Chapter Sixty-Five: The God of Speed

“Now, we will introduce the members of the Divine Team one by one,” the host continued.

“The team manager, Mr. Wang Yu!”

“Woo~~~” Once again, there was little applause. Wang Yu forced a smile, masking his helplessness.

“The team consultant, Fernando Ken Ruslein!”

Suddenly, the audience fell silent. They had recognized the familiar uncle for some time, but had hesitated to confirm his identity.

“Hello, racing fans!” Ruslein, seasoned and composed, remained unfazed by the lack of cheers. He removed his racing cap and gave the fans a slight bow.

“Whoa! Red hair! It's really Ruslein! The King of Rally!” The crowd erupted; everyone knew that iconic fiery hair.

“Wow! Sage of the Six Realms! Ruslein!”

“Oh oh oh! The legend himself, weren’t you retired?”

“My god! What a surprise, to see Ruslein in person. I’ve been a fan for years and never got to meet him!”

“The Divine Team is so impressive! How did they manage to recruit the legend?”

Because of Ruslein’s presence, the venue descended into chaos, almost to the point of losing control. People shouted and discussed fervently, and the host could no longer capture their attention.

“Everyone, please quiet down for a moment so we can proceed with the opening ceremony!” Seeing the situation, Ruslein took the microphone from the host and announced loudly.

“Shh~~~” The crowd fell silent. Such was the power, such was the effect, of the Sage of the Six Realms!

“My friends, I understand your excitement at meeting Ruslein, for I am also a fan of the great master. But let us calm down and continue with the introduction segment of the opening ceremony,” the host pressed on. “Now, I will proudly introduce the drivers and navigators of the Divine Team!”

At that moment, Roger and his fiancée, Liu Ting, standing among the audience, were utterly stunned.

Liu Ting had seen Mo Shu’s recent posts in her circle of friends, but as someone not interested in racing, she struggled to interpret the photos. Images of modified garages, racing tracks, and busy team staff all seemed grand and impressive to her, yet she didn’t realize that these scenes belonged to a world most people could never witness firsthand.

Only the many photos of Mo Shu with his RT500 caught her attention for a long time. That car! So dazzling!

Liu Ting remembered Mo Shu saying he was a driver. Drivers posing with cars was normal enough, but who would hire a chauffeur to drive a supercar? Aren’t supercars just toys for the wealthy? It made no sense to her, so she messaged him early one morning to find out.

To her surprise, Mo Shu didn’t reply for a long time, so she sent him a sticker—and he deleted her! It was the first time this wealthy girl had ever been removed from someone’s contacts.

Well, Mo Shu, you dare delete me? I’ll get to the bottom of this gossip!

People are strange: the more you are kept in the dark, the more you want to know!

Fortunately, Liu Ting had saved a photo of the RT500 to her phone. When she showed it to her fiancé Roger, he let out an awkward “uh,” swallowed hard, and his expression stiffened. After looking at it for a while, he forced a laugh and dismissed it, saying Mo Shu likely ran into someone else’s supercar on the street and took a photo out of curiosity—a tired trick for showing off in social media.

Liu Ting nodded thoughtfully. It was, after all, a common occurrence in their world.

However, Roger’s explanation could only fool those who neither understood nor cared about cars. The RT500’s doors were wide open in the photo, suggesting the owner was either Mo Shu or a friend. Mo Shu, bold as ever, had one foot on the engine cover, arms crossed, striking a pose—this was the real reason for Roger’s earlier stiff expression.

Even if it were a friend’s car, or even a sibling’s, you wouldn’t dare step on the engine cover for a photo. Roger knew just how much that engine cover was worth—it could easily buy his own executive sedan several times over.

So there were only two possibilities: Mo Shu was a reckless fool begging for trouble, or the RT500 belonged to him.

Roger began to regret how he’d treated Mo Shu. He was worrying about meeting this month’s insurance quota for his company, and now he’d managed to offend a potential wealthy client. Frustrating! Why are there more and more people hiding their true selves these days!

There was no chance of winning Mo Shu back, so Roger stopped thinking about it. His mind was on today’s ERC opening race.

But who would have thought that Mo Shu, the “persistent ghost,” would turn up at the event—standing in the Divine Team lineup, no less.

Could it be? Was Mo Shu the team’s official driver? Liu Ting and Roger wracked their brains, trying to imagine what positions a racing team might have.

Quickly, they listened intently as the host introduced Mo Shu.

“Ladies and gentlemen, some of you may have already heard or seen the Divine Team’s promotional slogan! Allow me to share with you the most familiar core phrase from their slogan: the Four Main Gods!

First, our God of Control, Wang Qing!”

“Clap clap clap!” Applause, far more enthusiastic than before, perhaps because the audience had seen Ruslein join the Divine Team.

“Second, the God of Versatility, Geng Hua!”

“Oh oh…” Though the audience didn’t know him, they cheered anyway.

“Third, a beautiful navigator, the Goddess of Protection, Wang Yining!”

“Quack quack quack!” A beauty, after all—everyone loves beautiful things!

“And finally, the one I wish to introduce with great honor: renowned in China, winner of the GTCC annual championship in his rookie year, one of Ruslein’s last disciples, bearing the title of God of Speed—Mo!!! Shu!!!”

“Wow! Welcome to Europe!”

“Is it true? Ruslein’s last disciple?”

“The final disciple is that formidable? Does he fully inherit Ruslein’s driving style? That’s thrilling!”

“Mo Shu! I’ll remember that name! Has he already won championships?”

“So exciting! I wonder if he’ll amaze us in the ERC!”

The crowd burst into cheers and lively discussion, even surpassing the enthusiasm shown for Ruslein.

Not a driver, but a racer?

Not only a racer, but the God of Speed?

Moreover, Ruslein’s last disciple?

Liu Ting and Roger, who had been dumbfounded moments before, were now completely stunned.

“Are we blind?” The two exchanged glances and sighed, each beginning to calculate their own schemes.