Stakes and Racing

A Crimson Sports Car sped towards the crowd, making a 720-degree U-turn just before crashing into them, and then stopped with its front facing the crowd.

This outrageous move elicited screams from countless girls, with several experiencing intense orgasms and collapsing to the ground.

Hiss

The car door opened, and a man in his thirties, wearing a leather jacket and pants and with a small braid, stepped out.

Several young men with will-o'-the-wisps ran over, lifted him up, and tossed him around in the air a few times.

The man with the braid seemed to be enjoying the process, his face full of smiles.

"The God of Cars!"

"I love you, God of Cars!"

"I want to have your babies!"

Many people in the crowd shouted loudly, appearing quite excited.

Long Chen waved his hand and led the group over.

"Stop!"

"Stop fucking patting yourself on the back, you shameful piece of trash!"

"God of Cars? Ha! Who gave you the courage to call yourselves that?"

Is this young master satisfied?

"Um... whoever you are, I'm talking to you!"

Long Chen pointed a finger at the man with the ponytail and said with a sneer, "Who are you? Dare to have a match with my brother-in-law?"

"If you beat my brother-in-law, I'll allow you to operate in this area. Otherwise, get out of here!"

"Depend on!"

Zhao Wuji's face immediately darkened. This was the first time since his Lineage was born that anyone had dared to speak to him like this.

Could it be that they've been gone for too long, and the legend of the Zhao Family has faded from the martial arts world?

Although he doesn't particularly enjoy training, he prefers driving and the thrill of speed and passion.

He was particularly fascinated by the feeling of loss of sight during drifting.

However, with the accumulation of Lineage resources, his cultivation level has reached the Martial Master Realm.

Now, a nobody like him dares to shout like this; he's gone too far.

"Who the hell are you? How dare you talk to me like that? Do you even know who I am?"

"You ask who I am?"

Long Chen pointed to himself, then looked at the man with the small braid in front of him as if he were an alien.

He felt like he'd wandered into the wrong theater; this was the Capital Base, and there were still people who didn't recognize him.

This is a huge joke!

Huang Xiaoji's eyes darted around, and he stepped forward, saying, "Brother, are you new to the Capital Base?"

Zhao Wuji nodded.

"Haha, no wonder."

Huang Xiaoji laughed a few times, then said very enthusiastically, "Brother, let me introduce myself first. My Huang Xiaoji. Brothers, please give me face and call me Young Master Huang."

He then pointed at Long Chen and said, "This is Young Master Long, the famous Crown Prince of the entire Capital Base."

His grandfather was Great Elder in our China!

"Not to mention Capital, no one in the entire Hua Country War Zone dares to offend him."

Zhao Wuji's expression changed. Damn it, why did he bump into this dude?

When he first arrived at the Capital Base, his friend had mentioned that among the most unruly and powerful playboys in the base, the one he absolutely couldn't afford to offend was this Crown Prince named Long Chen.

After all, behind him stood Long Xingyun, who controlled the political affairs of the entire Hua Country War Zone.

Moreover, his elders had warned him that he could be arrogant, domineering, and even a troublemaker outside, but there were some people he shouldn't offend, or he should try not to offend them, otherwise it would cause a lot of trouble.

Besides, even if their Lineage came from the hidden world, they wouldn't want to clash with the massive state apparatus.

After all, who knows what kind of immortal beings might be hiding inside?

Thinking of this, he suppressed his anger and looked at Bi Long Chen, saying, "My name is Zhao Wuji, and I come from Secluded Families — the Zhao Family!"

"What?"

Long Chen's expression changed. He had heard his grandfather talk about the Secluded Families, and the people who came from them were very difficult to deal with. It was best to avoid making enemies if possible.

Even if they really make enemies, they're not afraid!

"Um... your name is Zhao Wuji, right?"

"I, Long Chen, am not an unreasonable person. Since you call yourself God of Cars, your racing skills must be top-notch, right?"

"Alright, I won't bully you anymore. Let's have a match."

"You win, you can continue being your Zhao Wuji; if you lose, you'll become my underling, how about it?"

"In addition, let's add a little prize: 100 million. Whoever wins gets a 100 million bonus!"

"When you're ready, you can find a teammate; I'll be using two cars."

He then turned his head and fawned over Hua Qiang, saying, "Brother-in-law, let's go together later."

As the saying goes, "When fighting a tiger, brothers are the best; when going into battle, the brother-in-law is the best soldier!"

What kind of nonsense is this? Hua Qiang really wanted to slap him.

However, his brother-in-law was in the middle of playing around, and he couldn't refuse him.

Moreover, he hadn't driven a car in a long time and missed the feeling of steering the wheel and pressing the accelerator, so he nodded.

"Hey, Brother Qiang, can I sit in your passenger seat?"

I also want to experience that kind of speed and excitement.

When Yue Xinying saw that Hua Qiang was about to step in, she quickly begged him, her words carrying a hint of coquetry.

Hua Qiang glanced at her, somewhat helplessly; this woman seemed to be getting a little clingy to him.

Her subtle gestures of moving closer to herself and showing off to the wild girls around her could not escape his notice.

Now they actually want to live and die with me.

"Okay, I accept, but I'll add another clause to the bet."

If you lose, you not only have to give me a hundred million, but you also have to call me First Elder and become my underling!

"Haha, alright, kid, I'm starting to find you a little more agreeable now."

Maybe we can become brothers someday!

Zhao Wuji secretly curled his lip, thinking to himself: Who the hell would want to be brothers with a spoiled brat like you!

As a scantily clad woman waved a flag, four fully equipped sports cars roared to life and sped off like lightning.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared at the end of the dark mountain path, leaving only a cloud of dust.

Zhao Wuji lived up to his reputation as God of Cars, reacting extremely quickly and taking the lead immediately, eventually far ahead of the other three sports cars.

Long Chen yelled, gripped the steering wheel tightly, and slammed on the gas pedal.

The car sped off like a mad cheetah.

Meanwhile, Zhao Wuji's teammates were driving closely alongside Long Chen's vehicle.

Hua Qiang followed them slowly in the vehicle he had commandeered, unhurried and unperturbed.

"Brother Qiang, they're leaving us far behind."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Yue Xinying watched Hua Qiang leisurely and unhurriedly turning the dial, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

"Hehe, it's alright, let the bullets fly for a while!"

Soon, the race was over, and a sharp turn appeared ahead. Three cars in front of them quickly turned the corner, and even drifted slightly.

Hua Qiang smirked, then slammed on the gas pedal.

The car roared like a beast, suddenly accelerated, and approached the bend like lightning.

He drifted perfectly through the bend, and then sped off, quickly catching up with the two cars in front of him.

With another acceleration, he overtook Long Chen and another vehicle that was chasing him.

Then, they quickly approached the first car belonging to Zhao Wuji.