A Divine Farmer

Chapter 128 - Little Cow Was on the Plane

“Was there a moment of danger just now?” Chen Yaru hadn't considered it initially, but upon reflection, she grasped the situation.

Zhang Xiaoloong had trailed his adversary's vehicle throughout. Had there been any schemes or snares along the route, both of them would've been ensnared.

Wang Changyu's objective was victory. If both fell into a trap, his aims would be thwarted. Thus, whether conspiracy lurked or not, it would disrupt his plans.

“I can't say for certain. But this approach feels safer.” Zhang Xiaoloong refrained from attributing it to intuition, simply accelerating a tad more.

Ahead lay only one route. By surging forward, even if he clinched the victory, the earlier sense of peril would dissipate.

This stretch of road lay exposed for all to see. If foul play was orchestrated here, even a victory would yield Wang Changyu naught.

Thus, Zhang Xiaoloong pushed his speed to the limit, driving like a jet.

Intense pressure pinned Chen Yaru to her seat. Her discomfort, previously overlooked due to nerves, intensified as the finish line neared.

“Don't worry, we're almost there.” Zhang Xiaoloong extended his hand, clasping Chen Yaru's gently, infusing a subtle divine energy.

“I feel fine now.” Chen Yaru sensed a cool wave easing into her heart, banishing the prior discomfort.

Abruptly, Zhang Xiaoloong halted the vehicle, sensing the earlier danger once more.

Was Wang Changyu truly bold enough to act here?

Before Zhang Xiaoloong could discern, the car's engine detonated with a resounding bang.

While not overly potent, at high speeds, the explosion could have imperiled Zhang Xiaoloong.

Thankfully, he'd braked in advance. Though the explosion didn't cause significant damage, the car lay a hundred meters shy of the finish line, seemingly unable to progress.

“Haha…” Wang Changyu's laughter echoed from the finish line. “Young master Ming, luck isn't on your side. The farmer drove well, but your car appears a bit decrepit. So close. Tsk tsk, sadly, he won't make it to the finish.”

“Wang Changyu, resorting to such tactics, can you live with yourself even if I lose five million to you?” Wang Zongming's clenched fists betrayed his anger.

He'd thought the match was nearing its end, only to discover his opponent had tampered with the vehicle.

Reflecting, it was a perilous act. While a car meant little to him, if Zhang Xiaoloong and Chen Yaru suffered irreparable harm, he'd bear responsibility.

More unsettling was the fact that his car had been inspected. When had it been sabotaged? Even he couldn't fathom it. Truly perplexing.

“Wang Zongming, your car's busted. Don't sweat it. Losing isn't a disgrace. Besides, it's just five million. If Young Master Ming loses his cool, that'd be a real shame.” Wang Changyu smirked, eyeing the immobile car with satisfaction.

“Lose?” Wang Zongming's anger momentarily subsided, replaced by a glint of determination. “Winning or losing isn't set in stone!”

“What's that guy up to?”

“He's pushing the cart. Haha, he thinks he can compete by pushing it…”

Before the speaker could finish, his jaw dropped in disbelief. “Am I hallucinating? Did that cart really start moving?”

Those prematurely celebrating their victory fell silent. Across the track, an off-road vehicle was barreling towards the finish line.

Though slower than before, the vehicle's pace rivaled that of a sprinter over a hundred meters.

There was a catch, though. Sprinters ran unencumbered, unlike Zhang Xiaoloong, who was pushing a cart against all odds!

His strength and speed would pulverize any sprinter.

The gap between Zhang Xiaoloong and the sprinters rapidly diminished. While onlookers chattered, he closed in on the finish line, leaving them dumbfounded.

Vroom…

The engine's roar drew closer from behind. Yong joined the straightaway, hurtling towards the finish line at full throttle.

As he witnessed the scene, he nearly slammed the brakes, feeling compelled to accelerate.

He knew he was destined to lose, but it had to be a fair defeat. Losing to someone pushing a cart would be too humiliating.

Ah Yong maxed out his engine's power, striving to overtake Zhang Xiaoloong's car in the final moments.

In that instant, he caught Zhang Xiaoloong's gaze, then… his velocity surged once more!

Whoosh!

Zhang Xiaoloong's vehicle soared past the finish line. Half a beat later, Ah Yong's car blitzed by like a tempest.

Yet it was all settled; everyone witnessed Zhang Xiaoloong's premature victory.

“Wh…” Wang Zongming tossed his coat aside, enveloping Zhang Xiaoloong in a bear hug. “Bro, you're like a little titan! You're incredible!”

Chen Yaru stepped out of her car, eyes filled with incredulity.

Just moments ago, she was certain of her defeat. Little did she anticipate Zhang Xiaoloong's unconventional method for clinching victory.

“Just a bit of extra muscle.” Zhang Xiaoloong grinned, glancing toward Wang Changyu. “Luck was on my side. If the car had broken earlier, I couldn't have pushed it across.”

“Hahaha…” Wang Zongming struggled to contain his glee. Observing Wang Changyu's darkened countenance, he savored the moment. “Young Master Yu, you've only lost the front this time. Next time… keep striving. And do it soon. If we're tardy, we might lose more than just the front, haha…”

“Let's depart!” Wang Changyu shoved aside a companion in a fit of rage, leading the group away.

“If you're not keen on handing it over, don't forget to wire the cash to my account!” Wang Zongming's taunts trailed after them.

While they embarked on another car for celebration, in a shadowy chamber in Qingyang City, someone hurled a teacup at the television screen in fury.

“Zhang Xiaoloong, it's always Zhang Xiaoloong…” Anger contorted the person's voice, rendering it hoarse.

“What's our move now?” Wang Changyu's expression turned malicious. “Shall we hire someone to take care of Zhang Xiaoloong?”