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Zhang Xue twisted the throttle of his Niu electric scooter, looking like a sheep that had wandered into a pack of wolves.
They said it was a Niu scooter club, not a Lamborghini club!
Young Master Zhong stubbed out his cigarette on a car hood. “Lose, and you break a leg. Win, and you get a hundred grand. You and that junky e-scooter, got the guts to race?”
Zhang Xue said nothing. He took out a cigarette and lit it. The mythical beast Suanni above his head took a deep drag, and “Luck +1” lit up on his forehead.
The next moment, every Lamborghini broke down: flat tires, stuck in the sand, engines stalled. Meanwhile, Zhang Xue plunged down a drainage ditch, flew up onto a high-voltage line, and pulled off a rabbit hop before landing. His e-scooter’s taillight was the first to shine across the finish line.
The onlookers spread the video everywhere: “See that? That delivery scooter beat Young Master Zhong’s Lamborghini!”
Zhang Xue blew a smoke ring and glanced back at the smoking Lamborghini. “Luxury car? I’ll leave you in the dust on an e-scooter. What about it?”
