"I am Yue Feng, let's just drop this matter. Can you give me some face?"
Ye Qiu looked at the young man in front of him, wearing black-rimmed glasses, with a scholarly look and distinct features, smiling at him.
"How about it?" Yue Feng, seeing Ye Qiu staring at him without speaking, asked with an even deeper smile.
Ye Qiu frowned. At this moment, beside him, Cheng Jie, having mumbled to himself after hearing Yue Feng's name, suddenly thought of something, and gave Yue Feng a deep look, then quietly tugged at Ye Qiu's arm.
Ye Qiu looked at Cheng Jie in confusion, only to see Cheng Jie glancing at Yue Feng and then whispered to Ye Qiu with a wary expression, "Ye Qiu, this Yue Feng isn't simple, his father might be the county magistrate of our Z County."
"The county magistrate's son?" Ye Qiu looked in surprise at Yue Feng, who wore black-rimmed glasses and appeared cultured and refined.
Looking at Yue Feng's gentle smile, Ye Qiu glanced at Wang Long, hesitated for a moment, then nodded to Yue Feng, "Alright, I'll give you this face."
"Thank you!" Upon hearing Ye Qiu agree, a glint appeared in Yue Feng's eyes behind the black-rimmed glasses, his smile deepening, as he extended his hand to Ye Qiu, "Let's reintroduce ourselves, I'm Yue Feng."
"Ye Qiu."
Ye Qiu extended his hand and shook Yue Feng's, the interaction between them was harmonious, but just then a dissonant voice rang out, "You call yourself Ye Qiu? Hmph, still boasting even now; you think by saying you're Ye Qiu, I would believe you're the Ye Qiu who defeated my boss Wang Jie?"
Ye Qiu turned to look at Wang Long, who was startled by Ye Qiu's gaze and took a step back, "What do you want to do? Still thinking of making a move after being exposed? Hmph, you can fight a bit, but who knows if your driving skills are as good as your boasting."
"Too much nonsense."
Ye Qiu, seeing Wang Long babbling on, suddenly felt his suppressed flame burst forth and was about to make a move when Yue Feng spoke up, "In that case, why don't we three have a race?"
Ye Qiu and Wang Long both turned their eyes to Yue Feng.
Yue Feng adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and smiled, "Since you two have grievances, and I see Ye Qiu you also play with cars, why don't we settle it in a race?"
Ye Qiu frowned and fell silent; it was already 4:30, and he needed to hurry back to get his car and deliver goods to H City.
Seeing Ye Qiu silent, Wang Long thought Ye Qiu was scared and sneered, "I have no problem, just wonder if someone who boasts so much dares to challenge."
Yue Feng chuckled and looked at Ye Qiu, "What do you think, Ye Qiu? Shall we have some fun together?"
Just as Ye Qiu was about to speak, Cheng Jie tugged at his arm again, concerned, "Ye Qiu, I think we should forget it. It's fine to boast a bit, but don't really race, that Wang Long, as I understand, is a C-level driver and very strong, plus they often race on this Minshan Expressway, they're quite familiar with it..."
"A C-level driver?"
Upon hearing Cheng Jie's words, Ye Qiu sneered internally; "The system already classifies him as a D-level driver, and in external evaluations, his current skill is at least SSS, even at the level of the Bronze Chariot King, why would he fear a mere C-level driver.
Moreover, they're familiar with the Minshan Expressway, but isn't Ye Qiu familiar?
In terms of familiarity, if Ye Qiu claims he's the second most familiar, who dares claim to be the first?
"Brother Long, how long did it take you last to run the Minshan Expressway?"
"Oh, you forgot? Brother Long recently broke his previous record of running the Minshan Expressway in 1 hour and 27 minutes, now his modified Lamborghini, closing into Level 2 racing cars, if he runs again, it'll at least be several fold faster, roughly 1 hour and 10 minutes to finish."
"1 hour and 10 minutes, really? Brother Long now is that strong? Probably running the Minshan Expressway in all of H City, except for a few powerful figures like the captain, no one else can surpass Brother Long."
While Cheng Jie was persuading Ye Qiu not to compete, Wang Long's underlings seemed to try and intimidate Ye Qiu by talking loudly among themselves, as if afraid Ye Qiu wouldn't hear.
"1 hour and 10 minutes? My god, is that even human?"
Cheng Jie, upon hearing that Wang Long only took 1 hour and 10 minutes to complete the Minshan Expressway, was shocked, heart pounding; he needs over two hours at high speed, while Wang Long was almost an hour faster.
Glancing at the haughty, self-confident Wang Long, Cheng Jie swallowed nervously and hurriedly urged Ye Qiu, "Ye Qiu, don't race, you can't beat him, let's not seek humiliation; don't worry, if you admit defeat and come home with me, I won't tell anyone about this."
Hearing Wang Long completed the full Minshan Expressway in 1 hour and 10 minutes using a Level 2 car, Ye Qiu was internally sneering; he had just broken his own record with his pickup, finishing in 39 minutes, and was inwardly contemptuous when he heard Cheng Jie's words.
Although Cheng Jie didn't believe in him, Ye Qiu wasn't angry, knowing Cheng Jie meant well, he smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, fat man, I got this."
"Ye Qiu you..."
"Trust me..."
Cheng Jie, seeing Ye Qiu's determined expression, sighed, and finally nodded, "Alright then."
"Hey, hey, have you guys decided yet? Will you race or not? If you keep dawdling, it'll be daylight soon; if you're too scared to race, just come over and say so, and maybe I'll be happy..."
"I'll race you..."
Ye Qiu interrupted Wang Long's taunts.
Seeing Ye Qiu agree, Yue Feng, who had been waiting patiently on the side, had a sharp gleam in his eyes beneath his black-rimmed glasses. He smiled and nodded, then got into his McLaren, started the engine, and prepared for the race.
"Ha, you actually agreed... Just wait and see how I'll destroy you later." Upon seeing Ye Qiu agree, Wang Long sneered inwardly, then rolled his eyes and said, "It seems a little pointless to just race without a bet."
Ye Qiu knew Wang Long had bad intentions, trying to deal with him, so he nodded, "Indeed, it does."
Wang Long frowned, feeling something was off about Ye Qiu's confident expression, but then he shook his head and said without much thought, "Good, since you agree, let's raise the stakes. Whoever loses must kneel and apologize to the winner, how about that?"
"Sure, I agree."
"Agree?"
Wang Long initially thought Ye Qiu would hesitate or refuse, but he did not expect such a straightforward agreement, which made him feel something was off.
"Ye Qiu, can you really win?" Cheng Jie, who was listening nearby, was anxious about the stakes involving kneeling and addressing the winner as 'grandfather.' Such humiliation would leave a lasting scar if he lost.
"Trust me." Ye Qiu smiled at Cheng Jie, then turned to Wang Long and said, "Just kneeling feels like too small a bet. How about, besides making the loser kneel and call the winner 'grandfather,' we also bet the loser's car?"
"Ye Qiu, are you crazy?" Cheng Jie was stunned upon hearing Ye Qiu's proposal.
Both Wang Long and his underlings were taken aback, even Yue Feng sitting in the Lamborghini glanced at Ye Qiu, pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, and smirked at the corner of his mouth.
"Dare or not?" Ye Qiu asked.
Wang Long looked at Ye Qiu's confident expression, his heart pounding.
"Brother Long, bet with him. We're racing on Minshan Expressway, there's no way you can't win, right?"
"Yeah, Brother Long, you've raced Minshan Expressway for many years, and with your newly modified car, how could you not absolutely crush the opponent?"
Wang Long, who had been hesitating, heard his sidekick's words and immediately felt a surge of confidence. He nodded fiercely and said to Ye Qiu, "Alright, I agree. But... if you lose, what car are you betting? Don't tell me it's that Ford Mustang you've got, its value isn't even a fraction of my 5-million Lamborghini!"
"Then what do you propose?" Ye Qiu frowned.
Just as Wang Long was about to say something, Yue Feng came out of his McLaren MP4-12C, pointed to his car, and said, "This McLaren MP4-12C is worth 5.2 million. I'll use it as Ye Qiu's bet. If Ye Qiu loses, the car's yours."
As Yue Feng's words fell, everyone was dumbfounded, while Ye Qiu glanced at Yue Feng, filled with confusion about why he was helping him.
Yue Feng smiled at Ye Qiu and said, "This McLaren MP4-12C was modified by me for nearly 6 million, don't lose it for me, or I'll cry..."
Upon hearing Yue Feng's words, Ye Qiu frowned, and then Wang Long spoke up, "Young Master Yue, what do you mean? The race is between us, you don't have to get involved, and you're just giving your McLaren MP4-12C as a bet?"
"My car, my decision. Who says you can't lend a car?" Yue Feng said.
Upon hearing this, Wang Long frowned, then sneered, "In that case, thank you Young Master Yue. I'll take good care of your McLaren MP4-12C when I get it, and if you want it back, just say the word and I'll return it to you."
"Ha, who's going to win or lose is still uncertain." Yue Feng laughed and looked at Ye Qiu, "You see, your opponent is very arrogant, so you..."
"Don't worry, you lent me a McLaren MP4-12C, later I'll return you a Lamborghini. I don't like to owe favors."
Ye Qiu directly interrupted Yue Feng, who was taken aback and then shook his head.
Wang Long, seeing Ye Qiu so confident and even wanting to win a Lamborghini for Yue Feng, was furious but didn't say anything more. Instead, he got into his Lamborghini and said to Ye Qiu, "Kid, let's race on Minshan Expressway, see who gets to the H City entrance first, how about that?"
Ye Qiu nodded, then checked the time which was already 4:40, and secretly thought to himself, "Damn, if I'm slower, I'll be late for the delivery."
After checking the time, Ye Qiu told Wang Long to wait a moment, ran to his Ford Mustang, and drove towards home with Cheng Jie.
"Where's that kid going? Don't tell me he's chickening out at the last minute?" Wang Long mocked as he watched the Ford Mustang disappear.
Yue Feng sat on the hood of his McLaren, staring in the direction where the Ford Mustang had vanished, a frown on his face.
Wang Long saw Yue Feng's furrowed brow, a sneer flashed in his eyes, and said, "Young Master Yue, it seems you've picked the wrong person, that kid bailed at the last minute. In that case, let's forget the bet, and I can't really take your McLaren."
Yue Feng heard Wang Long's words and frowned even deeper, showing disappointment in his eyes as he looked in the direction the Ford Mustang had gone. Shaking his head, he was about to leave.
Just as Yue Feng's hand touched his car door, ready to leave disappointed in himself for misjudging the person, a sudden sound of brake drifting came from afar, causing Yue Feng to pause.
When he looked up, he saw a white iconic pickup truck drifting around the curve and heading towards him. With a glance through the car lights, he recognized Ye Qiu at the driver's seat and showed surprise under his black-rimmed glasses.
"What is this guy doing? Is he really racing with this car? If Ye Qiu wins against Wang Long with a classic pickup, then things will get interesting," Yue Feng thought.