Chapter 40

The boys and girls had VIP cards forcibly stuffed into their hands, and hearing that the club would waive their bills and treat them as an apology, much of the resentment in their hearts dissipated at once.

Brother Hao saw it and immediately smiled. "What happened today was purely an accident. I guarantee nothing like this will ever happen again. Everyone can come here and have fun without worry."

At that, everyone exchanged glances, hesitation showing on their faces. Brother Hao's attitude was certainly good, but when they thought of what had just happened... If Yue Bin and Lu Chi had not reacted so quickly, Xing Yuan might have been hurt too. What if they ran into some shady people again the next time they came riding...

Thinking of this, they instinctively glanced at Yellow Hair, who was lying on the ground clutching his leg and howling in pain, and could not help feeling lingering fear.

They were all high school students who had yet to leave the school gates and had barely interacted with society. Most of them were simple-minded, and whatever they thought immediately showed on their faces.

Seeing this, Brother Hao nodded understandingly. "I understand. Everyone comes out to have fun, of course. Nobody wants to go somewhere dangerous or troublesome. Those brats were too rough today and scared the young ladies..."

As he spoke, Brother Hao suddenly snatched the riding crop from Yue Bin's hand. "It really was outrageous. Grown men with perfectly good hands and feet actually bullying girls. I'll vent your anger for you right now."

A sharp crack split the air. The Street Racers, who had just been standing there pretending to be quails, cried out in pain and scattered with their heads covered. As Brother Hao swung the riding crop and beat them, he cursed, "You little bastards! You dared come to my place and harass young ladies? And you dyed your hair, damn it, and egged customers on to bet on horses! So young, yet instead of learning properly, you want to act like gangsters?"

"No, Brother Hao, stop hitting us! We were wrong! Mad Dog was the one who brought us here—"

"Who said you could call me Brother Hao—"

"Damn it, are you people even brothers?" Yellow Hair, who had been lying on the ground playing dead, could not help springing back to life and cursing. "You were the ones who said you'd never been to a racetrack and wanted to see one, so I brought you here. Now that we've been caught, you're pinning everything on me alone? How did I, Mad Dog, end up with such disloyal brothers?"

"What Mad Dog?" Brother Hao, who had been waving the riding crop and beating people all over the field, finally could not take it anymore. He walked over to Yellow Hair and lashed him once. "How did you come up with such an awful name? Aren't you embarrassed to say it out loud?"

"...Fuck, you really hit me!" Yellow Hair's helmet took the blow. It did not hurt, but it still scared him into breaking out in a cold sweat. "Damn it, Jin Guohao, you're this ruthless with your own son? If you beat me to death, who's going to take care of you in your old age?"

"You still dare talk back!" Jin Guohao had mostly been putting on a show as he waved the riding crop around and beat people. But now that his own son had snapped at him, real anger rose in him. "Tell me, what else can you do? I sent you abroad to study, and you messed around until the school expelled you. I had you come back to manage the business, and you went off to become a street racer and gave yourself such an awful nickname. Now you've brought a bunch of useless friends to wreck your father's club, even threatening the club staff not to tell me. You even managed to get thrown from a horse and fracture a bone while riding... With a worthless son like you, should I really expect you to care for me in my old age? I'd be thanking our Jin Family ancestors if you didn't get yourself killed. Rather than count on you, I'd be better off hoping your mother gives me another child. I could throw away the fetus and raise the placenta, and it'd still be a hundred times better than you!"

"..." Having been humiliated while flirting with girls, gambled on horse racing until he was left with a level-ten disability, and now despised by his own father as being worse than a placenta, the yellow-haired young man suffered ten thousand points of critical damage. He flopped back onto the grass as if dead and cursed sulkily, "Fine, you finally said what you really think, huh? Since you look down on me so much, just beat me to death. Then let your third and fourth mistresses give you another placenta to raise. But I doubt you can still have kids at your age. Don't forget to get a paternity test then. Don't end up raising a placenta only for it to turn green."

Jin Guohao: "..."

The club management and the Street Racers, sensing trouble, immediately surged forward to separate the Jin father and son. One group persuaded the father not to get so angry, while another urged the son to say less. The club's general manager quickly signaled the medical staff, who had arrived long ago, to carry Yellow Hair away.

The medical staff, who had been left waiting for a long time and had just watched a grand drama unfold, immediately came over with a stretcher. After giving Yellow Hair a simple examination, Jin Guohao held the riding crop and asked casually, "Doctor, how's that brat?"

The emergency doctor said, "The patient does not appear to be in any serious condition at present. The preliminary diagnosis is a cancellous bone fracture two centimeters above the ankle on the lower leg, as well as a dislocated right elbow joint. The other injuries are mostly abrasions... But a more detailed diagnosis will require imaging and further examination at the hospital..."

Jin Guohao visibly relaxed, though he still said stubbornly, "Lucky bastard. But if he keeps carrying on like this, even if a horse doesn't kill him, he'll get hit by a car..."

"...How many women did you find outside to have children for you, that you're so eager for me to die?" Yellow Hair lay on the ground, rolling his eyes furiously. "Bring me my phone. I want to call my mother!"

Jin Guohao: "..."

The club managers: "..."

Everyone else: "..."

A few minutes later, urged on by the club management, the emergency staff ran off carrying the stretcher. The Street Racers also hunched their shoulders and fled in tiny, hurried steps. Jin Guohao, still waving the riding crop, was desperately held back by the club managers as he continued struggling and shouting, "Don't stop me! I'm going to beat that little bastard to death... You little bastard, you're not allowed to come to my racetrack again! If you come back, I'll break your dog legs!"

The high school victims left standing there: "..."

Dozens of boys and girls watched the rich-family-or-gangster-family melodrama unfolding before them with expressionless faces, feeling absolutely nothing.

Fortunately, this awkward scene did not last long—more precisely, the moment Yellow Hair's stretcher left the racetrack, Jin Guohao immediately calmed down. He snorted toward the direction the stretcher had gone, muttered, "Brat," then turned and walked over to Yue Bin and Lu Chi. Giving them a thumbs-up, he laughed heartily. "I heard that you two brothers are excellent riders. At the very least, you're much better than the horse trainers the club hired at great expense."