The People I Hate Most: Street Racers

Passing through a tricky stretch of terrain, Lu Chengwen executed an extreme drift. In a very narrow space, the car spun as if it were turning in place.

If not for the seat belt cinching her down, Jiang Shihan would have been plastered against the window.

Little Monkey was fine. She lightly circulated her cultivation technique, bracing her hands and feet against several points and exerting force with the car's movements, remaining perfectly steady.

Lu Chengwen had no time to worry about his companions. After the extreme drift, he reversed directly into an empty space among a row of cars.

"Keep your heads down!"

Ignoring her wildly pounding heart, Jiang Shihan quickly lowered her head.

Lu Chengwen lowered his head as well.

Bai Mengyi's car sped straight past, completely unaware that Lu Chengwen's car had already disguised itself among a row of parked vehicles.

Lu Chengwen let out a breath of relief and was just about to pull out when the Ferrari stopped sideways in front of his car.

Gu Xiaochen's convertible top had long since been put up. He rolled down the window and grinned at Lu Chengwen.

"Buddy, modifying a car like this must've cost you a million or so, right?"

Lu Chengwen was utterly frustrated. "Get lost! Move it!"

Gu Xiaochen pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth. "I've taken a liking to your car—and your girl. Let's race. I'll give you a thirty-second head start. From here to Dongli Market, if you win, my car and my girl are both yours. How about it?"

Lu Chengwen snapped, "Since you were born into a rich family, why don't you do something meaningful? Aren't you sick of racing and chasing girls every day? I'm not in the mood for your nonsense. Move aside, I need