The car is going very fast, please bear with it.

"See you later."

"be safe."

"Hey, after the next match, if the timing works out, we'll come to the Isle of Man to cheer you on."

"Haha, coming to the Isle of Man is fine, but waving flags and shouting slogans is out of the question. We know we're not going to win the championship. We can only say that we're fulfilling our dream and participating is the most important thing."

"You can't say that. You still have to have dreams; what if they come true by accident?"

Under the rising sun, the two waved goodbye.

Two days later, Liu Jun and An Ning also embarked on their journey to Tianmen Mountain.

"What are our chances of winning the million-dollar prize this time?" Anning asked with great interest during the journey.

Liu Jun shook his head and said, "It's hard to say."

"Drifting isn't my forte, and we have no idea who the top drifters in China are, or who the Tianmen Mountain circuit invited."

"I'm just going to broaden my horizons, have some fun, and maybe learn some skills along the way."

An Ning laughed out loud: "Just two days ago you were advising people to have dreams."

Liu Jun said seriously, "There's nothing wrong with that. That's how you say things. But when it comes to yourself, you have to be realistic."

"That makes perfect sense."

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"Is this the Tianmen Mountain range?"

Looking at the seemingly endless Tianmen Mountain in the distance, An Ning exclaimed in amazement, "It's so much more magnificent than the mountains of our Southwest F4!"

"Completely different styles."

"It's a pity it's not winter; I heard it's even more beautiful in winter."

Liu Jun: "Drifting on roads like this in winter is like not knowing what death means."

Anning punched the guy.

Liu Jun grinned.

The Tianmen Mountain racecourse is now fully completed, and the organizers have put a lot of effort into this Tianmen Mountain Invitational Tournament. Even before arriving at the venue, you can see flags, banners, slogans, and other decorations everywhere.

The Ninety-Nine Turns stretch upwards, like a giant python coiling around the entire mountain peak, thrilling and exciting!

After the two arrived and registered, they were quickly assigned accommodations and given numbers.

"Number 89?"

"There should be more people coming later. It seems they've invited quite a few people; they've really made a big fuss."

An Ning looked around and said, "Wow, there are so many people."

"It's quite lively."

"You'll have to step up your game then. Whether you win the championship or not is one thing, but it'll be embarrassing if you run too slowly."

Liu Jun patted his chest: "Don't worry, it'll be at least average, but it won't be at the bottom."

He was still confident about that.

Meanwhile, the people chatting in the parking lot were quite surprised to see staff carrying buckets to clean a dusty Panda car and even putting a number on it.

"No, a panda? It's here to compete too?"

"Are you kidding me? How can this piece of junk even float?"

"You can't say that. It can still float, it's just the speed and the visual appeal... tsk!"

"Does he think he's '86?"

"Is there such a person in our circle? Never heard of them, have you?"

Someone checked on their phone: "I've never heard of him before, but he's not one of us. General Big Monster and Corporal Little Monster are newcomers to the rally racing world."

"I participated in three second-tier league races in three months. In the first race, my steering wheel broke, which resulted in a runner-up finish. In the second and third races, I won the championship, even with T1 drivers participating."

Everyone was shocked and incredulous: "This Panda?!"

"This is the Panda."

"It's been getting a lot of buzz in the rally racing world lately; you can easily find out with a simple search."

Upon hearing this, many people took out their phones to search.

A moment later, they exclaimed in surprise, "It really is!"

"I think I've heard of this Panda before."

"All I can say is, this modification... why modify it to a panda?!"

"By the way, can rally drivers drift? Why invite him? They're not even in the same circle."

"They're already popular, and they'll even do live streams themselves. Won't that generate even more buzz? Plus, they can create some hype along the way. Isn't that great? Do you think the track owner is brainless? Panda also needs hype, so it's a perfect match, isn't it?"

"Damn it, making money is one thing, but isn't this just deliberately trying to annoy people? Our drifting community's grand event, what's the point of turning it into a rally race?"

Many people expressed their dissatisfaction.

"We need to teach him a lesson."

"The panda wants attention? Sure, if it gets tortured like a dog, it'll definitely get attention."

"Hey, what do you mean?"

The group exchanged glances and most of them laughed.

How so?

Of course, the truth will be revealed under the wheels!

However, some people were still angry and led a group to find Liu Jun and An Ning, who were eating at the restaurant.

boom!

He slammed his hand on the table, causing the stainless steel surface to vibrate and some plates to fly off the table.

Liu Jun put down his chopsticks, grabbed An Ning who was about to start a fight, stood up, and said, "Are you crazy?"

"So, you're the Great Strange General, aren't you?"

The opposing leader, bald and with dragon and phoenix tattoos on his arms, said, "What are you, a rally driver, doing getting involved in a drift race? Huh?"

"none of your business?"

Liu Jun immediately understood the general reason; in the end, it was still about those things in the entertainment circle.

These kinds of troubles are unavoidable everywhere.

He immediately retorted, "Besides, who are you?"

The bald man laughed angrily: "Me? Zhou Xiong, the King of Daqingshan!"

Liu Jun shrugged: "Oh~ Daqingshan Piao Wang, sorry, never heard of him."

"So what? I was invited by the organizers. Go ahead and get them to disqualify me!"

Zhou Xiong sneered, "Stop with the sarcastic remarks. I may not have the power to get the organizers to disqualify you, but do you know how to drift? Do you even know what drifting is?"

"Aren't you afraid of performing poorly and being negatively impacted by the lack of traffic if you force yourself to do it just for the sake of getting views?"

Liu Jun immediately retorted, "None of your business."

"Is there anything else? If not, don't disturb my meal."

"Okay, okay!"

Zhou Xiong laughed angrily: "Pretty arrogant, huh! Do you dare to have a match?"

"The loser leaves behind the car emblem."

Clang!

Sudden.

A sharp, metallic clang drew everyone's attention.

Turning around, I realized that a large board had fallen from somewhere behind Anning.

An Ning silently bent down and picked it up: "Sorry to bother you."

"But as a car mechanic, it's perfectly reasonable for me to carry a wrench with me, isn't it?"

Zhou Xiong and the others' expressions changed slightly.

"What are you doing?!"

"This is a society governed by the rule of law!"

"So this is a society governed by the rule of law, huh?" An Ning said with a forced smile. "You all came swarming over here, and you, the leader of this organization, look so fierce and have all those tattoos. I thought you were a gangster."

Zhou Xiong was dumbfounded: "What do you mean by 'organizational leadership'?"

This is like trying to dig a hole in your own head!

Organizing and leading organized crime activities?

This is a serious crime that will land you in jail!

"What's the use of telling me? Why don't I call the police and let them talk to you?"

Zhou Xiong and the others immediately chickened out.

They may not be gangsters, but if the police come, they'll all be taken in for questioning... What a hassle!

Zhou Xiong: "We're all from the racing circle, can't we solve this using methods that work within the circle?"

Liu Jun: "Oh, so now we're in the same circle again?"