Speed ​​God

Chapter 2 Winner Takes All
Roar, roar.

A commotion broke out downstairs, and the entire bar was filled with a joyful atmosphere. People were eager to see more excitement, and the night of revelry seemed to have finally reached its climax.

"Racing! Racing! Racing!"

"Marlena Racing!"

Jean Todt looked slightly tired, rubbed his temples, and looked in the direction of the sound.

On the dance floor, a group of young people held up their phones high, laughing and shouting, and rushed out like a tidal wave, as if a brand new party was about to begin.

In just a few seconds, half of the bar was emptied, leaving the bartender, who hadn't even realized what was happening, blinking and staring at the door.

It was obvious at a glance that he was very experienced, and it was clear that similar things had happened more than once or twice in this bar.

Samuel, who was sitting opposite Jean Todt, had been Jean Todt's friend for over thirty years. He immediately noticed that his old friend was distracted and preoccupied with something on his mind. He followed Jean Todt's gaze and saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

"Heh, that's Moretti's youngest son. I bet it's another bunch of kids getting ready to play street racing. You already have enough on your mind with the youth academy, don't worry about these rich kids' childish games. Aren't you flying to Paris for a meeting tomorrow? Why don't you go back to the hotel and rest early?"

However, Todd did not respond.

Samuel had to call out, "Let?"

Todd finally snapped out of his daze, looked at his old friend, and asked blankly, "Huh?"

Samuel was quite exasperated. "I said, you're tired. Why don't you go back to the hotel and rest now?"

Todd paused for a moment, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Alcohol. Racing. Hormones. Aren't these the best ways to relax and have fun? What could be more fun than young people who don't know the meaning of life getting together and fooling around? Do you remember the adventures we had when we were young?"

Samuel laughed out loud, "Haha, I don't have the courage to keep messing around now."

Todd's lips curled into a smile. "But we can reminisce, how about it, interested?"

Samuel followed the figures of Lorenzo, Matteo, and the other young men, and despite the surging crowd, he easily spotted the baby-faced man.

"Absolutely. Party until you're exhausted, then you'll fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow—the perfect choice."

Just as Samuel and Todd left the VIP box, the entire bar sprang out, with everyone rushing into the street, startling the night.

Lorenzo, unhurriedly, nudged Lu Zhizhou with his shoulder and said, "What's wrong? Nervous? That guy looks like a good-for-nothing, but he claims to be preparing to enter Formula One racing. He hangs out with Stroll, Latifi, and a bunch of other guys."

Lu Zhizhou raised his eyes and looked over. "Who?"

Lorenzo was stunned, as if he had swallowed a French fry and choked on it. "Lance Stroll? Nicolas Latifi? Formula One driver?"

Lu Zhizhou still looked at Lorenzo with a sincere expression, his face clearly showing confusion: he knew nothing.

Lorenzo almost choked on his own saliva. The main point was that he felt Lu Zhizhou wasn't joking; he probably really hadn't heard of these names. The words of explanation were already on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them all in the end. "What I mean is, is it okay if we haven't run through these streets?"

Lu Zhizhou shrugged lightly and said casually, "Street racing relies on intuition."

Lorenzo: ...

"alright."

"The race route is a five-kilometer counter-clockwise loop, starting from Castel Sant'Angelo, going up Via e Manuel II, then straight into the narrow bends of the Steps of Spain. At the last bend, remember to brake late and exit the bend early; then turn left and go straight into Piazza del Popolo, which is very tricky, and finally return to Castel Sant'Angelo."

"It's described as a straight road, but don't forget, this is Rome. Every street is crooked, with straight sections interspersed with curves and potholes." "However, don't worry about getting lost. See those people? They're heading towards each turn, both to remind the drivers of the correct direction and to livestream the race on their phones."

"In addition, they are responsible for early warning. If the police show up, ignore the race cars and try to shake them off. But I don't think they will show up."

Lu Zhizhou was about to ask about this when Lorenzo brought it up first, "Why?"

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow. "We hijacked their communication frequencies and conducted reconnaissance and blockade operations. I believe you can enjoy a racing session to your heart's content."

Clearly, this is routine entertainment at the bar, and everything goes smoothly. So, is this the secret to why there are no fights or disturbances at the bar?
Lu Zhizhou squinted at Lorenzo, "Why do I sense something fishy about me?"

Lorenzo widened his eyes dramatically, pressing his hand to his chest. "Me? How could that be? Zhizhou, I'm a good person!" He paused, a sly glint in his eyes.

Lu Zhizhou glanced at Lorenzo, "No matter how much you earn, I want 20%."

Lorenzo gasped. "Really, you believe me..." However, Lu Zhizhou's gaze remained unmoved, and Lorenzo ultimately gave up trying to explain.

The unexpected situation was indeed a fact, and it wasn't pre-arranged; but the underlying betting was also a fact, and he had just placed a bet of 10,000 euros on Lu Zhizhou.

"Dude, you're so confident?" Lorenzo didn't continue to deny it.

Lu Zhizhou, "Haven't you already experienced it yourself?"

Lorenzo, "Hey, you're rubbing salt into the wound!"

boom! Boom boom boom!
The roar of engines tore through the night sky, and the smell of gasoline and acrid tires filled the air. The Place de la Cavour next to Castel Sant'Angelo was packed with people. The autumn night wind swirled fallen leaves across the castle walls, and then, the monster appeared.

The crowd automatically parted to make way, and countless eyes were fixed on the military green Ford Mustang Shelby GT350.

The roar of the engine was extremely aggressive, like a wild beast about to pounce. The Mustang driver was arrogant and domineering, squeezing into view. The ground trembled, and the roar of the V8 engine surged through the blood of the onlookers.

With its engine roaring, exhaust exploding, and the air thick with the scent of gasoline and hormones, the GT350 is perhaps the most powerful Mustang Shelby ever made.

The vehicle slowly came to a stop, and Matteo made a dashing entrance by opening the car door. The blinding headlights caused the onlookers to turn their attention away.

Matteo gently raised his chin, looking at Malena, who was dressed in a red dress that seemed to dance gracefully in the night, his eyes filled with undisguised pride. "Well, let me tell you, you'll fall in love with it."

"Malena, I'm thinking of changing the paint job to bright red, just like the hem of your dress tonight..."

From Malena's amazed look, it was clear that Matteo's wish had come true. He had finally gotten to see the goddess's smiling face, and his words revealed a hint of pride, as if he had won the game and the beauty's heart.

However, Matteo's words were interrupted by a rustling commotion in the crowd. The whispers seemed to contain surprise and mockery. Matteo and Malena couldn't help but look in the direction of the crowd, waiting for the other protagonist of the night to appear.

Marlena's heart sank slightly. From the engine sound, she could tell that with the Ford Mustang Shelby in front of her, the sound in front of her was like a kitten.

The image of a kitten cowering and trembling before a lion naturally came to mind.

Malena had a bad feeling.

The next second, Matteo couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter, laughing so hard he almost fell over. "Hahaha, hahaha, is this...is this a Mini Cooper?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at Malena, greedily scrutinizing every change in her expression, as if victory was already in his grasp.

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