Chapter 67: Handsome, Can I Be Your Girl?

“Holy crap, what car is that? So cool.”

“A Maserati? Nah, Maserati doesn’t have this model.”

“Damn, I’ve driven tons of sick rides, but this is the first time seeing a beast like this. It’s powerful.”

As Tang Chen’s Extravagant Battle Car stopped, the rich kids instantly crowded around. They pointed at Tang Chen’s ride like a bunch of country bumpkins.

The door automatically swung open. Tang Chen stepped out, glaring at Yellow Hair. “Hey idiot, aren’t we racing? Start it up already.”

Yellow Hair released the girl beside him. “Kid, watch your mouth. This is my turf. Act tough again, and I’ll crush you!”

“Crush my ass!” Tang Chen snapped back. “You’re such a fake. First you challenge Young Master to a race, now you stall. Hurry up. Young Master’s got other things to do.”

Yellow Hair grunted, veins bulging on his forehead. “You’ll regret this! Today, I, Car God Ye Liangchen, will show you what happens when you mess with me!”

“The Car God’s pissed. That dude’s toast.”

“Yeah. Nice wheels, but smarts? Doubtful. Racing Ye Liangchen is suicide.”

“Totally. Remember last month’s race? Ye drove some guy’s UK40 straight off the cliff! Boom! That explosion… unforgettable!”

The rich kids whispered, their voices dripping with scorn and pity for Tang Chen. Clearly nuts, challenging Ye Liangchen. Everyone knew the guy was a road menace.

This “Car God of Mount Akina” nickname wasn’t a joke. Beyond driving skill, he was ruthless. Who knows how many sick cars he’d totaled in crashes?

Tang Chen ignored them. “Enough blabber. Are we racing or not? If not, Young Master’s leaving.”

Ye Liangchen nearly choked. He thought his “Car God” rep would scare this punk stiff. Instead, Tang Chen acted like he was invisible!

“You’re finished!” Ye Liangchen spat. “Fine! We race NOW! See this mountain road? We start here. First to reach the summit, turn back, and finish here wins! Simple enough?”

Tang Chen shrugged. “That boring? Passing you’ll be child’s play.”

Tang Chen’s bragging made Ye Liangchen laugh harshly. “Oh, it won’t be boring. We make it wilder. No rules on the road. Push the other off the cliff. Use weapons. Bottom line: anything goes. First back from the summit wins!”

He expected the brutal rules to freeze Tang Chen with fear. But he was disappointed. Tang Chen’s face stayed stone-cold calm.

“That’s all? Lame, but Young Master will humor you. Let’s go.” Tang Chen mentally dismissed Ye Liangchen as a massive fool. Real-life bumper cars? Too easy.

Plus, this moron was practically begging to die. Young Master’s Extravagant Battle Car could block bullets. Crash all you want. You’ll likely be the one flying off the cliff.

Ye Liangchen froze. He said yes? Just like that? Impossible! Was this bastard utterly fearless?

“Got guts, kid. Hope you don’t regret it!” Ye Liangchen’s anger flared. Challenge his title? Time to pay. An idea struck him. “Forgot to tell you. Race rules require carrying a girl in the passenger seat. Otherwise, you forfeit.”

Tang Chen scowled. “Young Master doesn’t need any girl. Solo’s fine.”

Ye Liangchen laughed loud. “Sorry, rookie. Rules are rules! Right, guys?”

“Yeah! Required!”

“Hot ride needs a hot babe!”

“Racing solo? Like using a condom! No thrill!”

“No girl? Just pick one here! Money or skills? You can find any chick!”

They all saw Ye Liangchen twisting the knife. They loudly agreed.

Tang Chen frowned, itching to teach these fools a lesson. Then a female voice cut in.

“I’ll be his girl.”

Everyone turned. A girl stepped out of a red sports car. Leather jacket. Skinny leather pants. Black boots. Her figure curved dramatically – full chest, curvy hips. Subtle makeup adorned her face.

“Xiaoqing Jie?” A boy gasped. This was Lu Xiaoqing.

Lu Xiaoqing swayed her hips towards them. “I’ll be his partner. Work for you now?”

“Xiaoqing! You siding with an outsider?!” Ye Liangchen growled, eyes sharp.

Lu Xiaoqing smiled coolly. “Just tired of you bullying a rookie.” She sashured over to Tang Chen. Her hand trailed over his chest flirtatiously. “Handsome, can I be your girl?”

Tang Chen went stiff. His face darkened. “Lu Xiaoqing, what are you doing? Why are you here?” The coincidence stunned him. Wasn’t she a good girl? Why hang with these losers? And why did they seem… afraid of her? Who was she?

Ye Liangchen got it now. These two knew each other!

Lu Xiaoqing rolled her eyes playfully. “You have zero charm, Tang Chen. Why I’m here can wait. Your ‘sweetie’ isn’t around, so I’ll be your stand-in girl now. You don’t want their mocking, right?”

Tang Chen glanced at the bewildered crowd. His arm slid naturally around Lu Xiaoqing’s slender waist. “Alright. You get temporary approval, fool. Start the race.”

“Lu Xiaoqing, you’ve got nerve!” Ye Liangchen hissed. He flung himself into his car. The babe beside him instantly undid his belt, preparing to “boost his spirits.”

Tang Chen and Lu Xiaoqing got settled. She eyed him curiously. “Tang Chen, question: ever street raced?”

He grinned mischievously. “Nope. Good student. Don’t race.” Honest as ever.

Lu Xiaoqing facepalmed. No experience? Why join? Was life that dull?

Tang Chen gripped the steering wheel confidently. “No worries. It’s just bumper cars. Easy peasy.”

Lu Xiaoqing stayed silent. What could she say? Was he reckless? Or crazy confident?

“START!” Ye Liangchen yelled. Both cars lined up at the starting line. A bikini-clad girl approached. Tang Chen locked eyes with Ye Liangchen. A wicked smile spread. He shot a defiant middle finger at the jerk! Maximum provocation!

Ye Liangchen seethed. “Faster, baby! Faster!” he urged the girl servicing him. “Need to… uh… launch one… before I crush that bastard!”

The bikini girl stood where everyone could see. First, she unclipped her bra strap. Twin pale mounds bounced free. She screamed: “BEGIN!” Then hurled her bra skyward.

Whoosh!

Both cars erupted forward. Wind whipped past the girl. Arms spread wide, excitement flushed her face. Rumor was she always found her… high point… at moments like this.