A live stream that dramatically transformed a depressed schoolgirl shocked netizens across the count

The panoramic view from the rearview camera jumps onto the cockpit's main screen.

The five cursors that were originally densely packed on the radar became three after passing through the tunnel.

Chen Lang glanced at the screen.

The terrain at the border of Sichuan and Yunnan is treacherous, with a thousand-meter cliff on the right and a vertical cliff face on the left.

Ahead was a series of hairpin bends, with a speed limit sign marked in bright red "60".

In the rearview camera view, three supercars with extremely low chassis were speeding at nearly 200 miles per hour, frantically weaving through the gaps between other vehicles.

The Lamborghini at the rear had a snake with its mouth open painted on its front, and the white serial number "VIPER CLUB 04" sprayed on its side.

The lead car, a scarlet Ferrari with the same paint scheme, had its windows fully rolled down, and a hand holding a cigar was sticking out from the driver's seat.

Chen Lang stared at the screen, the strawberry lollipop stick in his mouth tilting slightly to the left corner of his mouth.

This is the Viper Club, a high-powered racing club frequented by wealthy second-generation individuals in the Sichuan-Chongqing area.

This group specifically chose to film short videos showcasing their skills on treacherous highways in the southwestern mountainous region. They had previously covered up several serious chain-reaction rear-end collisions with money.

Titan's mechanical voice was transmitted to Chen Lang's ears through bone conduction.

"Sir, the three target vehicles have exceeded the level two safety distance."

"The relative speed difference is 117 kilometers per hour, continuously approaching the blind spot."

"The surveillance matrix is ​​fully operational, capturing license plates and collecting driver facial features at a retinal level."

Chen Lang rested his fingers on the side of the steering wheel, his tone nonchalant.

"Violation data is packaged and uploaded to the traffic police intranet of the section ahead in real time."

"Send a backup to the cloud."

"Received. Evidence chain for dangerous driving has been generated and data is being uploaded."

Behind them, the Ferrari's engine roared to its limit, and the walkie-talkie channel inside the heavy truck was brutally interrupted by a strong signal.

A cocky male voice pierced the din of the wind: "Hey, you beat-up truck up ahead, are you deaf?"

"Make way, I don't want to smell your cheap diesel fumes."

The background noise was interspersed with the shrill laughter of the woman in the passenger seat.

Chen Lang glanced down at the almost melted candy core, slowly moved the paper stick to the other corner of his mouth, and ignored it.

There was a two-second pause on the walkie-talkie, then the voice on the other end instantly changed, filled with annoyance: "Damn it! Are you deaf?"

"Are you forcing me to teach you how to drive?"

Chen Lang glanced at the windshield ahead; only four hundred meters remained before the hairpin bend.

He made a single gesture in the air, giving instructions to the hovering live-streaming sphere that had been flying alongside him.

The hovering sphere, which was originally floating in the living quarters, slid into the cockpit and hovered in mid-air to the right rear, instantly changing the composition.

Chen Lang's profile, showing him controlling the steering wheel with one hand, is framed alongside the rearview radar screen on the center console.

The number of viewers in the live stream room, including those who stayed up all night and those who woke up early to check in, has remained steadily at the 300,000 mark.

The moment the camera switched to this scene, the Ferrari floored the accelerator and surged forward.

Instead of using conventional overtaking techniques, the other vehicle launched an attack directly from the blind spot on the inside of the mountain road.

Less than 50 meters from the corner, the Ferrari forcefully swerved towards the tangent in front of the truck, reducing the distance between the two cars to less than one meter in 0.5 seconds.

At this speed, if an ordinary truck were to be cut off, the outcome would either be to swerve, crash through the guardrail, and plunge off a cliff, or to lose control and crush the Ferrari into a bloody pulp.

Titan's alarm blared: [Extreme Danger! Collision Warning!]

Chen Lang didn't slam on the brakes; instead, his right foot precisely placed on the brake pedal.

The muscle memory of the "God-level Driving Specialization" kicked in, and after anticipating the Ferrari's drift trajectory, the braking amount was just enough to create a safe distance of half a meter.

At the same time, he slightly lowered his left wrist and smoothly adjusted the huge steering wheel three degrees to the right.

The 52-ton armored fortress clung to the right vertical cliff face in the narrow bend, carving out an extreme inner line.

The pneumatic brakes emitted a low hiss, and the vehicle speed steadily decreased.

The Ferrari grazed the 30-centimeter-thick steel frame of the heavy truck and sped off, about half a car length in front of the front of the car.

In the driver's seat of the Ferrari, the short-haired rich kid saw the imposing black heavy truck's front end in the rearview mirror and suddenly shivered, his expensive shirt soaked with cold sweat.

The entire exchange lasted only two seconds, with no collision, no skidding, and Chen Lang didn't even have to steer in the opposite direction to force the other side to stop.

However, the rearview camera has captured the entire process of the Ferrari forcibly cutting off the car in 8K quality, firmly anchoring it in the chain of evidence.

The live stream chat exploded instantly, with exclamation marks scrolling wildly across the screen.

Holy crap! Is this the kind of micromaneuvering a 50-ton truck can do?!

That red Ferrari was definitely going to kill someone! A regular truck would have already gone off the cliff!

[Brother Lang is driving a heavy truck like a supercar?! Is there anything a god can't do?!]

At the entrance to the passageway from the living quarters to the cockpit, Shen Qingci stood barefoot.

Her gaze swept across the aisle to the rearview screen in the cockpit, where she saw the supercars weaving through traffic and Chen Lang's deflection of the crisis.

Chen Lang didn't even change his posture, still holding the steering wheel with one hand, his broad back completely relaxed against the leather seat.

Shen Qingci bit her lower lip and remained silent.

Inside the Ferrari that was slowing down and keeping parallel to the heavy truck, a man with a buzz cut wearing gradient sunglasses turned his face in anger.

He fiercely raised his phone, which was broadcasting live, and pointed the camera defiantly at the heavy truck.

"Family members, today the Viper Club is going to show you a special skill and teach this stupid truck a lesson!"

Two supercars followed behind, their engines roaring, ready to flank the attackers.

Chen Lang yawned relaxedly and turned his head to look at the camera lens of the hovering ball.

"Dear viewers, those who just entered the live stream may not have seen the performance of these monkeys clearly."

"Titan, pull up the last two minutes of dashcam footage and play a high-definition replay."

As soon as he finished speaking, the 8K dashcam footage filled the split screen of the live stream.

The trajectory of three supercars weaving through the entire course, and the Ferrari forcibly cutting them off, along with the data panel showing speed, distance, and timeline, clearly floated in the corner of the screen, providing irrefutable evidence.

The scrolling speed of the comments doubled, and the entire internet erupted in outrage.

Chen Lang slightly raised his chin towards the camera, his tone calm: "I won't argue with the lunatics on the mountain road."

"There are people in the car; their lives are more valuable than their pride."

At the entrance to the passage, Shen Qingci's hand, which had been instinctively gripping the metal door frame, suddenly froze.

She had heard "You have to live up to expectations" and "Don't embarrass me" too many times, but no one had ever casually said that face was not as important as her at this moment when she should have been fighting with pride.

Shen Qingci's knuckles turned slightly white.

Chen Lang changed the subject, a smile playing on his lips.

"Of course, the evidence is preserved; we should report it to the police or the relevant authorities as needed."

"The dashcam has military-grade storage; it can store data for eight to ten years without any problems."

"There's no rush to deal with those who are in such a hurry to be reborn."

The phrase "There's someone in the car" completely blew me away! The goddess of pure love dominated the entire scene!

[We suggest the Viper Club review this repeatedly; Brother Lang doesn't even take you seriously!]

[No road rage? We'll seize the evidence and send you to jail! A superior being's crushing defeat of a lower being!]

Shen Qingci released her grip on the door frame, stepped out of the shadows, and silently sat in the leather passenger seat.

She silently fastened her seatbelt, leaned her head back in the seat, and quietly looked out at the rolling mountain ridges.

Seeing that the heavy truck had no reaction, the Ferrari got bored and stepped on the gas to create some distance.

The engine sound gradually faded into the distance, but the direction remained unchanged; it continued recklessly into the deep mountains.

The Titan's mechanical voice sounded again, accompanied by flashing red warning lights.

"Sir, this is the highest level of real-time traffic alert."

"The mountainous section about 60 kilometers ahead has seen cumulative rainfall exceeding historical warning levels in the past 72 hours."

"The mountain structure is extremely unstable, and the risk of mudslides has been raised to an orange alert!"

"It is recommended to immediately switch to heavy-load anti-rollover mode."

Chen Lang's gaze lingered on the orange notification for two seconds.

A biting mountain wind swept up from the edge of the cliff outside the window, and heavy dark clouds pressed down, obscuring the midday sun.

Mist gathered along the ridgeline on the distant mountain peaks, carrying with it the earthy smell.

"Cut it in."

"receive."

A dull mechanical grinding sound came from the chassis of the heavy truck as the heavily armored chassis sank and gripped the ground firmly.

The taillights of the three supercars ahead completely disappeared behind the dark bend.

Chen Lang pulled the candy stick out of his mouth, flicked his finger, and the paper stick landed precisely in the storage compartment.

He looked at the highway exit swallowed by dark clouds ahead and gave a slight smirk.

Driving a cheap supercar into a mudslide-prone area, these people are lining up to go to their deaths.