When Fu Yang was helped out of the mangled cockpit, his forehead had been sliced open by something unknown, and blood was streaming down.
His arm throbbed with intense pain from the violent impact, and his face was as pale as paper. He could barely stand on his own, relying entirely on Jiang Xin and Shen An supporting him on either side.
Meanwhile, Jerry took advantage of Fu Yang losing control to easily navigate the curve, cross the finish line, and then slowly pull over not far away.
After getting out of the car and seeing the blood-streaked, disheveled Fu Yang, his face showed no guilt; instead, it carried the coldness of a successful scheme.
"It seems the title of President doesn't always equate to skill. Accidents on the track are always inevitable. My win."
"You bastard! You did that on purpose!" Jiang Xin's eyes were nearly splitting with rage as he pointed at Jerry and roared, about to rush forward to confront him.
Seeing this, Shen An and two other members quickly held him back with all their might.
"Brother Xin! Calm down!" Shen An lowered his voice, speaking urgently in Jiang Xin's ear. "These guys have no simple background abroad, and right now this is an 'exchange' event. If we actually start a fight and it gets reported to the higher-ups, it becomes an international dispute. We won't gain anything and it'll cause huge trouble for the club!"
Jiang Xin's chest heaved violently, his teeth grinding in fury, but Shen An's words forced him to suppress the urge to strike.
He could only glare at Jerry's group with eyes spitting fire.
As for Jiang Cheng, who had been maintaining a relaxed posture, the last trace of nonchalance completely vanished from his face after seeing Fu Yang being intentionally forced off the track resulting in a rollover injury, followed by Jerry's remorseless victory speech.
His gaze suddenly became as sharp as a blade, and a tangible chill emanated from him.
Though he didn't erupt in rage like Jiang Xin, his tightly pursed lips and the churning coldness deep in his eyes told those who knew him that he was truly incensed.
Feeling his muscles suddenly tense up, Jiang Churan instinctively hugged his arm tightly.
Seeing that Jiang Cheng could still maintain his incredible charm and an unquestionable aura of power even while enraged, Sarah's gaze fell upon him with even more heat.
Aside from racing, her usual hobby was conquering handsome men from various countries.
In her view, a man like Jiang Cheng was the type that felt rewarding to conquer.
Despite the dishonorable win, Jerry completely ignored Jiang Xin's anger.
After getting out of the car, he walked straight toward Sarah.
After high-fiving and cheering with the other team members, he saw Sarah staring at Jiang Cheng with the eyes of a predator, and a flash of jealousy crossed his eyes.
He then intentionally said loudly, "Sarah, stop looking. So what if the car is good? Just look at President Fu Yang to know. No matter how good the car is, you have to know how to drive. Even if it's the dark nights sound, a good car and a good driver are two different things."
Hearing Jerry say this, a bearded man beside them also grinned and said, "Captain, don't say that. Maybe this gentleman just likes collecting and doesn't want to get his 'artwork' dirty? After all, the track is dangerous. If even a bit of paint gets scratched off, it'll cost a fortune."
Sarah knew Jerry was jealous.
However, she didn't care, even looking at Jiang Cheng with a bit of pride.
She spoke up, "This dark nights sound... is indeed a beautiful 'artwork'. However, for a Hypercar of this level, if it's only for static viewing or slowly cruising through the city, it's really... well, a waste of its talent."
Hearing this, her bearded companion immediately took the hint.
He chimed in with an exaggerated tone, "Sarah is right! A car like this only reveals its true value in the hands of a real track master! Sarah, you've driven so many top supercars at the Nürburgring. From your professional perspective, if this car really hit the track, what's its potential?"
"The potential is huge, of course. However, the handling of a Hypercar is extremely complex, especially the stability during late-stage acceleration and high-speed cornering; it demands a lot from the driver. Without enough experience and courage, it's easy to... well, make a fool of yourself, or even encounter danger, just like President Fu did."
After saying this, she deliberately paused, finally revealing her true intentions.
"Sir, I wonder if you're interested in letting me help you 'test' the limit performance of this dark nights sound? I'm also very curious what kind of energy it can explode with under the control of a truly professional driver. Of course, if you're worried I'll break it, then forget it. After all... it's right to be careful with such an expensive car."
These words were blatant contempt and a provocation.
Not only did she imply Jiang Cheng might lack the ability to handle the car, but she also tried to use her status as a 'professional driver' to pressure him.
As if it would be an honor for the car to be driven by her.
The atmosphere on site instantly dropped to the freezing point.
The faces of the people on the HAC side became extremely ugly.
Jiang Xin was so angry he spat directly on the ground. "Bah! In your dreams! You think you can touch Brother Cheng's car?"
Shen An also had a cold face, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Miss Sarah, keep your 'professionalism' for yourself. You don't need to worry about our car."
Even Han Anning, who was dealing with those other guys, frowned upon hearing this and instinctively looked at Jiang Cheng.
Originally, Jiang Cheng hadn't planned to intervene, but since the words were directed at him, he wouldn't be polite.
"favorability value scanning system activated, retrieving target information."
[Name: Sarah]
[Age: 26]
[Height: 175 cm]
[charm: 80]
[figure: 88]
[Privacy: 128]
[favorability value: 70]
As the favorability system scanned, the Danger Perception Skill provided a prompt.
[Special Prompt: Chaotic private life, multiple recent records of unsafe sexual behavior, suffering from urethritis, and various complex fungi and bacteria. Please handle with caution...]
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng's waist instantly stiffened.
This... truly worthy of the bold customs abroad.
A faint smile played on the corners of Jiang Cheng's mouth.
He didn't directly answer Sarah's request about the car, but instead acted as if he had remembered something.
He spoke slowly in Chinese, "Oh, right. Fu Yang mentioned earlier that you are the 'Silverstone' team, here in China for an 'exchange'."
He emphasized the word 'exchange,' then his gaze swept meaningfully over Sarah and her male companions, his tone carrying a sense of sudden realization:
"I think I understand now. Your team is indeed very good at 'exchanges'."
"I just wonder... is what you're good at proper track exchanges?" He paused, lowering his voice slightly but ensuring the core people nearby could hear, his gaze falling on Sarah with a hint of playfulness. "Or... some not-so-proper, 'deep' exchanges?"
Sarah's Chinese level was clearly insufficient to fully grasp the double meaning of 'not-so-proper' and 'deep' here.
But she caught the playfulness on Jiang Cheng's face and the way the HAC members' expressions instantly turned strange.
Feeling it wasn't anything good, she frowned and instinctively asked in English, "What do you mean?"
Jiang Cheng chuckled and switched to English, his tone sounding very 'concerned,' though the sarcasm in his eyes was undisguised:
"I mean, my car has a very sensitive and noble lineage. It's picky about its drivers."
（My meaning is, my car has a very sensitive and noble 'lineage'. It is very picky about its drivers.）
He looked at Sarah, the corner of his mouth curving into a subtle arc, as if offering a 'kind' suggestion in passing:
"So, if you really want to 'feel' it... maybe you should go and check your UTI first? You know, just to be safe and... clean."
（So, if you really want to 'feel' it... perhaps you should go and treat your urethritis first? You know, for safety, and for... cleanliness.）
"UTI... What?!" Sarah didn't react at first, but she understood the term 'UTI'!
Her face instantly flushed red, then turned to a sickly pale green.
Wait! How did Jiang Cheng know she had a UTI?
And since Jiang Cheng said this in English, her companions heard it loud and clear.
In fact, the expressions of several members, including Jerry, were clearly very off.
Going from thinking Jiang Cheng was too abrupt to a sudden realization.
All their eyes were fixed tightly on Sarah.
No wonder she had been unwilling whenever the several of them looked for her lately.
So it was... wait, how did Jiang Cheng know?
Could Sarah and Jiang Cheng have...???
Sarah's face first went deathly pale from having her privacy exposed, then flooded with a humiliated flush.
She shrieked in rebuttal, "You! How dare you! What nonsense are you talking about!"
However, the one who could handle it even less than Sarah was Jerry.
He was the first to explode. He whipped his head around, staring at Sarah with eyes as sharp as knives.
His voice rose due to shock, anger, and a suspicion of betrayal: "UTI?! How would he know?! Sarah, you and him... when did you two..."
He had pursued Sarah for a long time, and she used to sleep with him occasionally.
But lately, he had been hitting a wall repeatedly, and he was already fuming.
So at this moment, Jiang Cheng's words were like a key, instantly opening the door of suspicion in his heart.
The bearded man was originally angry at Jiang Cheng's 'rudeness'.
But seeing Jerry looking at Sarah in rage, he was first stunned, then a weird expression surfaced on his face as well.
He looked at Sarah, then at Jerry, and instinctively blurted out, "Jerry, why are you reacting so strongly? Don't tell me you've also had something with Sarah..."
Hearing this, Jerry frowned and asked, "What do you mean 'also'? What are you saying?"
Seeing Jerry glaring at him, the bearded man immediately tried to clear himself, his eyes shifting to another tall, thin team member nearby who had also been involved with Sarah.
Seeing the bearded man sell him out, the tall, thin team member glared at him and then quickly averted his gaze.
His face also became extremely unnatural, his eyes flickering as he dared not look directly at Sarah or Jerry.
Jerry caught this unnatural expression from the tall, thin guy, and his heart skipped a beat. He pointed at him, "Alan! What's with that face?! Did you fucking also...?"
Being called out, Alan panicked and stammered, "I... I didn't! What nonsense are you talking!"
Jerry was now consumed by rage, feeling as if a green cloud was looming over his head. Regardless of the setting, he harshly interrogated Alan while also death-glaring Sarah.
Pushed to the limit, Alan retorted recklessly, "What about you, Jerry! Didn't you jump out immediately just now? Are you so angry because you think Sarah betrayed you, or because you think you've also been... also been implicated?!"
These words were undoubtedly the final fuse.
Jerry spun toward Sarah, his voice trembling with extreme anger and disbelief: "Sarah! Tell me! What the hell is going on?! Why does Jiang Cheng know?! Why are their reactions so weird?! Did you... did you simultaneously with us..."
He pointed at Alan and the bearded man, almost unable to finish his sentence, his face a complex mixture of disgust, anger, and humiliation.
Being questioned repeatedly and seeing the countless shocked, disdainful, or amused gazes around her, Sarah felt the world spinning. Her face burned as if she had been stripped naked in public.
She opened her mouth to defend herself, but found that any words were pale and powerless in the face of such a dramatic confrontation.
"I... I didn't! He's lying! How could he possibly know!! Today is the first time we've met him."
This absurd scene of internal strife, ignited by a single sentence from Jiang Cheng, left the HAC people stunned.
The anger on Jiang Xin's face had long since been replaced by dumbfounded shock.
He nudged Shen An beside him and whispered in a tone full of disbelief.
"I... holy crap... Brother Cheng... has he opened his third eye? He can even guess this correctly?!"
Shen An was also dazed. "This... is a lot of information. Judging by their reactions, Brother Cheng seems to have... actually hit the mark? But... how is that possible? Does Brother Cheng have connections in the medical system abroad? Or... can he read faces?"
His analysis was futile, eventually turning into a sigh of admiration: "Whatever! Either way, it's too fucking awesome! Let's see if they're still arrogant now!"
No one present thought that Jiang Cheng and Sarah had an intimate relationship.
The consensus was that Jiang Cheng had used some incomprehensible but extremely powerful method to strike his opponents with precision.
"Pfft—"
"Hahaha!"
"Holy shit! Brother Cheng is awesome!!"
"UTI?! Hahahaha!"
The HAC members, who had been suppressing their anger, finally burst into roars of laughter!
Even Fu Yang, with blood still seeping from his forehead, couldn't help but show a trace of a satisfied smile on his pale face.
Han Anning and the three Girls, though more reserved, couldn't help but cover their mouths and giggle softly.