The Strongest Face-Slapping King in the City-Chapter 636: Want Something Thrilling?

The car was very steady, just a finger’s width away from Wu Chao’s red Ferrari!

From a distance, it looked as if the two cars were kissing.

However, upon closer inspection, the finger’s width gap was still quite noticeable.

But at that moment, nobody was paying attention to Zhang Fan’s driving skills anymore; all eyes were on the Chouba’s tires.

Sparks and lightning all the way!

Could it be that these tires were actually made of metal?

Yet as a group of people walked over, Zhang Fan’s car moved again.

It nudged forward a meter, scaring the souls out of everyone.

With that acceleration speed, who would dare to mess with it?

But the next moment, Ye Xuan opened the car door and rushed out, squatting beside the car, and began to vomit.

Zhang Fan also got out of the car, heartachingly crouched beside Ye Xuan, and gently patted her back.

Ouyang Feng could only smile helplessly and then took out a bottle of mineral water from the car, handing it to Zhang Fan.

"Thank you, tycoon!" Zhang Fan said, hastily unscrewing the cap and passing it to Ye Xuan.

"Gurgle, gurgle!"

Ye Xuan rinsed her mouth and immediately took a deep gulp of water before standing up weakly, her face pale!

"Cough, cough, I’ll go slower next time!" Zhang Fan said with an awkward smile, touching his nose.

Ye Xuan’s beautiful eyes glared, and she immediately said, "There won’t be a next time. If you race, I won’t sit in the car ever again!"

She had never gotten carsick in her life!

At first, she wasn’t affected, but after Zhang Fan’s two drifts, the whole world spun like a tidal wave rushing over her.

She couldn’t resist it at all!

If you’re going to get dizzy, you’re going to get dizzy!

The crowd around looked at Ye Xuan with strange expressions. With such high speed and drifting, anyone who wasn’t a veteran racer would vomit!

However, their attention soon returned to the Chouba’s tires.

"Boss Wu, are these tires made entirely of metal?" someone asked in astonishment.

Instantly, every gaze turned to Wu Chao.

Wu Chao shook his head: "Tires made of metal at such speeds would be lethal even against pebbles the size of a fingertip.

However, we have eliminated those disadvantages. The Chouba’s tires are semi-alloy, made from the most resilient materials. In terms of being bulletproof and explosion-proof, they are unprecedentedly strong. Even if you drift every day, these tires can last two years!"

"Damn, two years? Are you kidding me?"

Everyone around was astonished.

What wears down the fastest in street racing? Naturally, it’s the tires and the brake pads!

It can be said that the modified cars at the racing field on the left check their tires daily and change them every three days!

Two years?

These tires could indeed be worthy of the term ’miracle tires’!

Instantly, the eager eyes of the crowd were fixed on Wu Chao again. They might not afford the car, but perhaps they could buy a tire?

"Boss Wu, how much for one tire? I want four!" a middle-aged man hurriedly declared.

The next moment, other people also quickly shouted: "Boss Wu, I want four as well! Changing tires twice a week, I can’t keep up!"

Wu Chao smiled coldly and then his eyes shone with immense pride.

"Sorry, but we only made eight of these tires, and the cost of one tire is ten million!"

Hisss!

Hearing that number, the crowd almost peed themselves in shock!

"Boss Wu, what did you say?"

"Ten million? Each?"

"Boss Wu, are your tires made of gold or what? So expensive, for that price I could buy a luxury sports car."

Outcries erupted thunderously.

Are you kidding me? You’re telling me your tires are worth ten million?

MMP, I’ve got to shout this out loud.

Dammit, that’s too expensive; who the hell would buy that!

Meanwhile, a group of people stared intently at Ugly Eight’s tires.

Man, these are some fine pieces—each of the four tires is worth forty million, damn, is this trying to tempt me to steal tires?!

However, at that moment, Dong Yu’s eyes began to sparkle.

"Boss Wu, I want four!"

It’s about time to upgrade the Lykan Hypersport’s setup. Shit, can’t afford the car yet, but I can still afford the tires, right?

Wu Chao slowly shook his head, "Ugly Eight’s tires are a bit larger than the average, and besides, they have a fixed stabilizing device to prevent blowouts."

Dong Yu’s expression turned extremely unsightly, "So you’re saying these tires are custom-made for this specific car?"

Wu Chao nodded. But the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

God damn it, I’m just testing Ugly Eight’s Attributes here!

Immediately after, he moved as fast as the wind, opened the car door, and took out the speedometer!

When he saw the numbers on the speedometer, he was completely stunned!

0.7s--0-535km/h! 535km/h-546km/h--140s!

Fuck!

0.7 seconds to accelerate to 535 mph?

The acceleration time increased by 0.1 seconds?

Damn, no matter the car, reducing acceleration by 0.1 seconds is fundamentally a huge improvement, especially within one second.

Fuck, is this Ugly Eight’s limit?

Wait a minute?

535km/h?

This is 10km/h faster than the previous test?

Hold on!

535km/h-546km/h--77s???

The top speed, 546km/h!

Fuck, 21 kilometers per hour faster? How is that even possible!

When a car reaches its ultimate speed, even a slight increase is incredibly difficult!

And this, it jumped by 21?

This isn’t some kind of joke?

Seeing Wu Chao’s ever-changing expressions, Ouyang Feng and his group walked over out of curiosity.

When they saw the numbers on the speedometer, they were dumbfounded.

"Damn, how could this be possible! This can’t be!"

"Fuck that, it shouldn’t be! Definitely shouldn’t be, 525 mph was already considered breaking the limit of sports cars, and now you’re telling me 546 mph is the limit?"

"Damn, I won’t even mention the speed, enough with the freak show, but what the hell is this 0.7-second acceleration?!"

"Everyone else is just managing to hit a hundred kilometers per hour in over two seconds, and this dude, 0.7 seconds to go over five hundred kilometers per hour? Fuck, I can’t accept this!"

Sudden exclamations of astonishment erupted, each more vociferous than the last!

However, Zhang Fan approached, his eyes blazing with excitement as he slapped Wu Chao’s shoulder and said, "Uncle, shall we try something exciting, test some other performance aspects?"

As Zhang Fan spoke, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Try something exciting?

Holy shit, what do you want to do!

After that hellish run of fire and lightning, it was already badass, but you still want to try out some other stunts?

Yet, Wu Chao’s eyes lit up like the blazing sun.

Other performance aspects?

We can definitely do that!

"What do you want to test?" Wu Chao asked, his voice filled with excitement.

With a sly grin, Zhang Fan slowly said, "Safety issues, of course, like, say, a car crash scene! Heh heh!"

Everyone around widened their eyes in disbelief, staring at Zhang Fan.

Holy crap, are you suggesting we stage a car crash right now?

Have you lost your mind?