The Ending

Scene 1: A Glimpse of Hope

"Feng'er, are you serious?"

Under Xiao Liji's urging, Zhuifeng's excitement was rekindled. He nodded earnestly. "Yes! Big Brother Wang says that if the genetic modification project they're working on succeeds, it won't just solve CML—even AIDS won't be a problem."

"This... Am I dreaming?" Xiao Liji's expression froze in disbelief.

Perhaps this was karma. If it weren't for his mother's countless contributions to the country, if she hadn't helped Big Brother Wang overcome their technical hurdles, and if her status wasn't so extraordinary, even if the research succeeded, he wouldn't have had access to its benefits.

Scene 2: Nostalgia and Revelations

Unable to escape his memories of racing, Liu Tang found himself unable to sleep in Beijing on the night of the Olympics. As if guided by an invisible hand, he ended up at an underground racetrack.

There, he unexpectedly ran into several familiar faces—Zhao Jie, Yaoyao, Xu Nianran, Maji, and others—friends he hadn't seen since college. It turned out they'd all been living in the same city and even attended the same campus without ever crossing paths.

They decided to catch up at a quieter spot, but this "reunion" was more than just reminiscing. Both Zhao Jie and Xu Nianran were after answers. Was the legendary racer, Wind God, truly the same Feng-ge from Zhao Jie's childhood?

Speculation swirled. For some, the answer brought joy; for others, sorrow.

Zhao Jie, delighted, failed to notice the complicated looks on Yaoyao and Xu Nianran's faces—or the tension on Liu Tang's.

So, the boss raced for Zhao Jie's sake? Yaoyao felt hollow. This unexpected gathering no longer seemed like a happy coincidence.

He... he really is him? Xu Nianran slumped into her chair. The man she liked turned out to be the one who had a childhood promise with her best friend. Years of anticipation suddenly dissolved into uncertainty.

The gathering ended awkwardly.

The next day, however, a bombshell shook the racing world—Wind God has returned!

Scene 3: The Return of the Wind God

Not long after the group left, Zhuifeng and his companions arrived at the same track. It was the home base of Song Jinhui, one of the racing legends.

The crowd's fervor reignited Zhuifeng's passion, but he knew he couldn't return to that world—not yet. Just as he was about to leave, his identity was exposed.

This time, it wasn't as "Zhuifeng," but as the Wind God, a near-mythical figure in China's racing history.

Since the Nuwa Cup had been suspended for the Olympics, underground racing was thriving again, drawing challengers from all over the world. The underground racing scene had undergone a significant transformation under the guidance of the government and the Oriental Group. Gambling and other illegal activities had been completely eradicated, leaving behind only a pure pursuit of glory—the honor of being a racer. Even though it was still underground racing, who could guarantee that these racers wouldn't one day enter the professional scene? Many even hoped to join the elite ranks of drivers sponsored by the Oriental Group.

To achieve this, however, a racer needed more than just skill. Their background—both personal and professional—had to be clean. The Oriental Group's strict standards and influence over all domestic racing clubs ensured that the racing scene in China was unprecedentedly clean and ethical. Though China's best result in last year's international racing league was only second place, even the top racing organizations in Europe and America couldn't help but applaud the professionalism and integrity of China's racing environment.

With the Olympics taking place in Beijing, the city had become a hub for talent from around the world, including the racing scene. For racers, the spotlight naturally fell on Song Jinhui, the reigning "God."

However, as a member of the National Security Bureau, Song Jinhui had been absent from the racing scene for a while. His prolonged absence had led his fans to handle the waves of challengers in his place. When he finally appeared, challengers from both home and abroad swarmed to seize their chance.

Zhuifeng initially had no interest in getting involved, but he froze in his tracks when he spotted a familiar figure—the man who had once held Zhao Jie in his arms: Wu Hao.

Among the challengers were renowned racers from abroad, such as Germany's Hadleys and other world-famous names. However, it was a Japanese racer named Hachiryu who drew Xiao Liji's attention. In the current racing world, Japanese racers were the least welcome. Not because of national prejudice, but because of the disgraceful, underhanded tactics used in a race against Zhuifeng years ago.

At Xiao Liji's suggestion, Song Jinhui accepted Hachiryu's challenge, citing the racer's provocative comments as justification.

The challenge, however, presented two major issues:

First, the number of participants.

It wasn't just domestic racers eager to challenge Song Jinhui; there were also four or five foreign contenders. While the track was up to professional standards, it was still part of Beijing's public roads. Having so many racers compete at once could easily endanger the public, and closing the road was out of the question. This was one of Beijing's main thoroughfares, bustling with Olympic visitors. It wouldn't do to tarnish the country's reputation in front of international guests.

Second, the car and driver issue.

Song Jinhui's vehicle wasn't his usual ride but a standard bulletproof sedan. Though its engine was decent, it wasn't suited for racing. What's more, Zhuifeng's casual remarks had unintentionally added to Song Jinhui's anxiety—he realized this race wasn't just about testing the Japanese racer's mettle. It had become a matter of national pride. Winning was the only option.

As Song Jinhui hesitated, Zhuifeng stepped forward and offered to take his place.

Unbeknownst to everyone, Zhuifeng had his own reasons for stepping in. His ultimate goal was to humiliate Wu Hao, finally venting years of pent-up frustration. After Zhuifeng's persistent pleas, Xiao Liji reluctantly agreed to let him take over.

Just as Zhuifeng prepared to race in the bulletproof sedan, the second-place winner of the Nuwa Cup International League arrived unexpectedly. Everyone thought the lineup would change yet again, but to their surprise, the racer—displaying incredible sportsmanship—offered their car to Zhuifeng.

"Sportsmanship like a man?"

Not quite—the racer was a woman.

Zhuifeng's expression grew complicated as he accepted the car keys. It wasn't that he didn't know her; on the contrary, they'd grown quite familiar over the years. The awkward part was her identity—she was his fiancée, part of an arranged marriage made when they were children. The idea of an engagement like this still felt absurd to him, but there she was: Shuangshuang, the very woman who had once saved his life.

Although Zhuifeng hadn't raced in three years, and the car—a DTM-spec Mercedes C-Class—was unfamiliar to him, he approached the challenge with utmost seriousness. While his goal was to get back at Wu Hao, he gave his full effort, ensuring the car adapted to him rather than the other way around.

As Zhuifeng warmed up with the car, Hadleys and the other international racers observed with mild interest. His skills were good, but not particularly shocking—painting unique marks on the asphalt with his tires was a neat trick, but nothing extraordinary for top-tier racers.

That changed the moment Zhuifeng came to a stop. The crowd's reaction stunned the foreign racers.

With the help of a translator, they quickly learned the truth: this unassuming driver was none other than the legendary Wind God of Chinese racing.

Zhuifeng, still seated in the car, was confused by the commotion. Only later did he learn that the distinctive mark he casually created during a race in Chongqing years ago had become his trademark. Seeing that mark reappear now was a clear signal to his fans—the Wind God was back, and he was ready to dominate once again.

Realizing the stature of their opponent, Hadleys and an American racer immediately withdrew from the race. Their decision wasn't one of cowardice, but respect.

"A race of this caliber belongs on the professional circuit," Hadleys said. "Even if this is one of the more organized underground races." His words implied that they would meet again in an official league. With that, the foreign racers departed.

Zhuifeng didn't mind—he knew he couldn't compete in official leagues anyway.

And so, the long-awaited race commenced.

In the end, the Japanese racer could only bow his head in silence, acknowledging his loss.

"I really am no match for him." Wu Hao, who had entered the racing world solely to defeat Zhuifeng, left the track dejected.

"Hasn't the young master been off the track for three years?"

Shuangshuang smirked. "This is the first time he's driven this car, too."

Song Jinhui nearly collapsed in disbelief. An unfamiliar car, an unfamiliar track, and three years of inactivity—yet Zhuifeng managed to dominate the race, leaving the others at least three car lengths behind without breaking a sweat.

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