Young Master Fang, you guessed it! "Cen Haonan’s man really came to scout the track!" At the Xuanghe Racing Track, a man in a windbreaker watched the Mercedes-Benz business van driven by Su Xuan as he made a call. "Are you sure he’s one of Cen Haonan’s men?" the person on the phone asked. "Positive!" the man in the windbreaker said. "He used Cen Haonan’s name when he registered for track time at the front desk!" "What kind of car is he driving?" the person on the phone asked. "Uh, the car he’s driving is a bit strange." The corner of the man’s mouth twitched. "It’s a Mercedes-Benz business van." "A Mercedes business van? What the hell?" the voice on the phone exclaimed in astonishment. "He’s probably trying to keep us from seeing his trump card," the man in the windbreaker said. "Keep watching him. Report anything you see to me immediately!" The man in the windbreaker put away his phone and took out a high-definition, high-frame-rate handheld camera, beginning to secretly film Su Xuan’s vehicle. The "Young Master Fang" he mentioned was undoubtedly Fang Chao, the young master who would be racing Su Xuan the next day. After three laps, Su Xuan pulled the car into one of the track’s pit stops. Since his physique had been enhanced by the system, his memory had improved along with it. Even after only three laps, he had already developed a near-perfect understanding of the track. The Mercedes also needed a break to let its glowing-red wheel hubs cool down. "Your driving was amazing!" "My eyes couldn’t even keep up with your car!" Tian Cheng ran down from the stands to Su Xuan’s side, her face flush with excitement. "I was just doing a simple test run," Su Xuan said nonchalantly. "This Mercedes can’t even begin to showcase my true abilities." He wasn’t bragging. When the system had rewarded him with the Koenigsegg, it had also given him the full suite of skills required to master a supercar. And those skills were absolutely perfect, without a single flaw. They allowed him to become one with the Koenigsegg the moment he gripped the steering wheel. But this Mercedes, which he had borrowed from the hotel owner, just couldn’t cut it. Its power and condition couldn’t keep up with his rhythm, holding him back significantly. "Su Xuan, can you take me for a ride?" "I’ve never been in a car on a racetrack before!" Tian Cheng blinked her large, clear eyes, looking at Su Xuan with anticipation. "Sure, get in." Seeing that the wheel hubs had cooled down enough, Su Xuan let Tian Cheng get in, and he took her along as he continued to familiarize himself with the track. "Master, you just focus on driving. Don’t mind me," Tian Cheng said suddenly after the car started moving. She had changed how she addressed him. She still preferred calling Su Xuan "Master," as it sounded much more intimate than using his name. Then, while still buckled in, she suddenly leaned over and planted a big kiss on Su Xuan’s cheek, leaving behind a small, cute lipstick mark. "Master, thank you for backing me up tonight," she said, gently resting her head on Su Xuan’s shoulder. "If it weren’t for you, I might have been bullied. And with my fiery temper, I probably would have gotten into a fight..." If she weren’t afraid of distracting his driving, she certainly would have leaned her entire body against him. Su Xuan reached out and patted her head. "Don’t be a stranger. Besides, Master even made an easy ten thousand yuan out of it!" "Ah, speaking of which, I almost forgot to ask you something!" Tian Cheng lifted her head, looked at Su Xuan’s handsome face that could make even women jealous, and asked, "Why didn’t you drive your Koenigsegg here? Wouldn’t that car be better?" "Here’s the thing," Su Xuan began, explaining his reasoning. "I have an official race tomorrow. It’s extremely important to a friend of mine, so I have to win. To prevent my opponent from learning too much about my capabilities, I needed a bit of a disguise. For instance, leaving the Koenigsegg behind and driving the hotel owner’s Mercedes instead. They can’t possibly deduce that I’m a racing expert from this van’s performance on the track, can they?" Tian Cheng nodded in sudden realization. "Now that you put it that way, I get it. Hehe, Master, you’re so clever!" Su Xuan smiled. "Two or three more laps and we can get out of here." Tian Cheng nodded. "Okay!" Three laps later, Su Xuan drove out of the Xuanghe Racing Track, heading straight for the hotel to get his own car. The Koenigsegg’s display time there was just about up anyway. *** Fınd the newest release on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱 "Young Master Fang, the kid has left." The man in the windbreaker put away his camera and called Fang Chao. Fang Chao asked, "He left already?" "He only ran six laps," the man replied. "Send me the video right away. My coach and I need to analyze it," Fang Chao ordered. In a luxurious villa, Fang Chao sat in his room and opened the video the man in the windbreaker had just sent. Standing behind him was a stern-faced, white-haired old man with a sharp gaze. As they watched, Fang Chao’s expression grew more and more peculiar. "Was this kid here for a concert? Or to pick up girls?" he asked, looking up at the old man, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "No matter how I look at it, he seems completely unprofessional!" It was no wonder he felt that way. In the video, he saw a group of young men and women in the stands, cheering for Su Xuan nonstop. They were so into it, you’d think they were at a superstar’s concert. This is just a practice run! Does he need to make such a big deal out of it? Furthermore, after just three laps, Su Xuan let a pretty girl in a white dress get into the car and started taking her for joyrides. Fang Chao zoomed in on the video feed. He saw the girl kiss Su Xuan, who then patted her head. Their lovey-dovey display... it was unbearable to look at! "Isn’t this to your advantage?" the old man said, his brow furrowed deeply. "Besides, for someone like him to be cruising around the track in a Mercedes business van... it’s an insult to the sanctity of racing! He has successfully earned my contempt." This old man was Han Shanchi, a professional racing coach Fang Chao had hired for a considerable sum. In his life, he had led numerous teams to victory in international competitions. In the world of racing, his name was known by all. He naturally held a deep reverence for the racetrack; after all, it was the place where his dreams had bloomed. "I could beat trash like that with one hand," Fang Chao said confidently to Han Shanchi, his face filled with thick disdain. "Don’t get cocky," the old man cautioned. "What if this is a trick to mislead you? What if he’s actually an expert in disguise?" He pulled up a stool and sat down. "Let’s watch the video a few more times. Observe his cornering technique. See if his grasp of the track improves with every lap. If he really is an expert, his skills would be impossible to hide, even if he were driving a beat-up tractor on the track instead of a Mercedes!" About fifteen minutes later, Fang Chao and the old man were suddenly drenched in cold sweat, as if they had just witnessed something utterly terrifying.