Speed ​​God

Chapter 3 Calm and Composed
Haha, hahaha.

Matteo's laughter was unrestrained as he waved to the crowd. "I didn't expect him to really be a child, so tiny. What are you going to do? Your little beat-up car can't even see my taillights. Don't cry later."

Not only Matteo, but other onlookers also showed expressions of astonishment. The Ford Mustang Shelby was already shocking enough, but they didn't expect that something even more shocking was yet to come—

Mini Cooper?

Is this competition even necessary?
The crowd stirred, and everyone pulled out their phones to make calls or send text messages to quickly change their bets.

Originally, the onlookers thought that Matteo, that good-for-nothing, might have met his match. They were very happy to see the arrogant Matteo, who was stirring up trouble everywhere, suffer a setback and make some extra money in the process.

But now it seems that things might be a little different from the expected exciting story; their money doesn't come from thin air.

Marlena's heart clenched, and she couldn't help but worry for Lu Zhizhou. Her eyes were fixed on the navy blue Mini Cooper, and despite the dim light, she quickly noticed the difference.

Mini Coopers may be small in size, but they are by no means ordinary.

The engine sound... Marlena tilted her head slightly to catch it. Although it wasn't as deafening as the GT350's roar, it had a penetrating power that cut through the air at high speed, as crisp and clean as a dagger, tearing through the thick night.

Malena isn't a driver, but she does enjoy racing, and not just for fun.

Marlena squinted and examined the car closely. She was almost certain that the car was not original. It might not be able to compete with the Mustang Shel on straightaways, but it would be a different story on curves. In the narrow streets and alleys of Rome, the Mini Cooper would actually have some advantages.

Just like in the movie "The Italian Job".

Clearly, not everyone possesses such meticulousness and patience.

The onlookers whispered amongst themselves, their mockery and ridicule mingling as the initial excitement gradually subsided, eventually turning into a burst of laughter.

In racing, the race comes first, then the driver. If the car isn't good enough, even if the legendary Ayrton Senna were reborn, it wouldn't matter. Only when the hardware is at a similar level can the driver perform at 100% or even 120% of their potential, adding suspense to the outcome. Otherwise, it's all for nothing.

Without a doubt, the Mini Cooper and the Mustang Shelby are not in the same league. The race hasn't even started yet, but the spectators at the scene seem to have already been spoiled for sure.

Lu Zhizhou slowly parked the Mini Cooper next to the Mustang Shelby, like a kitten curled up next to a lion, which further accentuated the Mustang Shelby's muscular lines. Envious and admiring gazes lingered on Matteo's car.

Matteo puffed out his chest triumphantly, looking as if he were about to burst the sky.

Lu Zhizhou didn't deliberately show off his skills. He lightly pressed the accelerator, and the Mini Cooper glided forward as if skimming the ground. He glanced at the dashboard, a slight smile playing on his lips. Everything was perfectly under his control, every single detail calculated and orchestrated.

The entire vehicle looked as if it were glued to the ground, ready to launch at any moment.

The car door opened, and a pair of long legs came into view first. The black leather jacket was unzipped, the white T-shirt fluttered in the wind, the hair was slightly messy, and the expression was calm, without panic or tension. The light steps were unhurried, as if he had just come for a night run, and the competition in front of him had nothing to do with him.

Matteo couldn't hold back any longer, "You're here to deliver food in this beat-up little car, right? Wait, wait, let me see if I have any coins on me for a tip, hahaha."

Lu Zhizhou ignored him and turned to look at Lorenzo, "Do Italians always talk so much nonsense?"

Lorenzo straightened his back. "I strongly protest! One rotten apple doesn't represent the whole barrel."

Matteo: ? ? ?

Lu Zhizhou glanced back at his car, his finger swiping lightly as if confirming something. He then turned to Lorenzo, raising his chin. "You didn't have dinner after the match; were you busy with this?"

The owner of this Mini Cooper is actually Lorenzo.

Lu Zhizhou came to Rome alone to participate in the race. Earlier tonight, in the underground racing, Lorenzo was driving his GTR, while Lu Zhizhou was driving this mini Cooper—

The Mini Cooper perfectly matches Lorenzo's personality: low-key and unassuming, while the GTR seems too flamboyant.

As soon as Lu Zhizhou got behind the wheel, he immediately noticed the difference. The accelerator pedal ratio must have been adjusted; it was now much more sensitive. Lorenzo's eyes lit up with surprise. He hadn't expected Lu Zhizhou to be so perceptive. "Since you've suggested modifications, of course we must make them immediately. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of your ten-hour flight from Shanghai?"

Matteo was ready to give a good rant about the Mini Cooper, wondering if they were really going to try and beat his Mustang Shelby with it. But Lu Zhizhou and Lorenzo were completely ignoring him, and he didn't know how to get a word in edgewise. It was so frustrating!

So, he should be under the car?

"This kid is interesting."

Todd and Samuel stood at the back of the crowd, neither approaching nor stepping out of line, quietly concealing themselves. Everyone's attention was focused on the size difference between the Mustang Shelby and Mini Cooper, so much so that no one noticed them at all.

They looked over just like everyone else. Samuel, with his hands in his trench coat pockets, couldn't help but become interested, and his gaze fell on the baby-faced man.

Todd stroked his chin with interest. "Did you notice the child's eyes?"

Calm, composed, and collected, he was reminded of Michael Schumacher.

Samuel: "Nothing."

Todd nodded. "Yes, there's nothing at all. Either they're completely oblivious to what happened, or..."

With confidence.

Todd didn't say it aloud, but he and Samuel exchanged a glance, both showing a hint of interest.

Indeed, Todd could tell that the Mini Cooper wasn't a stock car, but the problem was that the Mustang Shelby GT350 had a significant hardware advantage.

Moreover, Rome's streets and alleys are intricate and complex, posing a severe test to the driver's agility, reaction, and adaptability. Even experienced drivers need to be extremely careful when driving here. Matteo, a native of Rome, has a natural advantage. His baby face makes him look like an inexperienced young man. The balance of the race has been seriously tilted.

Todd couldn't help but wonder how the baby-faced man could turn the whole situation upside down.

The next second, a loudspeaker blared from the center of the square: "Contestants, take your positions! The competition is about to begin. Three-minute countdown!"

Cheers erupted again, creating a lively atmosphere as everyone eagerly anticipated witnessing the GT350's performance and began discussing what might happen next.

For example, how many corners does the GT350 need to completely outrun the Mini Cooper?

For example, by how much distance can the GT350 ultimately beat the Mini Cooper?

Both cars stopped smoothly, with the Mustang Shelby on the outside and the Mini Cooper on the inside. The entire racing line was a counter-clockwise circle, which gave Lu Zhizhou a certain starting advantage.

But this is just the beginning. After all, everyone is talking about the horsepower of the Mustang Shelby, which could easily pull ahead in the early stages.

Lorenzo leaned against the driver's side window, checking one last time, "Did you remember the route?"

Lu Zhizhou fastened his seatbelt without looking up. "Got it."

Lorenzo: "Then I won't remind you that the other side is rear-wheel drive and has 500 horsepower."

Lu Zhizhou, "Do you need to remind us again that we're kittens?"

Lorenzo chuckled, looked around, and lowered his voice, "Buddy, do you know how many people bet on you losing tonight?"

Lu Zhizhou smiled slightly. "Looks like we can make a fortune."

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