Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Yang Fei sighed on the side, thinking that the aristocrats of the Greenworth Empire only considered car racing as a social game.

If real race car drivers saw this scene, they would probably be fuming with anger.

In comparison, some of the street racers back home were much more genuine than these guys.

Watching Stina pacing anxiously, Yang Fei chuckled and went over.

"Boss, if you double my bonus for this month, I can ensure Prince George wins."

"You?"

Stina looked Yang Fei up and down, her eyes full of doubt.

"Are you sure? You're just an engineer, not a racer."

Yang Fei chuckled and turned to leave.

"If you don't believe me, just forget it. Pretend I didn't say anything."

Stina was suddenly anxious when she saw this.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's the rush?"

"If you really can guarantee Prince George's win, not just double, making it ten times is fine. What are you planning to do?"

Yang Fei shook his hand mysteriously: "You don't need to worry about this."

With that, he sprinted towards Eagle Mountain.

Prince George, being pampered and delicate, nevertheless risked it all in the race.

However, such a dangerous game was still quite a challenge for this privileged prince.

As he watched car after car mercilessly overtake him, Prince George was so anxious that cold sweat dotted his forehead.

He could almost imagine everyone laughing at him after losing the race.

Suddenly, there was a slender figure at the fourth bend of the winding mountain road.

Prince George saw it was that genius engineer, Jack.

His car slowed down, and he opened the door, as Yang Fei nimbly jumped in like a cat.

A few seconds later, the Ferrari roared back to life.

The Ferrari engine roared, its tires squealed against the ground.

The car, like a bolt of lightning, dashed forward.

At the foot of the mountain, a group of aristocrats were chatting and laughing.

Though they didn't dare openly discuss Prince George's awkward driving skills, many were whispering and giggling, accompanied by strange laughs.

"Wow, Prince George's skills are amazing, at least ten times faster than a turtle."

"What do you know? Prince George is professional at racing. Look at his Porsche, it's almost been modified into a spaceship. But as for his skills, cough cough..."

"Shh, don't discuss Prince George, do you have a death wish?"

...

As everyone watched in both humor and ridicule at George's No. 9 Ferrari.

That car suddenly seemed like it was on steroids and started to speed up crazily.

Just saw the No. 9 Ferrari beautifully drift, quickly catching up to the car in front, then on the straight path, racing ahead and overtaking two cars consecutively.

Finally, the No. 9 Ferrari took the inner line on a bend and overtook another car.

The speed of the No. 9 Ferrari not only didn't slow down but instead charged forward more violently.

In the infrared telescopes of the crowd, that car appeared like a flying raven.

This really made everyone's eyeballs almost pop out, since when did George's driving skills become so fierce?

In fact, George's car handling had already become a joke to everyone.

This prince, who cherished his little life, had driven a top world-class race car, yet his speed never exceeded 200 mph.

He was constantly modifying his beloved car, yet his driving skills showed no improvement, and everyone laughed about it.

However, right now, the No. 9 Ferrari race car had already surpassed 250 mph, and was still accelerating.

Stina held a night vision binoculars, staring dumbfounded at her Ferrari race car.

She knew George's abilities, even if you beat George, he couldn't possibly be this fierce.

This prince, who had been pampered since childhood, absolutely couldn't unleash such terrifying speed.

Such a speed had already come very close to that of a world-class racer.

And in such a dangerous track, even a world-class racer wouldn't dare to race so recklessly.

"Could it be him?"

Unconsciously, Stina thought of the gentleman-like Jack.

She couldn't imagine, hidden within Jeswen's calm figure, there lay such a fierce and wild soul.

It's too terrifying!

Right now, the No. 9 Ferrari, like a flash of lightning, had overtaken five cars.

And the Ferrari's speed had rocketed from 180 mph to 270 mph.

Inside the Ferrari, Yang Fei controlled the steering wheel with one hand, calm and composed.

This guy didn't even bother to put on a seatbelt.

Inside the race car, George was squeezed into the narrow space with him, scared out of his wits.

George had practically fastened all the possible seatbelts on himself.

Tears and snot running down, his body curled tightly to one side, his eyes shut firmly, his face full of despair.

Yang Fei leisurely made a sharp turn, the car's half wheels almost lifted off.

Feeling that rocket-like speed, George could no longer bear it and screamed in terror.

"Calm down, what are you panicking about?"

Yang Fei chuckled, seized the straight road, sped up, and overtook another car.

He even had leisure to pat George on the shoulder.

"Your Highness, would you mind lighting a cigarette for me?"

"What, you still want to smoke?"

George simply couldn't understand this monster, angrily and fearfully looking at Yang Fei.

"You better be clear, I'm the future ruler of the Greenworth Empire, I can't die here."

Yang Fei was too lazy to bother with his blabbering, simply pulling out a cigarette and lighting it himself.

He took a long drag: "Relax, this is the slowest I've gone."

George collapsed instantly, fainting cleanly.

About two minutes later, Yang Fei had caught up to the leader Kahn.

Kahn had long noticed the Ferrari speeding lightning fast behind him, sucking in a deep breath and pushing forward.

However, this fellow's driving skills, in Yang Fei's view, were just child's play.

Seizing upon a sharp turn, he sliced past Kahn like a cold flash of light.

Kahn slapped the steering wheel helplessly watching the Ferrari zoom past him at an unimaginable speed.

Kahn murmured: "Apparently, George isn't as incompetent as Father imagined."

"This person really keeps a low profile, utterly terrifying."

With about two kilometers left to the finish line, Yang Fei woke George.

"Your Royal Highness, we've won, now it's up to you."

George opened his bewildered eyes, glanced at the timer in the race car, nearly jumping out in shock.

"Five minutes and twenty seconds, you actually completed the Eagle Mountain Circuit, my God, you Devil!"

Yang Fei grinned, casually put out his cigarette butt and patted him on the shoulder.

"Drive well, don't let others notice anything amiss."

With that, he slowly stopped the car, then hopped out.

The dazed George restarted the car, reducing the speed to 180 mph, heading towards the finish line.