48 Hours a Day - Chapter 654

Chapter 654 Blind Attack

Zhang Heng felt helpless when he saw all his opponents passing him one by one.

After all, no matter how glorious the Santana’s past was, it was always designed to be a sedan, and it would never outrun a sports car. In order to ensure that the engine and tires remained intact after the race, Zhang Heng did not dare to perform any bold moves.

Nevertheless, it was an expected outcome. After knowing the road conditions before the race started, the first half of the journey was an unfavorable one. All he could do was to try his best and tail his opponents as closely as he could.

Then, the second half of the race commenced. It was now Zhang Heng’s time to showcase his strength.

When Zhang Heng saw the construction site from a distance, he quickly turned off the car’s lights. Since he had his Filter Lens, it made no difference if the headlights were turned on or not. The moment it all went dark, the drivers in front of him descended into confusion.

It was said that Takumi Fujiwara had used this trick before in ‘Initial D.’

He named this trick ‘blind attack.’

Zhang Heng drove his Santana toward the construction site.

If the club president could see Zhang Heng’s bold move, he would probably be surprised by his choice. Electing not to take a detour like the others and not slowing down as well, he smashed through the half-opened gate and rammed right into the construction site.

Close to him was a grey truck that had tipped over. Considering the Santana’s current speed, most drivers wouldn’t have been able to avoid the truck. With the help of the Filter Lens, however, Zhang Heng managed to avoid it with ease. As it dodged the truck, the Santana kicked up a huge cloud of dust behind it.

Zhang Heng positioned the car carefully, driving between the brick wall and the scrap piles. He felt as if he was back in the Tokyo Drift dungeon, where the seafood shop owner taught him how to drift.

It took him a long time before his training was completed. Fortunately, he managed to master the intricacies of the driving skills taught to him, the reason why he could avoid all those obstacles with ease.

Zhang Heng drove through the construction site without having to slow down.

Simultaneously, the club president had also overtaken the tattooed man while he was doing the turn, and he regained the leading position. However, before he could put a smile on his face, he saw a car dashing at high speed, charging out from the construction site.

Zhang Heng’s car landed right in front of the Porsche 911!

The club president was so shocked that his eyes bulged wide open. He thought that Zhang Heng had given up on the race and fled the scene. The last thing he expected was that an opponent with a family sedan would be determined enough to race with them. And he even surpassed everyone. This was Zhang Heng’s first time grabbing the top spot ever since the race started. Considering that he was driving a Santana, the club president would never believe that he could outrun the high-performance roadsters if he hadn’t witnessed it himself.

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Then the club president noticed another fantastic feat—the Santana’s headlights were turned off. Let alone the high beam, Zhang Heng did not even turn on the lowest setting. It was no wonder that the club president noticed the Santana disappearing for a brief period. However, he still could not figure out how Zhang Heng could traverse the construction site in pitch-darkness, and come out unscathed.

The club president could also see that the Santana didn’t slow down one bit. Although they took a detour, it wasn’t a long couse. Knowing that he was far behind the club president, Zhang Heng had to ensure that he was constantly driving at top speed if he wanted to make any meaningful gains. Was there something wrong with the information that they were given? Were there no obstacles in the construction site? How did Zhang Heng acquire this insider information? Or was that just a desperate move?

Although the club president was puzzled, he had no intention to slow down his car.

It wasn’t the time to be entangled in these questions. There was still about one-third of the journey to cross the finish line, and the winner had not decided. Even though Zhang Heng took the lead temporarily with his incredible driving skills, a Santana was in essence, still a Santana.

It was like the difference between nobles and commoners.

The club president got serious for the first time tonight. 30,000 yuan was nothing to him. The most important thing was that he did not want to bear the shame of losing to an old sedan while driving a sports car. If that happened, he would become a laughing stock for the rest of his life.

The Porsche 911 seemed to feel the owner’s anger, its strained engine let out a deafening roar.

Although Zhang Heng managed to once again increase the gap between them when he took a turn, the club president managed to closen the gap between them until they were driving on the same line.

This undoubtedly came as bad news to Zhang Heng since a Santana was never going to outdo the club president’s Porsche 911. Once the club president regained the advantage, it would be then almost impossible to defeat him.

The 911’s taillights drew two streams of light in the night, while the Santana looked like a ghost in the dark. The club president realized that Zhang Heng wasn’t in a panic at all. On the contrary, he even lowered the windows to get a dose of the night breeze.

After a while, Zhang Heng signaled the club president by pointing forward.

“Again?!” The club president noticed that there was another small construction site in front of him. Immediately, his face turned pale.

They were now at a spot close to the stadium, and once they passed the unfinished shooting gallery in front of them, they should arrive at the finishing line. Under normal circumstances, they would have taken a detour.

The club president knew that Zhang Heng would definitely choose to go through the construction site because that was the only way for him to win the race.

Now, he was stuck in a dilemma. On the one hand, he did not believe that Zhang Heng would get so lucky again—the information he received earlier had some mistakes in it. On the other hand, he was worried that if he chose the detour, Zhang Heng would overtake him again. And the last section of the road was too short to regain the leading position.

There wasn’t much time left for him to make up his mind. In a blink of an eye, he would arrive in front of the shooting gallery. With gritted teeth, the club president decided to charge into the construction site.

His strategy was simple. If there were giant obstacles on site, he would rather be trapped by them, together with Zhang Heng, of course. Zhang Heng was a one-man team, after-all, and the modified car club still had seven active races. The tattooed man was getting closer to them as well—he would win the race after he took the detour. And if the construction site were cleared of obstacles, the club president would become the winner of this race.

It all sounded like the perfect plan.

Unfortunately, what happened next went beyond his control. The road conditions in the construction site were indeed as complicated as indicated. He had to drastically slow down his car to protect himself. However, the Santana, now tailing him closely from behind, seemed completely unaffected.

Not only did Zhang Heng not slow down the car, but he continued to step on the gas. Unsurprisingly, he overtook the club president, at the same time, avoiding the steel rods jutting out from the ground in front of him. The smoke and dust created by the Santana brought forth an indescribable irony to the whole situation. It was as if the old Volkswagen was laughing at a Porsche 911 that could never overtake it.

And Zhang Heng’s driving skill had also allowed the club president to witness what an exceptionally skillful driver looked like.

This time, through the bright beam of the 911’s headlights, the club president managed to witness Zhang Heng’s Santana’s performance. He paid so much attention to it that he didnt notice that his car had collided with the sidewall.

After that, the Santana 3000 drove out of the shooting gallery’s construction site and raced toward the finish line. At the same time, the tattooed man who had taken the detour had just emerged from the corner. He was still about a hundred meters away from Zhang Heng and in the end, he could only watch helplessly as the family sedan sailed across the finish line to win the race.