Urban Medical Immortal Dad
Chapter 137: Comparing Vehicles_1

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Comparing Vehicles_1

Drink a toast? Call me "good brother"?

Anyone could hear the ill intent behind these words.

Luo Ning could no longer hold back at this moment, and she angrily rebuked Tian Ye, "You’re shameless! Despicable!"

"Mo Han, let’s not race him, let’s go!"

With that, she tried to leave with her husband and daughter.

However, Mo Han stopped, looked at his wife with confidence, and said, "Ning’er, why shouldn’t we take the money if someone is giving it away?"

Luo Ning shook her head, her face showing embarrassment, "But our car..."

"No worries! Trust me!" Mo Han said with a subtle smile, filled with endless confidence, as if he didn’t even bother to consider Tian Ye’s BMW 530 a threat.

It was a joke, a 4.0-liter twin-turbocharged Porsche with 550 horsepower—how could it possibly see a mere locally produced BMW 5 series with 252 horsepower as competition?

"Hey, Luo Ning, you’re here?"

While speaking, about a dozen people emerged from the hotel lobby, both men and women, Luo Ning’s high school classmates.

Luo Ning nodded and gave an awkward smile to them, "Sorry, my old classmates, I’m really sorry, I had a meal appointment here with a client, I really can’t join you for dinner."

The classmates were immediately disappointed, especially the male students, each sighing regretfully, as they had hoped to take advantage of the drinking to flirt with Luo Ning.

"Beauty Luo from school, don’t speak too soon, your husband has already agreed to race with me," said Tian Ye, fearing Luo Ning would run away, he blocked the way of Luo Ning and Mo Han, and chuckled, "It’s just right that everyone is here to witness for us."

"I’ll race Mister Mo in speed. If I lose, I’ll give him half a million to improve his life," Tian Ye announced.

"If Mister Mo loses, I’ll trouble Beauty Luo to join us all for a drink and to catch up, and also to accompany me for two ’toast’ drinks and to call me ’good brother’ a couple of times."

After he finished speaking, he added one more sentence, "And if anyone reneges and plays foul, their whole family to the crematorium!"

At these words, the male onlookers immediately cheered on, thinking that as long as Luo Ning drank, they would all get a chance, right?

And Tian Ye losing? Impossible!

How could a piece of junk worth a few tens of thousands compete with a BMW 5 series worth hundreds of thousands?

"Fine!"

Mo Han, undisturbed by the scoffing of the crowd, said indifferently, "How do we race?"

"Follow me!"

Tian Ye beckoned with a large wave of his hand, leading everyone to a closed-off road behind the hotel, and said, "From here to the construction sign at the intersection is exactly two kilometers. A round trip is four kilometers. We start at the same time, and whoever reaches the intersection first and turns back wins. What do you say?"

"Okay," Mo Han nodded, "I’ll go get my car."

"No problem!" Tian Ye couldn’t hide his excitement, lifting both hands in a ’V’ shape, as if he had already KO’ed Mo Han and secured the victory.

Two minutes later, the carmine red "Porschetai" and the silver-gray BMW 530 lined up at the starting point of the road.

Xiong Jinlong served as the temporary referee, raising both hands and counting down, "Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"

With a "vroom,"

Tian Ye, who had already engaged sport mode, floored the accelerator, and his car took off like an arrow leaving the bow.

In contrast, Mo Han remained motionless and even rolled down his window.

The crowd immediately burst into a buzz of speculation.

"Damn, what is this guy doing? Why isn’t he pressing the gas? Has his brain short-circuited?"

"I see what’s happening. Luo Ning’s husband is crafty. He’s purposely not driving, so if he loses, he can say the car broke down."

"What can be done? Tian Ye is driving a BMW, and Luo Ning’s husband is driving an imitation car. How can he win?"

Luo Ning also became anxious, "Mo Han, what are you doing? Do you really want me to drink a toast with Tian Ye?"

"Don’t rush, let him run for a while."

Mo Han calmly smiled, still not revving the engine.

As Tian Ye’s car reached halfway, Mo Han’s eyes suddenly widened, he turned off ESP and the air conditioning, switched on Sport+ mode, and pressed both the accelerator and brake simultaneously.

Instantly, the tachometer quickly climbed to 2000 rpm, then rocketed to 3000 rpm.

Mo Han released the brake, the front of the car lifted, and with a roar, the carmine red car shot out like a bullet from a gun.

At that moment, Tian Ye was reveling in self-satisfaction; an imitation car was just that, an imitation, not even starting yet.

Suddenly!

A brash roar pierced the night, and Tian Ye glanced instinctively to his right side.

In a flash, a red shadow dashed past, hugging the BMW as it sprinted, and in the blink of an eye, it had completely overtaken the BMW.

There was no second car here, so that meant the red shadow...

"What!!!"

Tian Ye was shocked, flooring the accelerator and beginning a desperate sprint.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t catch up.

The most ironic thing was that when he was about two hundred meters away from the construction sign, the red SUV had already turned back, and the two cars met head-on.

In the blink of an eye, Mo Han had returned to the starting point with his car.

All the classmates were dumbfounded.

What the hell? Mo Han won?

The imitation Porschetai beat a BMW?

It took a full two minutes before Tian Ye returned, only to see Mo Han had already gotten out of the car, and his whole person was on the verge of collapse.

He lost, lost inexplicably, lost without a clue.

Why?

Why did my BMW 530, worth over four hundred fifty thousand, lose to an imitation Porschetai?

Not just Tian Ye, but Xiong Jinlong, who had just boasted that he would perform a bird trick if Mo Han won, also collapsed, twitching at the corners of his mouth and pointing at Mo Han’s car:

"Impossible! Impossible!"

"This... this car must have been modified! Definitely modified!"