Chapter 865: Chapter 859: Racing
As a demigod street racer, even if Chen Yu isn’t the God of Cars, he can almost achieve the sa results.
At least from the mont he got on the Bayshore Route in Tokyo, all the way until he drove to Yokohama, his speed never dropped below two hundred, even though the speed limit on the Bayshore Route is eighty.
Normally, even the underground racers who frequently run this route can’t guarantee maintaining a speed of over two hundred the entire way. After all, this is a highway, not a racetrack.
Aside from other underground street racers on the road, there are more large trucks and private cars. These vehicles travel at normal speeds, but due to varying levels of traffic density, the entire Bayshore Route becos a complex and ever-changing road condition.
For normal racers, this kind of chaotic road condition is a rigorous test of driving skills and reaction abilities. But for soone like Chen Yu, a demigod, these are no challenges at all.
His transcendent perception allows him to take in the full details of the road conditions without using his eyes, planning his route far in advance without waiting for other vehicles to appear in his sight.
This alone is enough for Chen Yu to surpass all the other racers on the route, not to ntion his exceptional reflexes, which enable him to go head-to-head with professional racers on the track.
With his foot pressed on the gas pedal almost the entire ti, Chen Yu drove at high speed while carrying his wife along for the ride. Halfway through, Jounouchi Hiromi ntioned she was thirsty, prompting Chen Yu to pull into a rest area to buy water for her.
This seed to be a gathering spot for underground street racers. When Chen Yu drove in, so of the racers congregating there couldn’t help but cast curious glances his way.
The car Chen Yu was driving was a sports car temporarily sent over by the Mingyue Society. The car itself was already impressive, and with so modifications, it was clear to the street racers that this car had extraordinary performance.
Moreover, Chen Yu had been driving nearly non-stop at high speed. Several underground racers he’d overtaken had already circulated information about him, so these people knew a dark horse had charged onto the route.
Although Chen Yu didn’t pay attention to it, since he was rely acting on a whim to experience the thrill of street racing, for the racers, his appearance was nothing short of a challenge to them.
Of course, the underground racing scene on the Bayshore Route is no longer the intensely explosive spectacle it once was. No one steps up saying things like, “Lose, and you’ll never appear here again.”
Still, the racers all know each other well enough to recognize newcors at a glance. Soone like Chen Yu—competent yet unfamiliar—is bound to stand out among the street racing crowd.
So, while Chen Yu was walking back to his car with drinks for Jounouchi Hiromi and himself, a few of the street racers stopped him.
Though they’re called “street racers,” these people’s clothing and appearance don’t differ much from regular folks. Apart from their love for racing, they’re just ordinary people, fundantally different from delinquent biker gangs or so-called miscreants.
Thus, even when stopped, Chen Yu didn’t feel these people were there to stir up trouble.
“What’s up?” Chen Yu twisted open the drink in his hand, took a sip, and asked.
“You’re new here, aren’t you? Haven’t seen you before. So friends said you maintained over two hundred the whole way earlier—impressive!” One of the street racers sporting glasses looked refined, yet there was an eager glint in his eyes. “How about it? Wanna race?”
“Race? Sure. What’s the setup?” Chen Yu’s expression showed interest; he wasn’t opposed to these sorts of challenges.
“One lap. Ti-based—fastest wins,” the street racer introduced the rules, brimming with confidence. He was one of the fastest racers on the Bayshore Route.
After hearing the proposal, Chen Yu thought for a mont and then responded, “I’m heading to Yokohama, so I don’t have ti for a full lap. How about we race to Yokohama? First one there wins. Are there stakes involved?”
The racer seed a bit disappointed that Chen Yu suggested stopping at Yokohama rather than completing the full lap, but he nodded in agreent nonetheless. “Alright, to Yokohama. Winner’s whoever arrives first. As for stakes, our usual rule here is betting based on seconds. Whoever lags behind pays ten thousand yen per second—nothing too big.”
“Got it. Who’s timing?” Chen Yu shifted his gaze to the racer’s companions.
“I’ll do it. I’ll head to Yokohama first, and when you’re ready, just signal .” One of the street racers volunteered confidently, jogged to his car, started the engine, and drove out smoothly.
Watching the departing vehicle, Chen Yu glanced at the racer who’d challenged him and asked, “When do we start?”
The racer checked his watch and told Chen Yu, “Ten minutes from now. I need a co-driver. You’ve got soone in your car; I don’t want an unfair advantage.”
With that, the racer walked off with his companions, seemingly discussing who would ride in his car.
Chen Yu didn’t bother concerning himself with how his opponent was preparing. Truthfully, even with Jounouchi Hiromi riding along, Chen Yu was confident he could win this so-called race. Besides, even if he lost, it was just a matter of a few tens of thousands of yen, sothing he didn’t particularly care about.
Back in his car, Chen Yu twisted open the drink he’d bought and handed it to Jounouchi Hiromi, casually saying, “Those racers over there want to challenge . I’ve already agreed.”
“A race? What kind of race? Street racing?” Jounouchi Hiromi looked at Chen Yu in surprise, then glanced at the group of racers, her curiosity and excitent evident.
Jounouchi Hiromi hadn’t been a rule-abiding child during her youth. Back in her day, racing manga was at its peak in popularity, and she’d read those classic series. Naturally, she had an interest in street racing; otherwise, she wouldn’t have remained unbothered while Chen Yu raced today.
“To Yokohama. Whoever gets there fastest wins,” Chen Yu replied with a chuckle. He noticed the racing group had already decided on their contestant and gotten into their car. Setting down his drink, he turned to Jounouchi Hiromi and said, “Babe, hold on tight. I’m gonna pick up the pace soon.”
Hearing Chen Yu’s words, Jounouchi Hiromi simply tugged at her seatbelt and readied herself.
For a rider who’s broken the sound barrier flying on a dragon, no car speed could ever faze her.
Once Jounouchi Hiromi was set, Chen Yu started his car and drove it to the starting position, where the racer’s car was also pulled up.
The two cars lined up in a row at the exit, while the racer tasked with timing in Yokohama had already prepared through a phone call.
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