Idiot Racing

Lu Fan's eyes lit up. This was exactly what he had been waiting for. His eyes rolled as he lazily put an arm around Liu Ruyan's slender waist and spoke.

"Lu Ming, it's not that I look down on you, but you'll only ever know how to play these dirty tricks."

"It's just a supercar worth a little over four million. Honestly, I'm not even interested in giving it a second glance."

"If you want to bet, let's make it big. And don't talk about betting cars. I'm not interested in a car you've driven—who knows what disease you might have infected it with."

"Let's bet money. Cash!"

"Make it big?"

Lu Ming's eyes lit up as well. The two cousins, each harboring their own schemes, were calculating against one another.

"Idiot, how much money do you have?"

Lu Fan smiled and held up one hand.

"Five hundred thousand? You're not embarrassed to say that? One of my cars costs over ten million."

"No, no, no... fifty million in cash. If you have that much, I'll bet with you. Asset verification is welcome!"

Lu Fan's words instantly silenced the entire plaza. Their families might have money, but how many of these rich second-generation heirs could casually come up with fifty million in cash? There probably weren't even three people in the whole crowd who could manage it.

"Idiot, you're not bluffing, are you? You actually have fifty million?"

Right in front of everyone, Lu Fan opened his mobile banking app and held the balance before Lu Ming.

Seeing that long string of numbers on the screen, Lu Ming was instantly dumbfounded.

"Holy shit! He really has fifty million?"

"As expected of the Capital's number one idiot. He actually carries fifty million in cash with him."

"I'm afraid those fifty million will be changing hands soon."

Lu Ming took more than ten seconds to recover. His eyes shifted as he began calculating.

He could not come up with that much money himself, but he had a whole group of lackeys behind him. If everyone chipped in, gathering fifty million would be easy enough.

"Idiot, this is a bet between Liu Ruyan and me. She has to be the one driving later too. If you dare let her race me, I'll agree to your wager."

"No..."

Liu Ruyan's expression changed drastically. How could she not know her own limits? Asking her to race a semi-professional racer like Lu Ming was simply courting disaster.

But Lu Fan's next words plunged her into despair. This idiot actually agreed without a moment's hesitation.

"Fine. Liu Ruyan will race you later, but I want both sides to transfer all the money into the resort's corporate account. The winner takes the full hundred million."

"No problem!"

Afraid Lu Fan might change his mind, Lu Ming immediately agreed.

Then came the fundraising. Lu Fan was in no rush and simply watched Lu Ming pull his lackeys together to gather the money.

The facts proved that these rich heirs did have some money. A few million from each person, and they had raised the fifty-million stake in minutes.

"Lu Fan, I... I can't do this. Can't we not play this big? I can only drive normally. Lu Ming has raced on tracks before—he's a semi-professional racer."

Liu Ruyan still wanted one last chance to save herself. If she lost this money, Lu Fan would probably tear her apart. This was fifty million, after all.

"What are you scared of? Just drive however you want later. We're guaranteed to win!"

Lu Fan held one finger before Liu Ruyan and waved it. Everyone else thought he was being lewd, but the clever Liu Ruyan's eyes instantly widened.

"That's right, Lu Fan has that ability where whoever he points at shits themselves. With that ability, wouldn't I be guaranteed to win?"

Only then did Liu Ruyan understand Lu Fan's scheme. Throwing out fifty million was clearly just a way to trap those people.

Zhu Yiqun, Feng Feixiang, and the others standing in the distance had clearly noticed the wager as well. They had all been victims of Lu Fan's Wicked Finger and feared him to their very bones.

They looked pityingly at the idiots excitedly pooling their money. It was a guaranteed loss, yet they were still so happy. Compared to Lu Fan, these guys were the real idiots.

Before long, this shocking gamble was finalized, and both sides transferred their stakes into the resort club's corporate account under everyone's witness.

To maximize his gains, Lu Ming even used the resort club's public account to open outside betting.

The entire crowd erupted. With outside betting open, everyone could join in. That was what it meant to share the fun.

Almost everyone bet on Lu Ming to win, but Zhu Yiqun, Feng Feixiang, and the others were exceptions.

In Zhu Yiqun and the others' eyes, there was absolutely no room for surprises in this bet. Lu Fan was guaranteed to win. Wasn't this basically free money?

Even Liu Ruyan excitedly took out all her savings. She threw in every last cent of her more than four hundred thousand in cash, then maxed out her online loans on the spot and borrowed some money from friends, scraping together a full million.

"Lu Fan, it's all up to you now. I've put everything on this round."

"Don't worry. Just drive at an unhurried pace later. We can even enjoy the night scenery along the way. If there's enough time, we could even try some road sex on the mountain road."

"Ah! There are high-definition cameras all over the road. Lu Fan, can we go home and play after we win? Tonight, I promise I'll do anything you want..."

Blushing seductively, Liu Ruyan wrapped herself around Lu Fan's arm. Lu Fan laughed loudly, cupped her exquisite little face, and kissed her.

Soon, both sides were in position. Liu Ruyan's Ferrari was decent enough for driving around the streets, but next to the ten-million-level Pagani Huayra, it looked distinctly inferior.

With the two cars side by side, Lu Ming smugly raised his middle finger at Lu Fan. Then, with an openly dressed girl in his arms, he climbed into his car.

Liu Ruyan's side was far weaker in every respect. Their hardware was not even in the same league. Even in a straight-line race, her Ferrari would likely be left several streets behind by the Huayra.

Once inside the car, Liu Ruyan looked expectantly at Lu Fan in the passenger seat. He could not even be bothered to fasten his seat belt, looking utterly nonchalant.

"Lu Fan!"

"Relax. Just watch my performance."

As the female referee up ahead was about to lower her hand, Lu Fan finally unhurriedly raised a finger.

That finger reached across Liu Ruyan in the driver's seat and pointed straight at Lu Ming in the other car.

Liu Ruyan's eyes instantly widened. Afraid of getting caught in the blast, she hurriedly pushed her seat back.

The moment Lu Fan extended his finger again, Zhu Yiqun and the others watching from afar almost reflexively fled madly to the side. The spectators beside them were stunned by the sight and called them crazy.

The referee's bra hit the ground, and the Pagani Huayra erupted with an earth-shaking roar as it prepared to shoot forward.

But the car, which had only just started, suddenly stalled. The driver's door swung open, and Young Master Lu Ming stood there with a dazed expression, howling wildly at the sky at the top of his lungs.

The insane scene left the surrounding crowd dumbfounded. Lu Ming had gone mad and completely forgotten about something as important as the race.