liu Jun's fans in the live stream were all delighted to see this.

That's how it should be!

Bing Ge took a deep breath, barely managing to maintain his composure: "You don't need to know my last name."

"Just remember to call me Brother Bing."

"Go to the racetrack, run a lap, and the loser publicly admits they're inferior to their opponent, then says it on live stream for a week straight. Do you dare?"

Liu Jun chuckled: "Just playing around, what's there to be afraid of?"

"But like I said, we're very busy."

"Going to the racetrack will waste at least a day. What about our business? What about the wear and tear on our cars?"

"See this 918? It's a car worth over ten million, and the deposit for modifications alone is five million. If it delays the business, will you take responsibility?"

"My race car has already been registered for the Sichuan West 320. If I go racing with you, who will be responsible for the wear and tear?"

Bing's assistant retorted angrily, "If you're afraid, then you're afraid! Why make so many excuses!"

Bing Ge suddenly realized what was going on and raised his hand to stop him: "I understand."

"The loser pays the full amount, and in addition, for the time wasted, they'll have to pay an extra 100,000. How about that?"

Liu Jun nodded: "That's acceptable."

"good!"

Bing sneered, "Then it's settled. I only have one small request."

"The loser leaves their car emblem!"

"Speaking of which, the panda car emblem... haha! I'll definitely treasure it, after all, I probably won't encounter another professional racer using a panda as a race car again... It's a one-of-a-kind item!"