Chapter 114: Sailing into a Dead End

Xiao Yao was taken aback by Mo Shu’s question and replied, “Well, it should be possible, but...”

Mo Shu knew exactly what Xiao Yao was about to say—that no one had ever planned to drive a car through this passage before.

After all, the passage was only three meters wide, flanked on both sides by walls over three meters high, isolating it from the outside world. The width of the car itself was nearly two meters, leaving just about fifty centimeters on either side. Opening the doors to get out would be difficult enough, not to mention the serpentine twists and, worst of all, two consecutive right-angle turns that seemed impossible for any vehicle to navigate.

However, Mo Shu was no ordinary driver, though unfortunately, no one here had witnessed his true skill.

Some crew members scoffed when they overheard Mo Shu’s suggestion.

They considered Mo Shu’s plan nothing more than fantasy. From the moment the passage was designed, their TV station team had addressed this very issue. Some had even consulted friends in architecture to ensure that this passage could not be traversed by any vehicle.

“Mo Shu, this passage wasn’t designed for cars. I suggest you don’t even try,” Xiao Yao warned with concern.

“I want to give it a shot. After all, I am a driver,” Mo Shu insisted.

“Mr. Mo, if you drive in and can’t get out, your team will have to forfeit, and Miss Lin will be dragged into this as well,” the assistant director interjected, clearly hoping Mo Shu would back down.

“Yeah, I know. But what if I actually make it through? You have to count my score then,” Mo Shu said seriously, negotiating with the production team.

“Alright, your score will count if you insist on trying,” Xiao Yao finally agreed, curious to see just how capable Mo Shu really was.

With the chief director’s approval, the assistant director couldn’t object further. Since Mo Shu wanted to challenge it, they would let him try. If the car got stuck midway, caught in a dilemma with no way forward or back, they wouldn’t say they hadn’t warned him.

Seeing the production team’s acceptance, Mo Shu quickly ran to the car, pressed the accelerator, and drove straight to the pile of corn.

“You’re really going to complete the task by driving the car?” Miss Lin straightened up, disbelief plain on her face.

“Yeah, don’t bother loading the flatbed. Load everything into the car instead, and we can handle a thousand pounds of corn in one go!” Mo Shu said, opening the rear doors and trunk, stuffing a sack of corn inside as he spoke.

He estimated that each sack weighed about seventy to eighty pounds, so just over ten sacks would total a thousand pounds. The back seat and trunk combined should hold them all comfortably.

Though Miss Lin doubted Mo Shu’s ability to complete the task by driving, she glanced at the other teams, especially the King Team, who had completed about two-thirds of the task. Meanwhile, Mo Shu’s team, the Shadow God Team, hadn’t even started a single delivery.

Being so far behind left them no choice but to try a desperate gamble. Miss Lin decided to trust Mo Shu this once—at least for this attempt.

With Miss Lin’s reluctant approval, Mo Shu quickly lifted sack after sack, efficiently loading them into the car. Miss Lin, determined not to be outdone, carried the heavy sacks herself, displaying a rare strength and poise that befitted a leading actress, unapologetically defying any notion of female fragility.

Before long, the thousand pounds of corn were securely loaded. Mo Shu slammed the trunk shut, closed the doors firmly, and gestured for Miss Lin to take the passenger seat.

“Don’t you want me to watch from outside?” Miss Lin asked, concerned. She usually drove herself and knew that navigating this narrow passage would be impossible for anyone but a skilled driver like Mo Shu.

“No need. Get in!” Mo Shu replied confidently.

“All right,” Miss Lin said, choosing to trust him completely.

At that moment, the two elite drivers from the King Team returned to point A, ready for their final delivery. They saw Mo Shu and Miss Lin preparing to drive through the passage and couldn’t help but break out in cold sweats and grimaces.

“Seriously? This young guy is thinking the same way I did?” said Zhang, the King, who had a passion for racing as a hobby. He had initially considered driving through as well but dismissed the idea immediately after seeing the narrow passage. It was simply impossible.

“They say the kid’s driving skills are incredible, but I still don’t believe he can squeeze through such a narrow route,” Zheng the Lion reassured Zhang. Those two right-angle turns alone were enough to stop anyone in their tracks.

Director Xiao Yao called out loudly as Mo Shu prepared to begin his challenge: “Crane arm! Drone ready! Capture the entire car’s progress from above!”

The cameramen hurriedly adjusted their equipment, focusing intently on Mo Shu and Miss Lin’s black sedan.

Staff and the live audience crowded around the monitors, eager to witness whether Mo Shu could pull off a stunning comeback.

The atmosphere grew tense. Regardless of whether they supported or doubted Mo Shu, everyone’s attention focused on the temporarily formed Shadow God Team.

Inside the car, Mo Shu’s expression was calm and composed, in stark contrast to the charged atmosphere outside. Having competed in major ERC events, this narrow passage was hardly a challenge for him.

He and Miss Lin nodded firmly to each other as he switched the car’s automatic transmission to manual mode.

First gear for the entire stretch—no fear of stalling, just slow and steady. This was Mo Shu’s simple but effective strategy.

Releasing the brake, Mo Shu let the car roll forward at idle. The initial straight path was easy to handle; even an average driver accustomed only to civilian cars could manage this section without difficulty.

When it came to the bends, Mo Shu applied the brakes carefully. Each turn was just wide enough for the car to pass, but any slight miscalculation would scrape the paint or dent the body.

Mo Shu was cautious—though the car was sponsored and provided free of charge, he didn’t want to finish the task with a battered vehicle and damage his own reputation.

Before long, the first half was completed smoothly. The black sedan maintained about fifteen kilometers per hour, much faster than walking and saving considerable effort.

Miss Lin relaxed slightly, impressed by Mo Shu’s precise control and beginning to appreciate his exceptional skill.

But her moment of ease was short-lived. Suddenly, Mo Shu slammed the brakes, snapping her back into tension.

They had reached the two consecutive right-angle turns—like two capital letter L’s, one inverted, connected end to end.

“Mo Shu, how are you planning to get through? It looks absolutely impossible,” Miss Lin peered anxiously around, feeling utterly helpless.

Most people would simply turn the wheel hard and hope for the best, only to have the front of the car slam into the brick wall or get wedged between the walls, trapped with no way out.

Mo Shu initially tried this conventional method, steering hard left to get the front past the opposite wall. Once the front cleared, the B-pillar—between the front and rear left doors—was no more than ten centimeters from the corner.

Ten centimeters was far too tight to proceed further; the car would undoubtedly scrape and get stuck.

If that happened, Mo Shu would need a crane to get the car out or have the construction crew break down the wall to free it.

“Heh, let him show off. I want to see how Mo Shu plans to save himself today,” the assistant director muttered quietly, already predicting from the aerial footage that one more step forward would doom Mo Shu to an inescapable trap.