Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 911 - 908: The Racing Legend’s Silhouette

Everyone watched the two cars competing for the bend ahead, one belonging to the Three Rings Twelve Young Masters, taking the inside line tightly, and the other was Lin Tian’s, speeding through the curve without slowing down.

They all imagined the imminent scenario of a car flipping, resulting in a fatal crash. But then, an eerie scene unfolded as the domestic car manoeuvered through the curve as steadily as a ghost, showing no signs of flipping.

The white domestic car roamed through the night like a white ghost, silently overtaking the Three Rings Twelve Young Masters and vanishing on the other side of the curve.

"Am... Am I seeing things?" The first voice broke the silence of the crowd.

That remark was like a stone thrown into a lake, stirring countless ripples, and the wealthy second-generation heirs were jolted awake from their shock.

"It didn’t flip?" another person said.

"This... completely defies physical laws..."

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"Ghost my ass, I’m an atheist, don’t believe in that crap. Get in your cars, catch up and see!" someone shouted, then ran towards a car parked by the roadside.

With their cars parked by the roadside, everyone was reminded by the shout, and they immediately found their cars, following those few sports cars, all racing towards the finish line.

Having turned the bend, they happened to see that domestic car taking the second bend, again not slowing down, vanishing like a ghost after the second bend, while the Twelve Young Master lagged behind but did not give up.

As the crowd advanced along the track and reached the finish line, they saw two cars stopped there, one in front of the other, with two people standing between them, staring unblinkingly at each other. These two were none other than Lin Tian and the Twelve Young Master who reached the finish line.

"How did you do it?" The Twelve Young Master seemed oblivious to the crowd’s arrival, instead asking Lin Tian.

"Even if I told you, you couldn’t do it, just like your tight-edge turning that others can’t learn," Lin Tian slightly shook his head and replied.

"I am willing to become your disciple, can you teach me?" The Twelve Young Master unexpectedly said, causing a stir among the crowd.

The Three Rings Twelve Young Master, king of the bends, wanting to become a disciple of an unknown young man to learn turning skills—this news would cause a huge shock in the underground racing world.

But the Twelve Young Master expressed it naturally, not considering the consequences at all, with sincere eyes behind his glasses, showing no reluctance.

Lin Tian suddenly developed some admiration for this Twelve Young Master, seeing something "real" in him, free of pretense, unlike other reputable people who would never openly ask for mentorship.

However, Lin Tian indeed couldn’t teach him, shaking his head again, "It’s not that I don’t want to teach; it’s that others just can’t do it, not even professional racers."

A stir erupted again among the crowd, wondering what it meant that even professional racers couldn’t do it. Could there really be skills beyond those of professional racers?

If this remark was made before the race, the second-generation heirs would surely mock it as boasting, but having witnessed the ghostly cornering skill, they found no words to refute this outrageous statement.

To speed through a bend defying physics, who could achieve that?

Lin Tian turned to look at Mo Mingda and Liu Weiyuan, both feeling awkward, especially Liu Weiyuan, who faced humiliation for losing.

"Could there be a substitute initially?" Liu Weiyuan whispered.

"When you gave me that alias back then, did you consider this consequence? Haha, I don’t need any substitute; just execute it quickly, don’t think of breaking the agreement. I recorded the conversation just now, Brother Mo, think of your reputation," Lin Tian said leisurely.

The crowd, overhearing this conversation, didn’t understand it at all. They had no idea there was an agreement between Lin Tian and Mo Mingda.

"Clap, clap, clap"

Three slaps rang out suddenly; without warning, Mo Mingda slapped Liu Weiyuan’s face three times, stunning the crowd. What’s going on?

Liu Weiyuan covered his face, feeling the people around him mocking him, unable to stay another minute, he pushed through the crowd and ran away.

No one could stand being slapped in public, especially not someone as concerned with face as Liu Weiyuan.

Mo Mingda’s expression continuously shifted, unsure of what thoughts crossed his mind, while Lin Tian nonchalantly glanced at him, then coolly got into his car and drove away.

No one dared to block the road this time; the crowd watched Lin Tian leave, gazing at him like a legend.

Watching Lin Tian’s back as he got into the car, the Twelve Young Master’s eyes lit up as he pulled out a photo from his jacket pocket. In the photo, a young man was just getting into a red Ferrari sports car, with only half of his figure visible.

Several other sports cars surrounded the Ferrari, one catching the eye, a Bugatti Veyron with a "B" logo, seemingly preparing for a race.

Brother Jie and Xiao Liu noticed the Twelve Young Master looking at the photo with an unusual expression and curiously asked, "Twelve Young Master, what’s this photo about?"

"You know about the Zhonghai City race, right?" The Twelve Young Master didn’t explain, instead asked.

"Of course, everyone knows about the Zhonghai City at East Snake Mountain, where a car burned during the race, and another made an incredible leap over a bend, even causing that Japanese guy to lose his Bugatti Veyron—that’s legendary," Xiao Liu said excitedly.

The Twelve Young Master nodded, looking at the photo, "This photo was taken casually by a friend of mine before the race began. How could she know that this click would capture the soon-to-be-born car god? Unfortunately, only half of the figure is visible."

"That race was thrilling, but little photographic material remains, and whether intentionally or not, whenever the car god appears in a photo, it’s only a rear view. I’ve been searching for him, but since that race, he hasn’t appeared in the racing circles again," said the Twelve Young Master regretfully.

"We’ve heard about this too. According to insiders, the car god isn’t from the circles," said Brother Jie.

"Haha, they guessed right, the car god should be an outsider. Just now, as that youngster drove away, his back gave me a familiar feeling, exactly like when I look at this photo," said the Twelve Young Master with some excitement in his tone.

"Are you saying he’s the car god of East Snake Mountain? Impossible, a car god driving a broken car?" Xiao Liu didn’t believe it.

"Do you still think it’s a broken car?" the Twelve Young Master said, and the others fell silent; could a broken car have such acceleration?

The Twelve Young Master seemed to recall something, turning to Mo Mingda, asking, "Brother Mo, you seem to know that young man? What’s his name?"

"He’s a guest of my cousin, named Lin Tian," Mo Mingda replied truthfully.