Let you be a great man, not a scumbag

Chapter 1756 Absolute Trajectory.

This wasn't the first time Jiang Churan had heard Shen Shuang and Xu Yan say these words.

Jiang Churan glanced at Xu Yan and then looked at Shen Shuang.

"As for being a mistress, I think Yan Yan is a good fit, but Shuang Shuang, you might be a bit..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Shuang was stunned for a moment, then pouted and pinched Jiang Churan's slender waist: "Ranran, I've noticed that you've become bad since you got together with Jiang Cheng."

Seeing that the match was about to begin, Jiang Churan chuckled twice.

"Hey, stop fooling around. Anyway, this isn't something I can decide. It depends on Jiang Cheng. Anyway, good luck to you two!"

Her words were half-joking and half-serious, her eyes clear, filled with trust in Jiang Cheng, as well as her own confidence and composure.

Shen Shuang and Xu Yan both sensed the open-mindedness in her words. The three of them smiled at each other, and the subtle tension they had felt earlier because of Han Anning dissipated considerably.

After joking and teasing each other, they stopped smiling and focused their attention on the competition.

Just as Jiang Cheng was about to step on the gas and start preparing for the race, the system suddenly beeped.

"Ding! The host is being faced with a malicious extreme racing challenge, and the opponent has a high-risk driving tendency. Special situational skill now issued—[Absolute Track]!"

[Absolute Trajectory]: In high-speed competitive conditions, the host will gain dynamic visual and spatial deconstruction abilities that surpass common sense.

The optimal driving route for yourself and surrounding vehicles will appear in real time (displayed as a semi-transparent blue light band).

And the predicted trajectories of all potentially dangerous actions of the opponent's vehicles (shown as red warning trajectories).

With this "visual cheat", the host can anticipate crises and precisely execute theoretically possible extreme operations to perfectly avoid all dangers, while also maximizing the performance of their vehicle to 120%.

(Skill Additional Notes: In this state, vehicle stability, tire grip, and inertial control will be temporarily enhanced by the system, ensuring that the host can perform actions that are theoretically feasible but practically impossible.)

As soon as the notification tone ended, a cool sensation instantly flooded Jiang Cheng's eyes and brain.

The Night's Voice's V16 quad-turbocharged engine roared with a deep and terrifying sound, like a prehistoric beast awakening. Its black body transformed into an arrow, shooting towards the track.

It rivals Jerry's Porsche 918.

Jiang Cheng turned to look at Jerry and instantly noticed a clear, bluish-tinged optimal driving line appearing on his visual interface.

Several red dotted lines, representing potential dangerous maneuvers by Jerry such as cutting off other vehicles or squeezing through traffic, are flashing in different locations, like a crisis warning in a game.

"So, it can be done like this."

In that instant, Jiang Cheng could only describe the system with two simple and direct words: Awesome!

With a cheat like this, how could Jiang Cheng possibly lose?

As the car navigated a bend, Jerry noticed that Jiang Cheng's driving skills were actually much more stable than Fu Yang's.

Even drifting around corners is no problem for them.

He can keep up with Jiang Cheng now, but if he's not careful, he might be left behind by Jiang Cheng at the next bend.

The thought of losing and having to drive his Porsche 911 into a wall instantly brought a ruthless glint to his eyes.

Sure enough, he didn't give up. At the same U-turn, he used the same trick again, suddenly veering towards the inside!

Upon seeing this, shouts of alarm rang out from the sidelines: "Watch out!"

Everyone thought the tragedy was about to repeat itself.

However, Jiang Cheng's eyes remained completely unmoved.

Just as the Porsche was about to crash into it, the Night Voice, with a near-teleportation-like tiny displacement that defies the laws of physics, not only perfectly avoided the collision, but its powerful exhaust airflow even caused the Porsche 911 to instantly lose control, spin in place, and come to a stop just missing the guardrail!

The voice of the night, however, followed by a fleeting afterimage, gracefully and violently rushing across the finish line.

Jiang Cheng won, and it was an absolute technical victory.

Jiang Cheng didn't stop at the finish line. Instead, he turned the car around and slowly drove back to Jerry, who was still in shock.

Jerry had just gotten out of the car, his legs still weak. He pointed at Jiang Cheng and angrily cursed him in Chinese mixed with English.

"Fuck! You! You're insane! Were you trying to kill me?!"

Jiang Cheng rolled down the car window, looking at him as if he were an ant.

"You lost the bet."

"Fuck your bet!" Jerry roared, his temper completely flaring. "Do you know who I am? You dare touch me? Let me tell you, this isn't over! I'll make you pay! I'll make your China pay for your actions! I'm going to the embassy, ​​I'll make you pay internationally..."

Jiang Cheng was not Fu Yang. Upon hearing this, he turned the steering wheel around and aimed the car at Jerry, then stepped on the gas.

The dull roar of the accelerator filled the air, and Jerry's expression changed instantly.

There was a thump in my heart.

What does it mean? ?

I hope I haven't encountered a madman.

"What...what do you want to do..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Voice of the Night was already approaching him.

The Voice of the Night's V16 engine let out a deep, muffled roar.

The black car body, like a cheetah pouncing in the dark, suddenly rushed towards the direction where Jerry was standing!

The car wasn't actually going extremely fast, but its unstoppable, domineering momentum, as if it wanted to crush everything in its path, terrified Jerry.

His previously composed face instantly contorted, and he screamed, no longer caring about his image, desperately trying to dodge to the side.

With a "thud," he fell to the ground in a disheveled state, rolling twice due to inertia.

And just a little behind where he had just been standing.

The Voice of the Night brakes with a precision down to the millimeter.

With a sharp screech, it came to a steady stop, without even scratching the Porsche 911's paint.

After the initial shock, Jerry felt an uncontrollable heat and wetness spreading through his crotch.

He was so terrified by this sudden death threat that he wet himself!

Jiang Cheng didn't even get out of the car. He casually rested his hand on the windowsill, looking down at Jerry, who was sprawled in urine and looked pale as a ghost.

“Now,” he said, his voice laced with a cold mockery, “do you still dare to bark?”