Chapter 511 Must Be a Fake

This Lin Yan was completely nakedly humiliating Yeva. Instead of driving in at the finish line, he got out of the car to check the condition of the car.

At this point, what else is there to check?

Just step on the accelerator and the red car driven by Lin Yan will enter the finish line and win the race.

When the silver vehicle driven by the impostor caught up from behind, Lin Yan slowly opened the door, got into the driver's seat again, lightly stepped on the accelerator, and instantly crossed the finish line.

The moment the red racing car crossed the finish line, except for the roar of the two racing cars, there was no sound at all.

Wei Xufeng stared blankly at the two racing cars at the finish line.

His boss, Yeva, the god of death on the track, lost to that Lin Yan...

Is this possible?

But seeing is believing, so how can we explain the situation on the track?

Now, Lin Yan didn't look at the silver car parked aside. After getting off the car, he returned to the competition venue.

"Sister Yan, wow...how did you do it? You actually beat Yeva, the god of death on the track! I'm not dreaming, it's too exaggerated!"

Seeing Lin Yan return, Pei Yutang was filled with excitement and hurriedly spoke to Lin Yan.

Hearing the sound, Lin Yan smiled slightly and said, "That's right, I just ran around casually. I didn't expect to win against a legend like Yeva, the god of death on the track... It seems that I should be a racing prodigy that is rare in thousands of years."

"Hmph, there is absolutely no way you can beat my boss, unless the one below is fake!" Suddenly, Qi Shaoyuan looked at Lin Yan and said.

Immediately, Lin Yan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an inexplicable smile, "Actually, the reason is very simple...just two points."

"What two points?" Pei Yutang asked.

"First point, I did beat Yeva, the god of death on the track. I am better than Yeva. I am a racing wizard." Lin Yan said.

"What about the second point?" Qi Shaoyuan asked.

"The second point?" Lin Yan shrugged his shoulders, "The one below is fake. Either I am better than Yeva, or I beat a fake Yeva. Is there a third explanation?"

"Fake?!"

Obviously, after a brief period of astonishment, everyone present was more inclined to Lin Yan's second point.

If you really say that the woman in front of you is better than Yeva, the God of Death, it would be an international joke.

But the Yeva below did lose the game. This is a fact and indisputable. In this case, she must be a fake!

"Lin Shuya, what's going on!"

Suddenly, Wei Xufeng's eyes fell on Lin Shuya.

"No, it's not me. That person is indeed Ms. Yeva. Please listen to my explanation!" Lin Shuya frowned.

Hearing this, Lin Yan nodded and said, "Don't worry, please give her a chance to quibble."

Qi Shaoyuan: "..."

Pei Yutang: "..."

At this moment, Lin Shuya's eyes showed a cold light.

Could it be that that Yeva is really a fake? ! Otherwise, how could he not be able to outrun Lin Yan!

But soon, Lin Shuya calmed down again.

Even if it is really a fake, there is a remedy.

As long as the counterfeiter refuses to acknowledge it, saying it is because of the recurrence of old injuries...

Immediately, Lin Yan shouted towards the silver racing car at the finish line, "Ms. Yeva, we have called the police. We suspect that you are not Yeva at all. We hope you can explain clearly."

However, as Lin Yan finished speaking, the silver racing car suddenly hit the accelerator. In just a blink of an eye, the silver racing car rushed out of the venue!