The God of Cars from eight years ago wasn't a secret; anyone in the racing community had heard of him, and many racers had saved videos and photos of that car on their phones or computers.
Soon, more and more people recognized this legendary car.
"What? Is that the God of Cars' car?"
"Eight years, a whole eight years since he disappeared, and now the God of Cars is back!"
"Is it a descendant of the God of Cars, or one of his disciples?"
"This is so exciting! I can't believe I'm fortunate enough to see this car again!
It wasn't just those four legendary racers who were excited, but even the spectators were rubbing their hands together in anticipation.
"What's the relationship between Zhang nglong and the God of Cars from eight years ago?"
"Well done, Zhang nglong, hiding this from us! You're dead at later!"
Wang Ling and Qin Feng looked at the young man who had appeared at the entrance and were instantly grinding their teeth in frustration.
...
"I'm sorry, sir, you can't go through!"
Just as everyone was eagerly awaiting the appearance of the God of Cars, a commotion arose at the entrance to the race, and many caras quickly zood in on that spot.
"That figure looks familiar!"
"It's Boss Zhang! That's Zhang nglong!"
"Where's the God of Cars? Why is he alone?"
"Guys, I suddenly have a bold theory..."
...
"Mr. Zhang, this is the race track. We need to ensure your safety, so please return to the spectator area!" Listening to the shouts of the audience around them, the security guards quickly realized that this was none other than the wealthiest man in the world, Zhang nglong!
Their attitudes beca incredibly respectful, but they still wouldn't let Zhang nglong pass. If soone as important as him had an accident on the race track, their jobs as security wouldn't be safe, even if they gave their lives in compensation.
"Oh, I'm here to race!" said Zhang nglong casually.
"What?" The security guards were stunned, "Mr. Zhang, isn't your friend, the God of Cars..."
"The friend I ntioned is . Actually, I am the God of Cars everyone talks about."
"What?" The security guards were utterly shocked.
Could there be any news more explosive than this?
Everyone had been looking for the God of Cars, but now Zhang nglong himself admitted that he was the God of Cars!
The images and audio were stread to the spectator area and various live streaming platforms, shocking all the viewers, followed by a roar of exclamations.
"Holy shit! The God of Cars is Boss Zhang? I've suspected it for a while, the God of Cars has never shown up from the beginning, it was always Boss Zhang speaking for him!"
"You might not believe it if I say it, but I'm not surprised at all, I even find it a bit funny!"
"Can the driving school instructor please step forward? I'm planning to add a red buff on top of your head!"
"That video was released by soone from the Departnt of Transportation, it has to be real, a guy who fails both his second and third driving tests, you're telling
he can pull off moves like that? Do you think we're idiots?"
"Hidden depth, Boss Zhang!"
"Was that driving school instructor an actor you hired to disguise your identity?"
"Boss Zhang, that's called being low-key (dog head)!"
"Low-key? This is a new trick of Boss Zhang showing off. Just flaunting his wealth doesn't satisfy his need to show off anymore!"
"Can Zhang really win? Don't get our hopes up now, only to end up losing later—that would be double the embarrassnt!"
"Go Zhang, if you win, I'll have your babies!"
...
"Mr. Zhang? Are you sure?" the security guard asked once more, eyeing the four foreign gods of cars, each dressed in professional gear and wearing helts.
In contrast, Zhang nglong was in a loose down jacket, chewing on a piece of sugarcane with an additional bag of sugarcane in his other hand. Did he look like soone who was here to race?
"What's the matter, don't I look like it?" Zhang nglong said discontentedly.
"It's not that... It's just that you're not wearing any protective gear, and if..."
"A few lousy fish and rotten shrimp, what do I need protective gear for? One hand is enough for
to drive," he handed over the plastic bag, "Want so? Black sugarcane, 10 bucks a pop!"
"I..." the security guard was at a loss for words.
As for the spectators, they were all flabbergasted.
Aren't you the richest man in the world? Why do you look so proud munching on sugarcane that's only 10 bucks a stick?
On this treacherously dangerous mountain race track, eating sugarcane with one hand and driving with the other, was Zhang nglong seriously skilled and confident, or just reckless with his life?
...
"Mr. Zhang, so you are the mysterious god of cars from Huaxia!" the Arican God of Cars, Skliri Lebuck said to Zhang nglong in an unfriendly tone.
Now it seed that Zhang nglong was indeed the descendant of that god of cars, but they'd been hamred with money and today humiliated by him. If he were the real god of cars, that would be one thing; his prowess would command their respect.
But Zhang nglong hadn't raced them yet. Even as a descendant of the god of cars, he might not have inherited all the god's skills. As for Zhang nglong, they didn't hold the sa awe and even harbored a mix of new grudges and old, wanting to flay him and pull him apart.
"Mr. Zhang, as a racer yourself, don't you think this kind of humiliation is unworthy of the title 'god of cars'?"
"God of cars? That title was given by others; it has nothing to do with !" Zhang nglong said innocently.
Skliri took a deep breath. Zhang nglong clearly didn't take the title of god of cars seriously, leaving them unsure of how to criticize him.
"Mr. Zhang, what exactly is your relationship to the god of cars?" Kyoichi maintained his composure as he asked.
"The god of cars!" Zhang nglong looked puzzled, "Didn't I just say that I am the so-called god of cars you're talking about?"
"No, we an the owner of this car. He is the real god of cars!" Kyoichi looked at Zhang nglong oddly; could it be that Zhang nglong wasn't aware of the car owner's identity? That didn't make sense.
"Oh, you an this car? It belongs to my dad!" said Zhang nglong.
"This is your father's car? Is your father the god of cars?"
"What god of cars?" Zhang nglong was completely bewildered.
Because of this race, Zhang nglong had gone to his family's garage intending to pick any car for the race.
Unexpectedly, he found a Wuling Hongguang parked there, which, according to Hong Yi, was his dad Zhang Xiaoyun's car. It had been modified by him, reportedly costing a bundle, and it was even said to rival supercars in performance.
"Mr. Zhang, did you know your father is the god of cars, legendary in the underground racing world?" asked Kyoichi, "This car is the legendary one he left behind."
"My dad is the god of cars? I had no idea," admitted Zhang nglong, genuinely unaware of any stories about his father racing.
"Mr. Zhang, was this car purchased by your father from soone?" inquired Kyoichi. Considering Zhang nglong's family's wealth, perhaps this car was acquired from the god of cars himself, and it might even be that Zhang nglong's driving skills were taught by the god of cars!
That would explain why this car was here and why Zhang nglong's driving skills were so formidable.
"No, it seems this car has been in our underground garage for a long ti. It's just sothing our nanny uses to run errands, like grocery shopping."
"Groceries? With this car?" All the racing enthusiasts were about to lose their minds; the treasure they revered was relegated to grocery runs by a nanny?
"Mr. Zhang, as we understand, this car's forr owner crushed gods of cars from all over the world in the Alps rally race—the true 'god of cars' who drove this very car," Kyoichi explained the backstory, and Zhang nglong's mouth fell open as he listened.
"Wow, I had no idea my dad was that aweso!"
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