"Major Change of Heart Scene"

"What?" Roman exclaimed. "This is insane—dragging us to a completely unfamiliar country and then making us rob the biggest drug lord here? I thought this was some legitimate business!"

"Sounds to me like a personal grudge, am I right?" He paused, then continued, "I'm not one to back down from a fight, but personal grudges are bad news. There's no way I'm doing something like this!"

With that, Roman turned and started to walk away.

Whether he was actually scared or just thought personal grudges were bad form... well, his excuse about "thinking it was legitimate business" said it all.

To put it simply, this crew had never done anything legitimate in their lives.

Back when Roman first started talking, Zhou Yi had already pulled out his phone and started filming.

How could he let a classic moment go unrecorded?

"We're talking about a hundred-million-dollar deal." Toretto didn't even turn around.

"..." Roman's steps halted, as if a rope had yanked him back—a rope with "ONE HUNDRED MILLION DOLLARS" written all over it.

Without a second thought, Roman completely ignored the issue of pride, turned around, and asked, "What did you say? One... one hundred million dollars?"

"You see, sometimes I'm too cautious, since we've only just met," Roman said as he walked back. "What was that you said about..."

Pride? What was that? As long as there was money—and enough of it—pride was something you could toss aside anytime!

Satisfied with what he'd captured, Zhou Yi put his phone away and renamed the file "Major Change of Heart Scene 1."

There would be a "Major Change of Heart Scene 2" and other installments later, of course—once Zhou Yi had moved on to other worlds.

After this job, Zhou Yi could upgrade his Intermediate Auto Mechanic title to Advanced, which would give him a chance to open up another world.

Even though he was already living well in the Fast & Furious World, achieving billionaire status—something he'd never dared to dream of in his past life except in his wildest fantasies—he knew this was far from the finish line. It was just the beginning.

And along the way, recording some interesting experiences was part of Zhou Yi's plan, so he could look back and savor them later.

"One hundred million dollars. Everything we get, we split evenly," Toretto answered Roman's question.

"So that's ten million each?" Tej looked around, counting heads. "I'm in."

"No, it's eleven million each for you... actually, no, a bit less," Zhou Yi cut in. "I'm not joining your operation. I'll just provide the cars and modifications. My share is just the cost of the vehicles and my labor—less than two million dollars."

Back then, a top-tier supercar cost two hundred thousand dollars each.

"Whoa, buddy, you're not joining?" Roman, fresh off his change of heart, said in surprise. "Less than two million versus ten million—that's not even a choice! And what makes you so confident your car modding skills..."

"Roman!" O'Conner quickly interrupted. "Sorry, Zhou, he doesn't know your skills."

"No problem. Honestly, what you guys can build yourselves is good enough. If all else fails, you can manage. But if I'm involved, I can offer you a higher tier of parts and technical support." Zhou Yi wasn't the least bit angry at Roman's rant. He had more class than that... and besides, he could always just send everyone a copy of that "Major Change of Heart" video!

Me, Zhou Yi—magnanimous!

"As for that ten million..." Zhou Yi stared at Roman with a half-smile. "I really don't need it."

"What?" Roman was dumbfounded. "Why?"

"Because the man standing in front of you is a billionaire," Toretto cut in, exasperated. "Ten million means nothing to him."

"What?!" Roman was completely lost.

But this time, he wasn't the only one stunned.

"So, you're a billionaire?" After they'd finished discussing the plan, there was still some prep time needed. Zhou Yi was heading off to pick up the cars and parts he'd shipped over, and he'd invited Gisele along. Curious about him, she agreed and asked as much once they were in the car.

"Yeah." Zhou Yi started the engine and headed for their destination. "What, don't I look like one?"

"No, no, you do look the part," Gisele shook her head. "But what I'm curious about is..."

"Why someone like me gets along so well with Toretto and his crew, and why I'm so rich while they're still struggling?" Zhou Yi said with a smile.

"Yeah..." Gisele realized he'd already covered everything she wanted to ask, so she just nodded.

"A few years ago, I was a newcomer to the US, barely able to afford a meal. Back then, with a decent set of skills, an auto mechanic's license, and Toretto giving me a hand, I managed to get where I am today," Zhou Yi explained.

"But even though Toretto and I are close, there's one fundamental difference between us... I'd never do anything illegal—at least not willingly, and not unless there's no other choice."

"Toretto and the others are different. They've got this... adventurous spirit. I once tried to set up jobs for them, but they turned them all down. He said he wanted to make it on his own," Zhou Yi said, choosing the word "adventurous."

In other words, they couldn't settle down and were always chasing thrills. Street racers fit that description perfectly. Otherwise, if they'd just worked with Zhou Yi, they wouldn't be in the mess they were in now.

"So I let them do their thing. I'm not about to force them, and I couldn't even if I tried. But of course, if they ever really need my help, I'll step in. A few years back, helping them escape and providing these cars now—that's just what I should do, and I've done it." Zhou Yi shrugged.

"I think you've got another motive," Gisele suddenly said. "One reason you stay out of the underworld is so you can offer them a safety net when they're cornered, right?"

"Haha," Zhou Yi laughed heartily. "I like smart women like you! Talking to you saves so much effort!"

"Then you'd better have what it takes," Gisele raised an eyebrow.

"I think I do." Zhou Yi floored the accelerator, let go of the steering wheel, and turned to stare straight at Gisele, not even glancing at the road ahead.

The engine roared, fuel combusted, driving precision machinery in a brutal dance, generating immense thrust. The tires' grip kept the car from skidding as it shot forward like an arrow from a bow!

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