Facing Gisele's inquiry, Johnny naturally grinned and replied with certainty, "Of course, just a little bit."
Johnny's answer was so humble that Han and Tej, who were standing nearby, rolled their eyes.
Both of them had witnessed Johnny's driving skills firsthand.
In Tokyo, when he drifted against DK, he didn't lose an inch. Han remembered clearly that if Johnny hadn't deliberately held back, he would have won.
As for Tej, there was even less to say; Johnny's modification fees were won from that underground race.
If anyone in the team understood Johnny's driving skills best, it was Han and Tej, who would forever remember Johnny's "just a little bit" when he told them.
But Gisele knew nothing of this. Hearing Johnny's reply, she immediately laughed happily.
After all, Johnny was quite handsome, so having a handsome man as a companion naturally made her feel pleasant.
"Come with me, let's go get the car."
Gisele winked at Johnny, then turned and walked outside. A black Ducati Street Fighter V4 was parked outside the door.
She tossed one of the helmets from the bike to Johnny, "Dare to ride?"
Johnny caught the thrown helmet, grinned, and said, "Not only do I dare to ride, I dare to drive."
Hearing this, Gisele raised her eyebrow, tossed the key in her hand to Johnny, and then made a gesture for him to go first.
Johnny reached out and caught the key, then put the helmet on his head.
He walked to the powerful bike, got on directly, twisted the key, and turned on the ignition.
Johnny straddled it, pressed the electric start, and a passionate roar suddenly erupted—the unique sound of a Ducati.
Inside the helmet, Johnny's eyebrow twitched. Motorcycles were a man's romance, and the corners of his mouth slowly spread into a smile.
The next second, Gisele got on, her hands resting on the fuel tank, gently leaning against Johnny's back.
"Let's go, speed demon!"
But Johnny was not in a hurry to set off. Instead, he waited for a while. This kind of large-displacement motorcycle needed to warm up. Rushing off might damage the engine, which would cause more inconvenience.
After waiting for two minutes, Johnny's left hand squeezed the clutch, and his left foot stomped on the gear. The motorcycle's gearbox made a "clack" sound.
"Hold on tight."
Johnny's right hand gently twisted the throttle twice, and the black Ducati let out a deafening roar.
The next second, at 5000 RPM, Johnny suddenly released the clutch, and with a slight twist of the throttle, the Ducati shot out, its front wheel even lifting slightly.
Gisele, sitting behind Johnny, was startled by the sudden acceleration and instinctively wrapped her arms around Johnny's waist.
Johnny showed no expression on the surface, but inwardly, he was overjoyed.
Just like that, the Ducati transformed into a black lightning bolt, streaking down the highway.
Unlike cars, once a motorcycle reached high speeds, the feeling was completely different from a car. And sitting in the front versus sitting in the back was like night and day.
Johnny felt good. The scenery ahead rushed towards him and then swept past. It was almost no different from driving a car, just a matter of posture and perspective.
But Gisele didn't feel so good. After all, Johnny was currently speeding down the road at 110 miles per hour.
In Gisele's eyes, everything rushed towards her quickly, then swept away backward, but this feeling was even more thrilling than riding a bicycle. Helpless, she could only hold onto Johnny's waist tightly, not daring to let go.
If she fell off, she would be out of the game immediately.
His Lv3 driving skill was also effortless on a motorcycle, as Johnny knew how to ride.
From time to time, Johnny would decelerate by lightly tapping the front brake, but for Gisele, she was rolling her eyes.
Johnny's gentle tap on the brakes felt uncontrollable to Gisele, and her chest kept bumping against Johnny's back.
The two mounds created a constant, special sensation against Johnny's back, making him feel a bit restless.
Fortunately, under Gisele's continuous guidance, they arrived at the venue, where Rio's underground racing was taking place.
After parking the motorcycle steadily, Gisele immediately jumped off. She never wanted to experience that feeling again; it was truly both thrilling and terrifying.
After all, Johnny, that heartless guy, drove so fast, and his overtakes were blade-thin. This feeling was too exhilarating.
"Your ride truly makes one not want a second time."
This was the first thing Gisele said to Johnny after getting off the bike.
Johnny shrugged, "You asked me if I could ride…"
Gisele didn't respond. Instead, after putting away her helmet, she walked towards the crowd.
Johnny followed closely. To be honest, Rio's underground racing was no worse than Detroit's, and the atmosphere was even more intense.
All sorts of modified cars were on display here, and there were also hot, scantily clad girls gathering in twos and threes, either chatting or working on their cars.
Unfortunately, Johnny had no interest in these girls. His gaze kept searching for the car he wanted.
Gisele was the same. Soon, her eyes landed on a silver sports car.
In the night, the 370Z was like a lurking mechanical beast, its cold metallic sheen reflecting silver ripples under the streetlights.
The split grille on the front fascia extended like a beast's fangs to both sides, and the sharp angles of the boomerang-shaped LED headlights seemed to cut through the night. The raised lines on the hood, alternating between light and shadow, outlined a muscular silhouette poised for action.
From a 45-degree angle on the side, the short wheelbase created a slender proportion, making the car body like a fully drawn bowstring. The radial lightning patterns on the 19-inch smoked wheels were faintly visible in the shadows, and the red brake calipers, like congealed blood drops, hinted at the fierce power that could erupt at any moment.
With just one glance, Gisele couldn't tear her eyes away. Seeing Gisele's reaction, Johnny simply took her hand and walked towards the silver 370Z.
The owner of this car was a Black kid, who was boasting to two girls by the car.
"Hey! Interested in a race?" Johnny got straight to the point.
Hearing Johnny's words, the Black kid turned his head to look at Johnny, then his gaze fell on Gisele.
Phew~
He whistled, then walked towards Gisele.
"Wow, beautiful lady, interested in having dinner with me?"
Facing the Black kid's enthusiastic invitation, Gisele raised an eyebrow, then looked at Johnny.
The Black kid understood immediately, so he aggressively walked up to Johnny and looked at him, "I like your chick. Name your price!"
Johnny didn't speak, he just pointed at the 370Z behind him, "How about we make a bet? If I win, this car is mine. If you win, she's yours. What do you say?"
Hearing Johnny's words, the Black kid immediately laughed, "You want my 370Z? Then let's see if you've got what it takes."
Johnny just turned around and looked at one of the cars. He walked up to it, patted the hood, and asked the owner, "How about I borrow this car for a bit?"
The owner was a Brazilian. He simply took out his keys from his pocket and tossed them over, "Don't crash my car."
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