Chapter 356 - 344: Iron Fist
The roads were sparse with vehicles in the wee hours, allowing Yang Yi to race through the streets of London to his heart’s content.
Yang Yi’s dream was to become a racecar driver. Of course, that was his dream in the past, and now he could be considered half a racecar driver since he had been driving professional karts since he was young.
After returning to his home country from the United Kingdom, he hadn’t touched a car for quite some time, but once he had the means to buy one and indeed did so, he immediately got himself a racing driver’s license.
Yang Yi obtained a Class C racing license, the highest-level racing license he could get locally.
Many keyboard warriors or street racing savants are under the illusion that if they were given a racecar, they could triumph on an F1 track. Unfortunately, when it comes to racing, the advantage of professionals over amateurs isn’t just "trouncing"; it’s a complete and utter annihilation.
Most people can’t even begin to comprehend the rigorous training a professional race driver must undergo to hit the track. Driving on standard roads is a completely different ballgame from racing, and weaving in and out of traffic at sixty or seventy doesn’t prove one’s driving skills are high, it just proves one drives recklessly and irritatingly, nothing more.
But Yang Yi, he had already stepped one foot over the threshold into the race driving world.
Yang Yi never sought flashiness; he pursued speed and efficiency. He knew how to drift, but he would never use such techniques to take corners when chasing speed.
Xiao Ran had already witnessed Yang Yi’s driving skills, but for Kate, this was the first time seeing Yang Yi drive without any reservations, in a car that was capable enough to leverage his skills.
Therefore, after letting out a few screams while sitting in the passenger seat, Kate started feeling motion sick.
"Stop the car! Ugh... stop the car!"