The Urban Dao Child.

Inside the car, Yang Dao asked Atsuji, "Elder, are you really fine?"

Atsuji nodded with indifference. Yang Dao was surprised and asked, "Can I go faster then?"

The old man asked, "You can still go faster?"

Yang Dao nodded and said, "This is the first lap only, so I needed time to adjust since you are fine and can take the heat then I would like to go faster. If you don't mind. Or I can let you off at the starting line and then go on."

Atsuji was silent for a bit and then said, "It's okay, been a long time since this old man has felt so much excitement. Let's go. I would like to see how fast this vehicle can go. Don't worry, I have sat in a fighter jet once. I can deal with it." he assured Yang Dao to drive with no pressure in his mind. 

The boy was a simpleton and since his eyes were fixed on the road, he did not notice the elder already had a pale face. During the last set of turns, this guy almost called out for the gods in the heavens. Yang Dao accelerated even more. 

...

In the pit stop, several people had their hearts in their mouths. Beside Feng Yun, Ryu Jinshi, and Laohu Bai. Dillon also arranged for some expert car mechanics and technicians to attend to Yang Dao in case the need arises. Although his car was the fastest car in the world, it was still designed to be driven on the road and not the track. 

The cars running on the tracks always have a lower chassis, a few millimeters only. While road cars had a slightly higher ground clearance. Don't overlook the few millimeters. They can make a big difference. Dillon could not help but nod in appreciation when he saw that Yang Dao was so good at controlling.

One technician asked him in a low voice, "Boss, did you call over some professional driver?"

Judging by the performance, these guys all thought that it was a professional driver. Dillon snorted as he said, "Which professional driver would drive a car like this?"

The technicians were lost for words. Indeed, when someone is trained to do things in a certain way, they get used to it, and even subconsciously they would stop themselves from crossing that threshold. A professional driver was the same. They will break speed at turns and all those technicalities will be followed. 

Yang Dao was reckless. It was almost as if he did not know the concept of brakes in a vehicle. The technicians were all experts. They can see how the driver did not follow along the lines set by the professionals. It was as if a street racer took the tracks and is drag racing. 

Ryu Jinshi heard the technicians asking if the driver was a professional. he smiled faintly as he shook his head. He and Laohu Bai wanted to see how fast the kid can drive and if he can make the old man regret it.

...

Yang Dao had no hesitation in his actions and his car was like a glider on the asphalt. The graceful cornering, fast drift slides, sprints. All the maneuvers were controlled to the extreme. His actions were being noticed by an old technician. He muttered, "Micro Control?"

This was a term used in this world. Anyone who can push himself to the edge in the activity he is performing is called micro-control. This term defined an extremely thin line between absolute perfection and chaotic devastation. The people who can walk this line were the rarest of the rare. 

The old man's remark made the people such in a cold breath. Feng Yun turned to the old man and asked, "May I ask, who might you be, elder?"

The old man nodded and said, "My name is Viktor Dragunov. Former professional driver, now I serve here to teach some amateurs or some rich people who like to drive their vehicles to the utmost limit."

Feng Yun nodded. She asked, "What do you think about my brother's skills?"

Viktor replied, "Reckless, risky, and stupid." he did not hold back the criticism but after a pause, he continued, "He is bold, that is how a race should be. Yet again, every racer is. They may be the sanest people in the world but inside a car, they become beast tamers raging to tame the beast in their hands." by beasts he meant cars.

Laohu Bai spoke, "Old sir, what do you think? Can Yang Dao break the record of the fastest lap here?"

Viktor shook his head and said, "He just did." with that everyone shifted their gaze at the timer board. This board had a sensor that detected the vehicles running on the track and how much time they took for a lap. Yang Dao just completed the fastest lap ever on this circuit in 6 minutes, 34 seconds. 

This was a monster record. The best time here earlier was 8 minutes, 20 seconds. That was driven by the second fastest car in the world. The driver was the best professional in the city. Yang Dao, a kid, a street racer-style driver beat that guy and left him in the dust. This was a shock to everyone. 

Just as they asked Feng Yun some questions, a loud screech sounded outside the pit stop. Yang Dao had stopped the car. He got down and said, "Sister Yun, come here. Elder Atsuji fainted." his voice was filled with panic. 

He said, "I swear I asked him if he was okay and he insisted on it. He fainted during the triple turns. I drove him here as fast as I can." Feng Yun had already arrived next to the passenger seat and saw Atsuji passed out. She checked his pulse and sighed. She said to the panicked boy, "Young Master, do not worry, he just fainted from vertigo and extreme gravitational pull."

Laohu Bai on the other side started laughing wildly. She said, "I told him, but he did not believe me." her laughter echoed through the race track, probably.