Chapter 199 - 199 199 Without Three Theres No Ceremony (4)_1

Chapter 199: 199, Without Three There’s No Ceremony (4)_1 Chapter 199: 199, Without Three There’s No Ceremony (4)_1 The race track suddenly fell into a stalemate, leaving only Baxter’s racing car to speed unfettered.

Suddenly, a black and purple silhouette of a car swept across, catching everyone’s attention.

[That’s Jian Qing’s car.]

There were gasps of surprise from the spectator stands.

Upon the sight of the driver, everyone couldn’t help but change their expressions.

What’s happening?

With such thrillingly tense racing action, she still had the mood to eat a lollipop?

Jian Qing was spotted controlling the steering wheel in one hand and holding a lollipop in the other, taking bites from time to time.

Eyeing the bend in front, Jian Qing bit on her lollipop, pressed the accelerator, and the speed instantly soared. The black and purple car body skidded into the turn perfectly avoiding the collision of two cars, with not the slightest deviation, like a whistle along the cliff edge.

It was an absolutely perfect tail sweep, easily rounding the bend.

“Ah–”

This thrilling moment made everyone hold their breath. The atmosphere grew silent for a few seconds, and then erupted into cheers.

“Jian Qing, Jian Qing!”

The exciting and brilliant scene made everyone’s emotions surge, shouting Jian Qing’s name.

Han Yue stared, struggling to swallow his saliva.

Where did this alien come from?

If this skill is considered rudimentary, then they probably cannot even qualify as beginners.

“Axuan, where did she get the lollipop?” The conspicuous lollipop was too flamboyant. Couldn’t she be more serious?

“Aside from Jingwu, who else could have given it.” others might not have noticed, but he did. Jingwu’s pockets were full of candy; he’d seen this before at the old mansion. He really was spoiling Jian Qing, even carrying candy for her everywhere.

Han Yue’s eye twitched. They weren’t here to watch the race; they were here to flaunt their affection, right?

“Any objections?” Quan Jingwu glanced over at him and asked coldly.

Han Yue waved his hands frantically, “How could I?”

Why would he have objections? He didn’t have a death wish.

Baxter accelerated, a smug smile on his face. Suddenly, upon seeing the car catching up behind him through the rear-view mirror, his expression changed drastically.

How… how is this possible?

She caught up so quickly. Wasn’t she supposed to be stuck at that corner?

What exactly is happening?

Jian Qing had no interest in guessing what was going on with him, chewing on her lollipop, and inwardly complaining that this brand of lollipop was too sweet.

On the racetrack, a black and purple racing car roared forward with the sound of its engine, and in the blink of an eye, it easily passed Baxter’s blue racing car.

Looking at the car that was now level with his, Baxter no longer dared to be careless, spewing a series of French curses.

Jian Qing seemed to be teasing him, deliberately slowing down to match his speed.

Even if Baxter was a bit slow, he could tell Jian Qing was toying with him. A glint of evil appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly aimed his car towards Jian Qing’s.

“Bang Bang–”

This kind of scene is not uncommon in the racing industry. It was a true test of skill.

Looking at Jian Qing’s petite body, everyone couldn’t help but shiver for her.

Quan Jingwu’s deep purple eyes were fixed on the racetrack, his brows knit slightly, his distinct fingers suddenly clenched.

Though her car was constantly hit, Jian Qing’s eyes were calm. Her hands deftly turned the steering wheel, and she pressed the accelerator, increasing her speed in an instant.

Her skillful handling and imposing momentum.

In that moment, she seemed like the queen of the racing world.

The sturdy front of the car, like an untamed horse, reared forward with an unstoppable momentum. She shifted the car’s weight to the right, and when the moment was right, she slammed her car towards Baxter’s.

“Crash crash–”

Actions precise and ruthless, simple yet brutal!

If he dares to hit, she’ll play along till the end.

Jian Qing seemed to mean business, using Daniel’s heavier car to forcefully smash into Baxter’s vehicle, fiercely intent on knocking Baxter away from the inside.

Once, twice…

“Bang, bang…”

The audience in the stands widened their eyes, palms sweating, every collision thrumming in sync with their heartbeats.

This was audacious to the extreme!

It seems this Jian Qing is a dark horse after all, and has completely overpowered Baxter.

Baxter’s car was hit so hard it almost left the main track. The left door was dented and scratched, leaving deep and shallow marks.

Unaware, Baxter’s forehead hit the steering wheel, instantly turning red.

“Damn it…”

Baxter gripped the steering wheel, his eyes cold and brutal as he stomped on the throttle, speeding towards Jian Qing’s vehicle with full force.

However, if he wanted a crashing match, Jian Qing wouldn’t oblige.

With one hand on the steering wheel, she cleanly drifted in front of Baxter, then shocked everyone with her next move.

What was she doing? The crowd wondered.

Jian Qing turned her car around, facing Baxter head-on, the roar of the engine echoing in the area.

“What is Jian Qing trying to do?” Han Yue stepped forward, his hands gripping the railings, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

“She’s planning to hit him head-on, probably intending to wreck his car.”

Bewildered, Han Yue looked at Daniel. “What?”

This was insanity!

Daniel’s eyes gleamed with a spark of competitive excitement. This cocky, audacious behavior, he had seen it before.

Zero, the madman of the racing industry.

What Daniel thought of, Baxter too deduced. After all, he too had experienced Zero’s style of racing.

“Jian Qing, have you lost your mind?”

Baxter cursed loudly in his native language, the danger causing him to revert to his mother tongue.

They were halfway up the hill, cars continually colliding at high speed, it was extremely easy for an accident to happen. Had she gone mad?

“Baxter, Zero said your guts are smaller than a mouse’s. It seems he wasn’t wrong,” Jian Qing replied in French, a cold smile playing on her lips.

The mention of Zero made Baxter’s eyes blaze with anger. Veins bulged in his neck.

It was now!

Jian Qing gripped the wheel, her eyes cold and severe, stomped on the throttle, the rigid lines of the car surging forward to hit Baxter’s vehicle.

The impact was even more savage than before.

Baxter’s eyes narrowed, his hands spinning the wheel, trying to dodge, but it was too late.

“Bang, bang…”

Not satisfied with just one hit, she followed with a second.

Where there’s one, there’s two, and where there’s two, there’s three, right?

As the old saying goes, there’s no courtesy without the number three!

In that case, she might as well reluctantly deliver another blow.

Jian Qing smirked, gathering her strength to deliver the final hit.

“Bang!”

Even the sturdiest car couldn’t withstand such collisions. The cerulean sports car was completely knocked off the main track, heavily hitting the protruding rocks beside it. The front of the car was smoking, the left door shattered, the engine roaring unnaturally loud.

Inside the car, Baxter’s face turned ghostly pale, a grim expression on his face, his forehead further bruised and swollen.