Speed ​​God

Chapter 7 A Piece of Cake

Everything is quiet.

Screams, cheers, exclamations, and discussions all vanished, everything disappeared into nothingness. Even holding their breath and pressing their heartbeats, trying their best to catch the trivial sounds on the other end of the radio waves, they still couldn't believe that Mini Cooper had already passed through People's Square in such an easy and smooth manner.

I closed my eyes and couldn't help but imagine what a gust of wind would look like.

The silence didn't return until the iconic, desperate, furious roar of the Mustang Shelby's V8 engine shattered once more, tearing through the air and crashing into the radio waves, trying to reach them through cell phones and walkie-talkies.

It turns out there was another car.

The gap is already so huge!
Three seconds? Five seconds? Or even more!

Mini Cooper and Mustang Shelby arrived at People's Square one after the other, with a significant time gap, making live commentary unnecessary and the outcome self-evident.

Originally, after People's Square, there were two straight sections: one crossing the bridge back to the riverbank, and the other a long road connecting two streets leading to the end. This was supposed to be the area where Mustang Shelby could turn the tide, but now, Mustang Shelby didn't even get to his shining stage before it was all over.

No one expected that Mini Cooper would be able to defeat Mustang Shelby, and no one expected that it would be a one-sided massacre with no suspense whatsoever.

……That's it?
As they stared at each other in disbelief, the astonishment and shock in their eyes vanished into nothingness. They opened their mouths to try to make a sound, but found their minds completely blank.

The sounds coming from the cell phone and walkie-talkie were still noisy, and it was clear that Matteo's Mustang Shelby was struggling on the cobblestone loop track. The suspension was unbalanced, the front of the car was understeer, and the burnout resulted in a complete loss of grip, as if driving on ice.

Despite Matteo's attempts to increase his speed and get through People's Square as quickly as possible to enter the final straightaway, the more anxious he became, the more flustered he became, struggling between slipping and slipping even more.

Meanwhile, Matteo was still fighting desperately in People's Square.

Here, sounds returned to Kevor Square, as a navy blue Mini Cooper was cutting through the night at the end of the straight road.

Wow!
In an instant, the crowd erupted in cheers, their hormones raging with the collision of speed and passion, and they could no longer contain their excitement.

"incredible!"

"Wow, Mommy!"

"Amazing! Amazing! This is absolutely amazing!!!"

In the crowd, Lorenzo waved a beer bottle, laughing so hard he almost fell over, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he subtly fanned the flames—

"Mini!"

"Mini!"

Lorenzo was there cheering, and the bustling crowd rushed toward the Mini Cooper, which had parked precisely at the corner of Plaza de la Cavour, with one or two people joining in the cheering and waving.

"Mini!"

However, Lu Zhizhou remained seated in the driver's seat without getting out of the car, and didn't even roll down the window.

That won't do. Lorenzo was also looking to see Lu Zhizhou's expression. He pushed through the crowd and walked over, only to see Lu Zhizhou leaning against the car window, one hand on the steering wheel, with a lazy and relaxed expression, as if he hadn't woken up yet.

Lorenzo chuckled. "Hey, buddy, you won? Aren't you going to smile?"

Lu Zhizhou shrugged lightly. "Is this something to celebrate? Lorenzo, don't lower yourself to that level. You should have some confidence in yourself."

If Lu Zhizhou could defeat Lorenzo, Matteo would be a piece of cake for him.

Lorenzo choked, "Yes, yes, thank you for the friendly reminder, Mini Car God."

They were subtly mocking Lu Zhizhou, but he didn't seem bothered at all. He got out of the car, casually patted Lorenzo on the shoulder, and placed the car keys in Lorenzo's hand under Lorenzo's questioning gaze.

Lorenzo: ...

How could he forget that this is his own car? Damn it!
Just then, the sound of a Mustang Shelby's engine stumbled in. Whether it was an illusion or not, the engine sound was like a stray dog, no longer majestic, but instead constantly reminding people of what had just happened. A burst of merciless whistling and jeering erupted from the crowd, with the front row adding fuel to the fire and kicking someone when they were down.

boom!
Matteo slammed the car door shut, not even turning off the engine, and rushed towards Lu Zhizhou, his face flushed and drenched in sweat. His bloodshot eyes seemed to see only that figure as he charged forward recklessly; this was his last lifeline to salvage his reputation, and he had to grasp it. Lorenzo noticed immediately. He took a step back to avoid being caught in the storm, but still warned, "Watch out!"

Lu Zhizhou noticed it too.

He did not back down. On the contrary, he took the initiative to attack with an even tougher stance, clenched his fists, took two big steps, and pounced on Matteo like a tiger descending a mountain. He even raised his fist and swung it fiercely first.

The fist tore through the air, producing a sharp, whistling sound.

"what!"

Matteo yelled, slammed on the brakes, and stumbled backward, desperately covering his face with his hands, pleading that his staggering steps would save him.

Haha!

The surrounding area erupted in laughter, with people bending over and laughing uproariously.

Matteo didn't feel the fist coming down for a long time before realizing his cowardice. His cheeks flushed red instantly, and he glanced at Malena inadvertently. He was so desperate that he wished he could crawl into a hole and shouted with spittle flying everywhere.

"Your beat-up car was just pure luck!"

Matteo looked in Malena's direction and growled through gritted teeth.

"The Vitale family is absolutely not going to lose to outsiders, let's have another match!"

Lu Zhizhou loosened his fist and patted off non-existent dust from his palm. "Old man, I told you, my appearance fee is very high, you can't afford it."

Ha ha! Hahaha!

The crowd erupted in laughter, jeering and jeers. Matteo's face turned from ashen to a deep purple, and he rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight everyone.

Lorenzo promptly reminded the two bodyguards in Italian.

The two bodyguards finally realized that if Matteo got into a fight and something happened, they would be the ones to take the blame.

In Rome, there are rules on the streets. When the Vitale family learned of what happened tonight, they wouldn't blame Lu Zhizhou, but only the impotent and furious Matteo and the bodyguards who failed to stop Matteo from continuing to embarrass himself. The two men quickly stepped forward to restrain Matteo and dragged him toward the Mustang Shelby that had become a mark of shame.

One bodyguard restrained Matteo, while another got into the driver's seat and drove off.

hoo hoo hoo!
The crowd erupted in cheers.

As the bustling crowd parted, Malena's red dress reappeared before them, her eyes showing a hint of shyness but also a resolute determination.

The onlookers started to jeer and chanted Malena's name.

Malena stepped forward slowly, her red dress swaying, her fingers lightly stroking the hem, a sly glint in her eyes, as she prepared to fulfill her bet.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zhizhou shifted his position slightly, cheek to cheek, his body heat brushing against her face like a gentle breeze, causing goosebumps to erupt all over her skin. Marlena almost forgot to breathe. Lu Zhizhou leaned close to Marlena's ear and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear amidst the cheers and jeers.

"I've said it before, you're not a trophy, and no one has the right to treat you as one."

After saying that, they quickly created some distance between themselves.

A cool night breeze rushed in, quickly filling the space between Lu Zhizhou and Malena.

Marlena stood there, stunned, goosebumps erupting all over her arms as she stared intently at Lu Zhizhou, her ears ringing with the pounding of his own heart.

Not far away, Samuel, who had been quietly watching this scene, let out a long breath, turned to his friend, and said, "Let's go, the match is over, I'll take you back to the hotel."

However, Todd stood still, looking at Lu Zhizhou with a somewhat absent-minded gaze, as if he was thinking about something.

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