Chapter 152: Extraction, God of Drivers

"What?" Lu Ran could not help being slightly stunned, looking at Ye Wenze and asking, "What did you say?"

Although Lu Ran had considerable confidence in his own street racing skills, he would never use Chen Feng's body to make a wager. In his heart, he held Chen Feng in the utmost respect; how could he possibly gamble with Chen Feng's hands and feet?

"I said, let's make a bet. We'll have a race. If I win, you break this kid's limbs. If I lose, I'll break..."

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Before Ye Wenze could finish his sentence, a series of hair-raising, bone-fracturing sounds echoed through the air, immediately followed by An Qiye's shrill, agonizing screams. Ye Wenze jerked his head around to see that An Qiye's limbs had already been completely snapped by Chen Feng.

Casually tossing An Qiye aside, Chen Feng looked at Ye Wenze with a faint smile: "What were you saying just now?"

"You?" Ye Wenze's expression changed wildly in an instant. He stared at Chen Feng and said coldly, "Chen Feng, you've got a lot of nerve!"

"Ye Wenze!" Chen Feng gently licked his lips, staring unhurriedly at Ye Wenze. "If you want to make a bet, why bother wagering An Qiye's hands and feet? I think it would be better this way: you and I have a race, wagering your own four limbs against mine. How about it?"

Ye Wenze's pupils contracted slightly. He stared coldly at Chen Feng and said, "Fine! I'll race you!"

"Brother Feng!" Lu Ran looked at Chen Feng with some worry. He knew that Chen Feng was incredible at studying, brilliant at cooking, and possessed extraordinary martial arts skills. However, he had no idea whether Chen Feng knew how to street race.

Chen Feng simply gave a slight wave of his hand and said, "Don't worry. I'll just race him. He won't beat me!"

"Hmph, wait until you actually beat me before you talk big!" Ye Wenze stared coldly at Chen Feng. "I need to get used to the car first. Half an hour from now, we start the race. Sound good?"

"Alright," Chen Feng nodded.

Afterward, Ye Wenze beckoned and summoned medical personnel to carry away An Qiye and his subordinates. In an instant, the entire venue became lively once more.

With a cold sneer, Ye Wenze walked straight over to An Qiye's Koenigsegg. The moment he stepped inside, however, Ye Wenze stiffened and stood back up, a look of anger washing over his face. He found that the interior reeked of a foul, fishy stench, and the driver's seat was soaked with moisture.

"An Qiye, that piece of trash, he actually pissed himself out of pure terror?" Ye Wenze's face turned extremely unsightly, and he felt utterly humiliated.

Enduring his nausea, Ye Wenze had someone clean up the Koenigsegg before finally climbing back inside. He quickly pulled out his phone and made a call. Immediately, Ye Wenbin's voice came through the receiver: "What's the situation?"

Ye Wenze bit his teeth, speaking coldly: "Things are a bit tricky. There's an expert here whose strength is on par with mine. An Qiye's limbs have already been broken. This guy is very strong, and I'm no match for him alone. Big Brother, can you come over personally?"

Over the phone, Ye Wenbin furrowed his brows and replied indifferently: "In another ten minutes—I need Anran to assist me in stabilizing my dark energy, so I can't come right now. Second Uncle is also guarding my cultivation, so he can't make it either. How about this: I'll have Ye Han, Ye Ze, Ye Feng, and Ye Lin go over together. With the four of them there, no matter how strong this person is, he shouldn't be a match for you!"

"Alright, I understand!" Ye Wenze grinned broadly. Ye Han, Ye Ze, Ye Feng, and Ye Lin were all elite experts cultivated by the Ye family since childhood; their combat prowess was naturally formidable to the extreme. Without exaggeration, they were only a fraction weaker than himself, and they usually served as Ye Wenbin's personal subordinates. With all four of them coming together, how could Chen Feng possibly hope to contend with them?

Ye Wenze was no fool. From Chen Feng's display of violence, he had instantly deduced that he might not be the other man's opponent. Once a fight broke out, his chances of losing would probably be higher. Yet, unwilling to just let Chen Feng walk away like that, he had concocted this plan to buy time.

He certainly didn't believe that if Chen Feng lost to him, the man would obediently let his limbs be broken. Once he stalled Chen Feng, wouldn't breaking his limbs later on be an effortless task?

Meanwhile, Chen Feng was sitting inside Lu Ran's GT-R Godzilla. Beside him, Lu Ran looked at Chen Feng with a face full of anxiety: "Brother Feng, is this really going to be okay? That Ye Wenze is no pushover. He's known as the Little Prince of Street Racing and is extremely famous in East Sea. I'm afraid... I'm afraid even my racing skills are no match for his!"

"Yeah," Chen Feng nodded slightly. He was aware that Ye Wenze's racing skills were quite good—they required one hundred achievement points to rival, and Lu Ran was simply no match for him.

"Brother Feng, I think we should do this!" Lu Ran gritted his teeth and said, "He can't see you inside; I'll sit in the passenger seat and I'll drive for you when the time comes!"

"How do you know I don't know how to race?" Chen Feng looked at Lu Ran and suddenly smiled.

Lu Ran couldn't help being momentarily dazed, looking at Chen Feng in astonishment: "Brother Feng, you... you know how to street race?"

Chen Feng closed his eyes slightly and muttered to himself: "Of course I do. By the way, let me ask you a question: if I race, will the surveillance cameras around here record it?"

"Yes, there are surveillance cameras set up all around this area!" Lu Ran blurted out quickly. "Besides, we also have aerial drones keeping constant track of the cars!"

Saying this, Lu Ran asked with some confusion: "Brother Feng, why are you asking me this?"

Chen Feng smiled faintly: "It's nothing. Later, have someone make a copy of the footage and upload it to the internet."

"What's that for?" Lu Ran looked at Chen Feng, puzzled.

"Just do it. I want the whole world to witness my racing skills!" Chen Feng chuckled, a thought flashing through his mind: if he could display supreme racing skills, I wonder how many achievement points he could rake in?

Lu Ran was left dumbfounded, staring at Chen Feng with a bizarre expression: "Brother Feng, you're not joking, are you? Your skills?"

"Young man, you gotta have faith in me!" Chen Feng flashed a grin at Lu Ran.

Despite saying that, Chen Feng's mind was rapidly sifting through various characters. Which movie protagonist had amazing racing skills again? *Need for Speed*, *Fast & Furious*... Chen Feng still had one chance to summon a hero. As long as he pieced one together and brought him out, defeating this so-called Ye Wenze should be a walk in the park.

"Right, I don't necessarily need characters from movies!" A thought suddenly stirred in Chen Feng's mind. He looked at Lu Ran and asked, "Lu Ran, tell me, who is the best street racer in the world?"

"Who's the best?" Lu Ran miserably buried his face in his hands, then said with utter resignation, "Brother Feng, you don't even know that, and you're talking about racing? It's Schumacher, of course!"

"Schumacher?" Chen Feng was slightly stunned. The name sounded somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite recall where he had heard it. Feeling somewhat curious, he asked, "Who is Schumacher?"

Lu Ran gave a bitter smile and explained, "Schumacher is a German Formula One racing driver, one of the greatest F1 drivers of the modern era. In his first sixteen years of professional career, he shattered almost every record. He won a total of seven world championships and was also the only German driver to ever win the championship!"

"He's a race car driver? Is a race car driver anything like a street racer?" Chen Feng asked a rather foolish question.

At that moment, Lu Ran felt the exact same urge Ye Wenze had experienced shortly before. An Qiye was an idiot, but when it came to this subject, Chen Feng was practically even more clueless than An Qiye. After a long while, Lu Ran coughed up metaphorical blood and said, "Of course! What is an F1 car? It's a hypercar, extremely difficult to tame. I wouldn't even dare claim I can drive one properly, yet Schumacher could handle them effortlessly. What do you think? But he's older now, so he's naturally not what he used to be. You have to know, the title of 'Rainmaster' or 'Red Baron' isn't just for show. Aside from official races, he definitely dabbled in underground street racing. And you know what? I even have videos of him street racing underground. His driving technique... tsk tsk, I honestly wonder if there is any human being left on this earth who can surpass him!"

"That settles it then!" Chen Feng smiled, silently issuing a command in his heart: *System, extract Michael Schumacher—at his absolute physical peak!*

Swish!

Instantly, a white male character appeared on the operation interface before Chen Feng's eyes:

Character: Michael Schumacher
Age: 27
Extractable Ability: Racing Technique (Cost: 100 Achievement Points)

One hundred points?

Chen Feng nearly popped his eyes out of his sockets. He muttered inwardly: Schumacher's ability is actually this powerful, requiring a full one hundred achievement points? Still, this was for the best. A smile crept up the corners of Chen Feng's lips.

This Ye Wenze, the so-called Little Prince of Street Racing, wasn't he just about to be thoroughly toyed with by him?

With that thought, Chen Feng sneered: *System, immediately extract Schumacher's racing technique!*

Swish!

The moment Chen Feng's voice fell, he instantly felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity with the GT-R Godzilla beneath him, as if he had been driving it for decades. Chen Feng directly started the engine. At the same time, his hands shifted gears with the fluidity of flowing clouds and running water, faintly leaving afterimages in the air. It was too fast—the shifting speed was so blindingly fast that it actually produced ghostly visual echoes.

The GT-R Godzilla instantly erupted with a terrifying burst of explosive momentum.

Lu Ran was dumbfounded. As the saying goes, a true expert shows his prowess with a single move; Chen Feng's simple action immediately gave Lu Ran a bizarre feeling.

This guy must have been putting on an act just now! His racing skills could only be described by a single terrifying word!