Chapter 17 This Smile Is Guarded By Him

• "You?"
• Upon hearing Ning Beichuan's words, Chen Haotian was taken aback and then said, "This goes against the rules."
• "Hahaha."
• A group of racers burst into laughter.
• An outsider wants to race too?
• A senior executive said, "Haoge, let him join. If he dies from reckless driving, it's not our concern."
• Chen Haotian remained silent.
• After all, he had promised Feng Ruoyan and naturally wouldn't go back on his word.
• But if Ning Beichuan himself insisted... it seemed like it wouldn't be impossible.
• "Not allowed?"
• Ning Beichuan asked.
• "Give him a car."
• Chen Haotian pointed to the car fleet in the distance.
• "I'll use mine."
• Ning Beichuan shook his head.
• What?
• Upon hearing Ning Beichuan's words, everyone was speechless.
• They all looked at Ning Beichuan's vintage car with mockery on their faces.
• "With this old car, what do you think you can do?"
• "Comparing this piece of junk to a modified supercar, are you trying to get yourself killed faster?"
• "..."
• Everyone mocked and laughed until their stomachs hurt.
• "Alright."
• Chen Haotian nodded.
• Ning Beichuan got into the car.
• The vintage car entered the track, hiding in an inconspicuous position behind the other cars.
• There were only thirty seconds left until the race started.
• The engine warmed up, and the roar of the engine shook the hearts of the spectators.
• At this moment, everyone's blood boiled.
• The wheels rubbed against the ground, creating white smoke.
• Thirty-nine supercars were ready to go, eager to try.
• On the big screen, the numbers kept flashing and finally... 3, 2, 1.
• "Go!"
• With the flag raised by the car model, the race began.
• Forty supercars shot out like arrows, speeding towards the distance.
• Soon, only scattered taillights were left behind.
• In the mountains.
• The cars raced at high speed, chasing each other.
• The surveillance cameras on both sides of the road recorded everything and transmitted the footage back to the central square of Queen Street.
• Drifting.
• Turning.
• Side by side.
• Overtaking on bends.
• Everything flowed naturally, like water.
• Three minutes later.
• Boom!
• On a ridge.
• On a dangerous cliff, flames soared into the sky.
• Two supercars collided and scraped against each other during a drift, causing instability.
• One of them crashed into a crash barrier, instantly crushing into scrap metal and causing a huge fire.
• The other Porsche wasn't as lucky, being thrown off the cliff by tremendous force, falling into the abyss and exploding in a violent blaze!
• "Roar!"
• "Nice, well done!"
• With the explosion.
• This group of racing enthusiasts not only did not feel fear, but their adrenaline continued to rise, and their emotions soared!
• Obviously, this has become the norm.
• In the flow of traffic.
• Ning Beichuan controlled the vintage car with a serious expression, bypassed the burning supercar, and continued the pursuit.
• But deep down, a huge wave of shock had already surged.
• Is this the thrilling game of Sanjie?
• Living with death all year round, yet still enjoying it?
• For a moment, he didn't know what to do, and could only find solace by her side!
• Queen's Square.
• A group of enthusiasts watched the big screen, their blood boiling.
• Today is the quarterfinals of the bidding race, and the car king will be born among these people!
• How passionate it is!
• How exhilarating it is!
• Suddenly, someone noticed Ning Beichuan's movements and exclaimed in shock, "This kid hasn't crashed yet?"
• In an instant.
• All eyes gathered and fell on the dark gray vintage car.
• At the same time.
• Ning Beichuan stepped on the accelerator.
• With the speed increasing, he raced ahead, surpassing one supercar after another, aiming for the finish line.
• Whoosh!
• Everyone took a sharp breath, shocked.
• Including the race drivers and the group of enthusiasts.
• No one could have imagined.
• Ning Beichuan, who was not favored all the way, actually passed all the obstacles and forcefully entered the final round, catching the attention of the public!
• For an outsider, this is simply an astonishing feat!
• "Damn, is this the legendary drift?!"
• "Power sliding!"
• "Violent tail flick!"
• "Blade overtaking!"
• "This kid is pretending to be weak, turns out he's the real boss!"
• Under the big screen, everyone looked at Ning Beichuan in awe and astonishment!
• On the track.
• Overtaking one supercar after another.
• Ning Beichuan finally caught sight of Sanjie's figure.
• His gaze softened, and he closely followed her, escorting her all the way.
• Ahead, the lights at the finish line were already lit, and the crowd cheered, welcoming the birth of the winner!
• "Speed!"
• "Velocity!"
• In the midst of everyone's attention.
• At the forefront, two supercars raced side by side.
• They were Feng Ruoyan and Zhang Baoshan in their Porsche Cayennes.
• In the last 500 meters, both of them had determined looks, gripping the steering wheel tightly, unleashing their speed to the extreme.
• Puff!
• Both simultaneously activated the boosters.
• Nitrous oxide ignited, shooting out at extreme speed, with blue flames fluttering in the wind!
• The two cars raced ahead, creating a fierce gust of wind, breaking through the air!
• Boom!
• As the finish line approached, Zhang Baoshan gritted his teeth, forcefully turned the steering wheel at high speed, and crashed into the rear of the Ferrari.
• Boom!
• The Ferrari shook and veered off the main road.
• At this moment, there were only a hundred meters left!
• Everyone stood up, already cheering and welcoming the birth of the second runner-up.
• "Hahaha, I won, I won!"
• Zhang Baoshan laughed wildly, stepped on the gas pedal, and the car shot out, heading straight for the finish line.
• Boom!
• At this moment, another violent crash sounded.
• An antique car came from the side and collided with the Porsche, forcefully stopping it thirty meters away!
• "No!"
• Zhang Baoshan's eyes were about to burst.
• He watched helplessly as the Ferrari regained balance and sped towards the finish line.
• He felt like he was being drained, trembling and collapsing in his seat.
• Boom!
• With the sound of an explosive roar, the Ferrari crossed the finish line first, leaving a long trail of flames and hovering on its side.
• The car door opened.
• A graceful figure stepped out.
• She took off her helmet and held it on her waist, facing the crowd of fans, waving her hand.
• "The Queen of Hearts!"
• "King!"
• The crowd cheered.
• The momentum was immense, reaching the sky!
• Accompanied by the roaring engines of the supercars.
• The list of the second runners-up was officially concluded.
• In the midst of the fervent atmosphere.
• Ning Beichuan's car drove in.
• He pulled up beside Feng Ruoyan, lowered the car window, and gazed at the woman before him with tender eyes.
• Her pride.
• Her glory.
• It was truly magnificent to witness it all!
• Sensing something, Feng Ruoyan turned around, and their eyes met, exchanging smiles.
• A thousand words were spoken without uttering a single word.
• Ning Beichuan vowed to protect that smile.
• In the distance.
• Zhang Baoshan tightly gripped the steering wheel, consumed by jealous madness as he watched Feng Ruoyan, the center of attention.
• All of this should have been his!
• Zhang Baoshan's eyes turned red, and he lost control. He pressed down on the gas pedal and charged forward.
• "Die!"
• An angry roar echoed as the Porsche, like a fierce beast, raced into the square, heading straight for Feng Ruoyan.
• Splash!
• Feng Ruoyan was thrown into the air and then crashed to the ground.
• Her body rolled three times, her long hair cascading down, blood staining her unconscious form.
• Boom!
• The Porsche collided with the Ferrari, causing a violent explosion.
• Everyone stood in shock, the silence deafening.
• It took a moment for Chen Haotian to react: "Quick, save her!"
• The firefighters swiftly grabbed fire extinguishers to put out the flames and called for an ambulance.
• They never anticipated such a turn of events!
• This was an absolute taboo on the racetrack, resulting in disqualification. But Zhang Baoshan had already lost...
• At best, he would face a ban.
• The loss of racer Feng Ruoyan would be a devastating blow.
• Chen Haotian's face darkened as he urgently said, "Quick, take her to the hospital and see if there's any hope!"
• "Who dares to touch her?"
• Ning Beichuan slowly opened the car door, struggling to breathe.
• In an instant.
• Everyone felt an aura of impending doom, as if the man before them was a god, compelling them to kneel.
• Instinctively, everyone took a step back, making way for Ning Beichuan.
• His face was splattered with crimson blood.
• So warm.
• So scorching.
• This was Sanjie's blood!
• Ning Beichuan nearly fainted, stumbling out of the car, his steps unsteady.
• "Sanjie."
• "Sanjie, look at me, wake up, wake up."
• Ning Beichuan knelt beside Feng Ruoyan, cradling her in his arms, tears streaming down his face as he whispered.
• Feng Ruoyan's eyes grew dim.
• Her face was covered in blood, resembling a blood-stained angel.
• She reached out her hand.
• Attempting to give Ning Beichuan a feeble smile, to assure him she was okay, but her arm fell weakly.
• No more breath.
• "No!!!"
• Ning Beichuan clung tightly to Feng Ruoyan, howling towards the sky, his heart consumed by intense grief.
• Something shattered within his heart, impossible to calm. In this moment, all he desired was vengeance!
• He lifted Feng Ruoyan in his arms.
• Advancing slowly, like a king of the dark night, leaving people in awe.
• Under his presence, it felt like a scene of carnage, no one dared to approach, their mouths trembling, unable to speak!
• "If we don't take her to the hospital, she will die!"
• In a critical moment, Chen Haotian stepped forward, speaking with solemnity.
• "Xiaoyue!"
• "Form up!"
• Ning Beichuan's gaze turned cold, his eyes bloodshot.
• Taking a step forward, as if entering purgatory!