Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 506 Hurry! Take good care of my two older brothers!

Not long after, Zhang Lang appeared in the stands with a beaming smile, flanked by two stunningly beautiful women with gorgeous figures on his left and right, striding towards Ye Fan and Wu Shaojie.

The cowardly demeanor he had shown in front of An Qi, like a mouse before a cat, had completely vanished.

At this moment, he was once again the fearless and invincible Young Master Zhang, who believed he was the best driver in the world.

"Hey! You two big brothers!"

Zhang Lang walked up, raised his chin, and asked in a cocky tone, his voice full of boasting, "How was it? Those laps I did just now, weren't they awesome? Cool, right? Absolutely stunning!"

Looking at his peacock-like display, Ye Fan's lips curled into a playful smile, and he deliberately dragged out his words:

"Hmm...that's pretty impressive. But Young Master Zhang, in what aspect are you referring to as impressive?"

His gaze swept meaningfully over the two beautiful women Zhang Lang was embracing.

Zhang Lang clearly didn't grasp the deeper meaning behind Ye Fan's words, or perhaps all he could think about at that moment was the car.

He immediately puffed out his chest, his face filled with seriousness and pride:

"Nonsense! It's all about driving skills! Look at that cornering angle, that acceleration out of the corner, that drift arc... awesome, right!"

Ye Fan suppressed a laugh and genuinely gave a thumbs up: "Your driving skills are truly amazing! I admire that."

Of course, I'm referring to cars that can be driven on the road...

That's the truth. Zhang Lang's skill and madness on the track far surpass what I, who mainly drives on city roads, have shown.

Wu Shaojie, standing to the side, was green with envy, especially seeing Zhang Lang's smug, arrogant demeanor.

He curled his lip and said sourly, "What a load of crap! Stop showing off! I'll break your track record sooner or later!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lang was not annoyed at all; instead, he became even more excited.

He exaggeratedly twisted his waist, even raising his hand to slap his firm buttocks forcefully, making an extremely provocative gesture and expression towards Wu Shaojie:

"Fine, Young Master Wu! If you've got the guts, go down there and try! Hurry up and 'blast' my 'chrysanthemum'! I'm begging you!"

puff--!

Ye Fan almost spat out the mouthful of juice he had just taken a sip of!

Looking at Zhang Lang's unbridled actions and lewd words, he felt a chill run down his spine, and several black lines slid down his forehead: Holy crap! This guy is shameless! It's terrifying!

"You fucking despicable!" Wu Shaojie was also speechless with anger at Zhang Lang's shameless move, and jumped up and down in anger.

He grabbed Ye Fan's arm and made as if to leave:

"Let's go, Old Ye! There's no point in talking to this jerk! I'm taking you to find another friend to buy a supercar! We'll just buy it from him! Let him starve!"

These words struck Zhang Lang like a bolt from the blue!

The smug expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by extreme fawning and anxiety!

He rushed forward, almost grabbing Wu Shaojie's leg: "Oh! Brother Wu! Brother Wu! My dear brother! No, no, no! I was wrong! I'll kowtow to you if I have to!"

He bent over exaggeratedly, clasping his hands together in a gesture of respect:

"We shouldn't let the good stuff go to outsiders! Brother Wu! Young Master Ye! How can we let outsiders benefit from our own brothers' business? Come on, come on! A few high-quality vehicles just arrived at the showroom downstairs! We guarantee Young Master Ye will be satisfied!"

After saying that, he immediately turned his head and slapped the two beautiful women beside him, who were covering their mouths and giggling, twice on their pert buttocks, urging them on:

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up! Take good care of my two brothers! Help them to the first-floor exhibition hall! Don't you understand VIP treatment?"

The two beautiful women chuckled and laughed, clearly used to Zhang Lang's behavior.

They immediately swayed their hips, exuding charm, and naturally hooked their arms around Ye Fan and Wu Shaojie's, saying in sickeningly sweet voices:

"Young Master Ye~ Young Master Wu~ This way please~"

The soft, warm flesh clung tightly to her arm, yet her strength was undeniable, pulling the two of them toward the elevator.

Wu Shaojie was just putting on a show to scare Zhang Lang. With their years of brotherhood, when it came to buying a supercar, he would naturally only patronize Zhang Lang's business.

He was half-heartedly dragged away by the beautiful woman, not forgetting to turn back and roll his eyes at Zhang Lang: "You're smart enough to know what's good for you!"

Ye Fan felt the soft touch and rich perfume on his arm, smiled helplessly, and could only be swept away by this "enthusiasm" as he walked towards the first-floor exhibition hall that was said to hold "hard goods" amidst a fragrant breeze and giggles.

Zhang Lang followed behind eagerly, his face once again plastered with the shrewd smile of a businessman, as if the crazy driver who had just patted his butt and provoked him was just an illusion.

......

After passing through a thick, soundproof glass door, the view suddenly opened up.

The first-floor showroom is extremely spacious and airy. Under the high dome, the lights shine precisely on each steel artwork like a stage spotlight, and the smooth, mirror-like marble floor reflects the sharp lines of the car body.

There is no noise from the racetrack outside, only an almost sacred tranquility and a luxurious atmosphere built with money.

More than twenty top-of-the-line supercars, each with a different color and extremely flamboyant design, lay quietly under their respective spotlights, like fierce beasts awaiting inspection.

Ferrari's prancing horse, Lamborghini's bull, Porsche's crest, McLaren's dart, Dodge's ram, Aston Martin's wings...

These symbols of speed and status converge here.

After scanning the area, Ye Fan understood that it was no easy feat to be brought into this exhibition hall.

The air was filled with the unique scent of a new car, a blend of genuine leather and premium rubber.

Ye Fan's gaze swept calmly over these top-of-the-line machines.

Although each of these cars is a masterpiece of industry, for him, who had recently spent a fortune at a top auto show to acquire a Pagani, a Bugatti, and a Ferrari LaFerrari that he had pre-ordered from Zhang Wanning but which had not yet arrived, these conventionally "top supercars" had lost some of their appeal.

He raised the garage threshold too high himself.

however.

When his gaze swept over a relatively isolated pillar of light deep inside the exhibition hall, he involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

There, parked, was a Porsche with sleek, blade-like lines and a cool, bright silver paint job.

Unlike the aggressive bulls or wild horses beside it, it possesses a restrained sense of technology and futuristic flair, like a sophisticated German instrument.

Zhang Lang keenly caught the fleeting glint in Ye Fan's eyes and immediately stepped forward, introducing the car with the pride of an expert: "Brother Ye, you have excellent taste! This is a Porsche 918 Spyder!"

He described it as if it were a rare treasure: "It's Porsche's first mass-produced hybrid supercar, its significance is extraordinary!"