Chapter 575: 505 took off a vest, No.1! [2 updates] Chapter 575: 505 took off a vest, No.1! [2 updates] At this moment, the race car’s speed had reached its peak–
380 km/h!

Xiu Yu sat in the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel so tight she felt she was about to take flight.

The sound of the wind was loud, pouring into her ears, but Ying Zijin’s calm commands continued to reach her one after another.

Turn left.

Turn right.

Maintain center lane.

Shift to 6th gear for a long left turn, jump.

“Buzz–!”

So, while the other race cars maintained their original speed or slowed down just a bit, everyone watched the blue race car, with the force of obliterating decay, speeding past that deadly curve.

It was this deadly curve that had dramatically closed a two-hundred-meter distance.

[Holy shit, what kind of immortal drifting turn is this, am I blind, how did the car get through?]
[Am I watching a rally race? You dare to drive like this in rally racing???]
[Is this the difference between a pro and a normie like me, trembling fingers.jpg]
“…”

The audience at the venue watching the live broadcast on the big screen were all dumbfounded.

This aggressive driving style is not suitable for rally racing but rather for short distance car racing.

Especially important to note is that the driver of car number eleven is a female race car driver.

Female race car drivers naturally have less physical strength than their male counterparts. Five hours had passed since the start of the race at this point.

Driving continuously for such a long time, not to mention being completely exhausted, would have greatly depleted her energy.

But even under such circumstances, Xiu Yu’s speed did not decrease but increased.

Patriarch Manson also watched with blood pumping, unable to help but let out a cheer.

It took him quite some time to regain his composure before he once again ordered his butler, “Find out who car number eleven’s navigator is.”

In rally racing, a race car driver’s strength is essential.

But a strong navigator can make the driver perform beyond their normal capacity, even several times their usual ability.

Patriarch Manson had been watching car racing long enough to recognize this.

The butler nodded, “Yes, Patriarch. Once they’ve arrived at the finish line, we’ll send someone over.”

**
The final stretch of the race was the longest, a total of 200 kilometers, and it was the crucial stage where distance and time were decisively pulled apart.

After almost six hours, even Yun Shan was tired from watching.

But his nerves were still tense, quite excited, “Young master, this first place should be without a doubt.”

Yun Shan had finally found something that could stimulate Yun Wu.

He immediately took out his phone and sent a message
[Little brother, I get to watch Miss Ying race live while you’re stuck in the hospital, guess you just can’t compare, huh?]
A minute later, Yun Wu responded sluggishly.

[Sister Xie said she’d speak well of me to Miss Ying, I’ll get some good stuff ^_^]
Yun Shan: “…”

Fuck.

He angrily tossed his phone aside.

Fu Yunshen was also looking at the big screen.

The screen was divided into nine sections, each corresponding to the race car drivers ranked in the top nine.

Right now, Xiu Yu and Ying Zijin ranked third, closely chasing the second place.

The big screen could only show the cars, and the people inside were not visible.

But Fu Yunshen’s gaze remained on the side where the co-pilot was, his peach blossom eyes soft and tender, their color affectionate like water.

At this moment, the ringtone of a cellphone rang urgently.

Fu Yunshen’s eyes flickered.

Qin Lingyan was not fond of making phone calls, as he usually hacked directly into the system.

He answered, “Baby Face, what’s up?”

“Old Fu, is my sister with you guys?” Qin Lingyan didn’t fuss over the nickname this time, his voice carrying a hint of urgency, “You’re in the Manson family’s territory right now, aren’t you?”

Fu Yunshen’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, “Mhm.”

“I thought so, tell Sister to talk to her, tell her not to be rash.” Qin Lingyan took a deep breath, “Don’t let her go to the Manson family alone, her wounds haven’t healed yet, she’s no match for the Manson family’s elders and mercenaries.”

Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, “Your sister, is she Moon?”

The third on the NOK assassin rankings, Moon.

Code name: Moon.

Because she only appeared at night, that’s how she got the name.

“That’s not important.” Qin Lingyan was clearly agitated, “I thought she really went into showbiz to become a star, but she was still fixated on this. She lied to me about coming to O continent for a variety show. I bet she is planning to go to the Manson family again.”

Initially, he had indeed been unaware of which hunter from the assassin rankings Qin Lingyu was because his NOK account rank wasn’t high enough to access information about those ranked in the top five.

Fu Yunshen tapped his finger on the chair rest, remaining silent.

He knew that the Manson family had been pursuing the assassin ranked third, Moon, but had never been able to find her.

In fact, Qin Lingyu had quite a few fans in O continent, especially among the younger crowd, fully operating right under the Manson family’s watch.

The Manson family completely ignored her.

Even the think tank of the Manson family couldn’t guess that Qin Lingyu is now a top-tier superstar, especially after Qin Lingyan had erased ninety percent of the clues to Qin Lingyu’s whereabouts.

“Good,” Fu Yunshen’s eyes deepened, “I’ll have Yaoyao talk to her.”

“I’m already on the plane,” Qin Lingyan emphasized again, “I’ll be there soon. Keep her steady, you must keep her steady.”

He murmured resentfully, “This girl never listens to me. I wonder who she takes after, she’s driving me mad.”

Fu Yunshen ended the call and looked at the phone thoughtfully.

Yun Shan had overheard, “Young Master, what about Moon?”

“That’s Yaoyao’s friend, Qin Lingyu,” Fu Yunshen said indifferently, “Ranked third on the assassin’s list, codename Moon.”

Yun Shan looked as if he had been struck by lightning, his face blank: “…”

So, it turns out he was the only poor thing?

Big shots indeed only play with other big shots.

**
The starting point of the rally race is also the finish line.

The racers complete a lap and return to the starting point.

The viewers on-site shifted their gaze from the screens to the race track.

In the distance, a blue car’s silhouette flickered into view, cutting through the thick fog at a swift pace.

At that moment, the roaring sound thundered towards them, piercingly loud to the point of causing earaches.

“Swoosh–!”

The blue car, still gaining speed, crossed the finish line decisively.

On the timing screen, the results refreshed at the same moment.

No.1: Xiu Yu, Xiu Family Racing Team, 6h12min23s
But the spectators didn’t turn their attention to the time display; their eyes followed the blue car instead.

The next second, under Xiu Yu’s control, the race car executed a beautiful spin and came to a stable stop on the track.

The crowd went wild.

People were shouting.

“Number eleven!”

“King of Racing! King of Racing!”

As the engine turned off, Xiu Yu removed her helmet and took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air.

She leaned back exhaustedly in the seat, letting her nerves relax. At that moment, she lacked the strength to do anything else but still yelled out, “Thrilling!”

She had never experienced such an exhilarating race.

Every minute, every second, it felt like competing with Death itself.

Xiu Yu lay on the car for a good while to rest before she realized that the girl still had her helmet on, “Daddy Ying, aren’t you going to take off your helmet? Isn’t it stuffy?”

Ying Zijin gave her a sidelong glance, “With my Ancient Martial Cultivation, this little stuffiness is nothing.”

Xiu Yu: “…”

Fine, then.

Although she was capable of refining Ancient Martial Arts now, she wasn’t particularly interested in that area.

After Xiu Yu had rested enough, Ying Zijin finally opened the car door and stepped out.

A “whoosh” followed, and many cameras turned toward her, including the biggest one.

But since Ying Zijin didn’t remove her helmet and only her phoenix eyes were visible:
[??? You guys are shooting loneliness]
[I want to see the face!]
The photography staff: “…”

They were already pitiful.

And it wasn’t until eight minutes later that the second car finally crossed the finish line.

The large screen scrolled again, displaying the second place’s time.

No.2: Meng De, XS Racing Team, 6h20min45s
“…”

Dead silence fell over the venue.

The gap between the first and second place was a full eight minutes.

This had never happened before in any of the races hosted by the Manson family.

In the VIP seats, the mercenaries of the XS team all had dark expressions.

Although they still got second place, the reward for second was nothing compared to the bounty for first.

What was supposed to be theirs was now gone. How could they tolerate this?

But the gap was indeed too significant.

A few minutes later, the rest of the cars also arrived.

The second car came to a stop as well, its door opened, and a young man with dark brown hair stepped out.

This was the lead racer for the XS team, Meng De.

Photographers and reporters were also beside him.

Meng De, with a cold face, pushed past the photographers and directly snatched a microphone from a reporter.

“I want to ask the racer of car number eleven and your navigator–” Under the gaze of the public, Meng De aggressively removed his helmet and smashed it hard on the ground, his eyes coldly fixated on Ying Zijin and Xiu Yu as he sneered, “How does it feel to play a rigged race, use forbidden medicine, and defy the fairness and integrity of the competition, huh?”