The passenger door of the black porsche 911.
It immediately dented.
A large hole was smashed into it.
The intense force of the impact caused the car to veer uncontrollably off the track.
Screech... Li Guoxing, sitting inside the car, instinctively slammed on the brakes.
The tires spun on the ground, continuously emitting blue smoke.
Zhou Xing, however, felt it wasn't quite enough; he straightened the steering wheel and backed the car up a few steps.
Then, aiming at the porsche, he crashed into it once more.
Clang!
Both cars experienced a violent TikTok, and fragments of carbon fiber shells splattered everywhere.
Half of the porsche's door had completely caved in, looking precarious and as if it might fall off at any moment.
Meanwhile, the front bumper of Zhou Xing's mclaren p1 was already damaged.
The headlights were also shattered into pieces.
But he didn't care at all.
"You're f*cking asking for it!"
Li Guoxing's body jolted violently; despite wearing a seatbelt, his body still lurched forward uncontrollably, and his head slammed hard against the steering wheel, immediately drawing blood.
Blood dripped down, accompanied by a stinging pain.
Li Guoxing ignored this, instead staring at his beloved car, which had become like this, his eyes nearly bursting with rage.
His blood pressure rose, and his eyes turned completely red.
He had a special fondness for cars since childhood... in his teens, he frequented various major racing tracks.
He had developed extremely superb driving skills.
Even now in his early thirties, his love for cars hadn't faded; on the contrary, he had become increasingly obsessed.
Almost everyone in Shanghai knew.
He loved cars as much as his own life.
If anyone dared to scratch his car, he would surely risk his life to get even.
But because of his family background.
He had to constantly adhere to the principles of being low-key and reserved.
The higher the position, the more one needs to be cautious in word and deed.
His family would never allow him to play with cars so ostentatiously, let alone purchase luxury vehicles.
Every time he went to the track, he did it secretly, hiding it from his family.
This Porsche 911 GT3 RS was his dream car, and it took a great deal of effort to get his hands on it without his family knowing.
It wasn't even registered under his name, but under a friend's company.
After getting this car.
He cherished it even more, spending several months meticulously modifying it.
Then he spent all day at the racing track driving it.
Caring for it meticulously.
Even when his friends wanted to get in and try it out, he refused them.
And yet, this very treasure of his.
Now that it had been smashed like this by Zhou Xing, how could he not be furious?
Zhou Xing, however, had a cold expression.
He backed the car up several more meters, aiming the front at the porsche's body.
The wheels were already spinning on the ground.
Continuously friction-heating.
Blue smoke rose up.
Accompanied by the roar of the engine.
The car was poised and ready.
If he crashed into it in this state... the entire car would likely be smashed to pieces.
"Scaring me?"
Li Guoxing sneered; he stayed in the car to see if Zhou Xing would actually dare to crash into him.
Given the force of such an impact.
Even sitting inside, he would be affected—if not killed, then severely injured.
"I wasn't born yesterday, but I don't know if you have the guts!"
With his car hit, Li Guoxing was full of anger and was now digging in his heels against Zhou Xing.
Given his status.
Few people would dare to touch him.
Destroying his car was already a heinous crime; if anything happened to him personally.
Even if the Emperor of Heaven himself came for Zhou Xing.
No one could save him.
The next moment.
The smile on Li Guoxing's face froze.
His pupils suddenly constricted.
As someone who spent years on the track, he knew cars inside out.
Seeing the tires on the ground faintly beginning to move forward.
He knew Zhou Xing was serious.
"Holy sh*t!"
Li Guoxing cursed loudly, unbuckling his seatbelt at the fastest speed of his life, and then leaped out of the driver's side window with extreme agility.
He slammed heavily onto the ground.
Many parts of his body were bruised and scraped.
His white tank top was covered in countless specks of dust and dirt.
Blood flowed from his forehead.
At this moment, he looked... in a wretched state.
He had just stood up.
When Zhou Xing's car slammed heavily into the body of the porsche.
Boom!
A deafening sound echoed throughout the entire racing track.
The porsche was pushed directly off the track to the concrete perimeter wall.
The entire car.
Could no longer be described as just a sorry sight.
The entire passenger side had completely disappeared.
Embedded into the door.
The whole car looked as if it had been compressed by a compactor, its size significantly reduced.
But Zhou Xing clearly had no intention of stopping.
The car crashed into the porsche again and again.
Bang, bang, bang—the sounds rang out continuously.
Everyone on the track stared blankly at that white mclaren, frozen in place.
Their expressions were varied.
After hitting it more than a dozen times.
Only then did Zhou Xing stop, feeling somewhat unsatisfied.
The porsche before him was unrecognizable, totaled beyond recovery.
It was nothing but a pile of scrap metal.
Even if one wanted to fix it... it couldn't be repaired.
Although his mclaren wasn't in much better shape.
But Zhou Xing didn't care at all.
It was just a car worth over ten million.
Ten million to vent his frustration.
Zhou Xing felt it was well worth it.
He tried to open the door and found that it also seemed a bit damaged and difficult to open.
He didn't hesitate for a second.
He raised his foot.
Bang!
He kicked the door.
The entire door shook.
Two more kicks followed.
Only then did the door open.
Zhou Xing stepped out of the car with a calm expression.
He straightened his clothes.
He was completely unharmed.
He looked up at Li Guoxing nearby, who was covered in dirt and blood.
The two... were in stark contrast.
Li Guoxing also noticed Zhou Xing's gaze.
Their eyes met in mid-air.
The somewhat shaken Li Guoxing finally regained his senses; gritting his teeth, he walked toward Zhou Xing in a towering rage. Seeing this, the companions who had been blocking Su Xi also immediately came to Li Guoxing's side.
They surrounded Zhou Xing.
Su Xi rushed over, squeezed through the crowd, and stood in front of Zhou Xing, staring at Li Guoxing: "Li Guoxing, what do you want to do? I'm warning you, if you dare to lay a hand on him, I'll definitely tell my grandfather. This whole thing was your fault in the first place; you can't blame Zhou Xing!"
Li Guoxing ignored Su Xi, looking past her to stare intently at Zhou Xing.
His muscles were tense, and his fists were clenched.
"Do you have any idea what the consequences of doing this are?"
Li Guoxing squeezed the words out from between his teeth.
His beloved car was destroyed.
He himself had been scared into jumping out of the car, sustaining multiple injuries.
In his entire life, he had never been so humiliated.
And the one who had bestowed this upon him was the excessively young Zhou Xing before him.
"No way?"
Zhou Xing gave a cold laugh: "You're not actually distressed over a car, are you? It's just a piece of junk; if it's destroyed, it's destroyed."
"It's just a car worth a mere ten million or so; even an 'outsider of questionable character' like me doesn't care."
"Surely a local like you, so full of superiority, wouldn't be flying into a rage over a single car, right?"