"So, what about us? Can’t we get through either?" Alice asked Su Xuan. The mountain road was treacherous enough before the collapse. Now that it had given way, it was completely impassable. "We should be able to!" Su Xuan replied, patting the steering wheel mysteriously as he continued along the village’s main road. He kept his speed down, as children or even cats and dogs would occasionally dart out. Hitting any of them would be a headache. "Get out of the way! Are you trying to get killed?" Fang Chao, however, couldn’t be bothered with such caution. He sped down a narrow path, weaving and turning. Whenever someone blocked his way, he’d stick his head out the window and yell at them. He even ran over a chicken without so much as slowing down. In less than four minutes, he shot through the village and onto the downhill mountain road. Once he was off the mountain and had finished the final five-kilometer stretch of asphalt, the race would be his. He could finally push Cen Haonan out, monopolize the Supercar Association’s resources, and open his own modification shop. The descent was smooth, and Fang Chao’s mood brightened considerably. He no longer cared about the rain splashing into the car. Turning to Han Shanchi, he said, "Professor Han, once my modification shop opens, how about I... give you 2% in shares?" After all the effort Han Shanchi had put in for Fang Chao, the mere mention of 2% made him frown. That’s it? Is he joking? If he knew that Cen Haonan planned to give Su Xuan 20%, he would probably cut ties with Fang Chao on the spot. Han Shanchi said gravely, "Fang Chao, you only got into the racing association because of my introduction. I’ve also connected you with many influential figures in the Supercar Association, not to mention I gave up a high-paying job abroad to come back and focus on mentoring you. Do you really think 2% is appropriate?" "Then how much do you want, Professor?" Fang Chao asked. "My stomach seems to be acting up again," Han Shanchi said, grimacing. "Alright, alright! You’ve certainly put in a lot of work, and I’ll need your help in the future. 6% it is!" Fang Chao conceded. This wasn’t a true compromise. He genuinely valued Han Shanchi’s connections, which he was certain would bring him resources worth far more than a 6% stake. A few minutes later, Fang Chao glanced back again. Still seeing no sign of Su Xuan, he laughed smugly. "This mountain road is incredibly narrow. Even if that kid catches up now, I won’t give him another chance to overtake!" "Absolutely!" Han Shanchi agreed. "After I win, I’ll take you to the clubhouse to properly relax." "I can look forward to that." "I just hope your stomach will be okay..." Han Shanchi rubbed his belly. "It’s all better now!" Their arrogant laughter echoed from the car, reverberating along the mountain road. "What on earth is Su Xuan doing?" Inside the live broadcast tent, Cen Haonan was baffled. Su Xuan’s car had entered the village and simply never came out. The drone had no choice but to follow Fang Chao’s car instead. By now, Fang Chao was already halfway down the mountain. "I have no idea," Blackie said, shaking his head in bewilderment when he saw Cen Haonan looking at him. Did Su Xuan’s car break down? Is he fixing it in the village? "That kid definitely gave up!" one of Fang Chao’s supporters shouted. "He only got ahead on the way up by a fluke!" "Now that he knows he has no chance of taking the lead, he’s too scared to even show his face!" "That’s right! That village is where his race ended!" "Young Master Fang is leaving everyone in his dust! Victory is certain!" "Young Master Fang is incredible!" Fang Chao’s camp erupted in cheers, the earlier gloom completely gone. But a few minutes later, their eyes went wide and their faces turned pale. They watched in shock as the drone feed showed Fang Chao’s car coming to a halt on a stretch of mountain road. That entire section of the road had collapsed. "Oh my god! The road is gone!" Fang Chao yelled, getting out of his car. "Are you messing with me, fate?!" He stood at the edge of the landslide, furiously scratching his head. A five or six-meter section of the road in front of him had completely fallen away. Forget a car, not even a monkey could climb across that gap. Below the destroyed road was a treacherously steep slope. Driving down it was impossible unless you had a death wish. "Professor, can I bum a cigarette?" Fang Chao asked, squatting by the edge of the chasm and glancing dejectedly at Han Shanchi. "No can do." Han Shanchi pulled a rain-soaked pack of cigarettes from his pocket, showed it to Fang Chao, and then tossed it over the edge. The box tumbled down the dangerous slope and quickly vanished from sight. Fresh chapters posted on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹•𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖•𝗇𝗲𝘁 After staring into space for a couple of minutes, a thought suddenly struck Fang Chao. "Professor, do you think that kid knew about the landslide? Is that why he’s been so far behind?" "It doesn’t matter now," Han Shanchi said. "The road is clearly impassable. This is the end of the race." Fang Chao’s dull eyes lit up. "If we treat this as the finish line, doesn’t that mean we’ve won?" "That’s how we see it, but others won’t. They’ll just declare the race void." "What if we bribe Old Lee, the judge, and have him..." Han Shanchi shook his head. "Old Lee won’t be swayed by a little money. He’s been selling car parts his whole life. He’s worth at least fifty or sixty million." "What about ten million? That would surely tempt him, right?" "Ten million is no small sum. Are you really willing to part with it?" "My dad gave me a budget of nearly one hundred million to rent a venue, buy equipment, and open a top-tier modification shop. I’ll just consider this ten million an initial investment. As long as we win this race, I can earn that back easily!" Fang Chao declared. His father was the owner of a publicly listed company worth over thirty billion, so spending ten million wasn’t a major issue for him. Han Shanchi nodded. "In that case, you can give it a try." Just as Fang Chao took out his phone to secretly message the old judge and discuss the matter, a new sound drew his attention. The roar of an engine. He looked toward the noise and was utterly dumbstruck. Su Xuan’s Charman King had arrived. It was towing a flatbed wooden trailer. On the trailer were two massive logs, each six or seven meters long. And sitting on the trailer alongside the logs were several villagers. What does this mean? What is Su Xuan planning to do? Fang Chao sucked in a sharp breath and exclaimed in a trembling voice, "Holy crap! I’m actually starting to admire him!" However, the situation wasn’t as simple as he thought.