Going to Die

It was called go-karting, but the club was worried these distinguished guests might get hurt and prove too costly to compensate, so they wrapped a ring of highly elastic air cushions around the cars. Then, after Si You stylishly spun the wheel and lapped Fang Jin by a full round, Fang Jin saw the provocative smile on his face and, without hesitation, slammed on the gas and rammed into him.

The go-karts became bumper cars.

"Watch it, you two! Don't flip over!" Zhao Linxiu shouted.

But neither of them heard him.

Not until Jiang Tingxu came in and raised his voice slightly from outside. "Si You!"

Si You immediately killed the engine and got out, smiling. "Just messing around."

Fang Jin felt that Si You's behavior was especially humiliating, so he leisurely drove around for two more laps before getting out as though nothing had happened.

Shen Laizhang scratched his head, thinking, Big brother, you didn't say a word just now. You looked pretty scared too.

"Feeling cocky?" Jiang Tingxu pinched the back of Si You's neck, neither too hard nor too gently, rubbing it. "Someone once played like you two did. They hit the gas too hard and flipped the car. One of them broke his lower leg on the spot."

Si You said, "I know what I'm doing."

Fang Jin noticed Lu Jiatang looking at him with a slight frown. He thought carefully about it. He hadn't offended him, had he?

Zhao Linxiu had ordered a whole roast lamb for dinner. Everyone returned to the hall to keep playing cards. As evening approached, Deep Valley gradually grew livelier, and intense music could already be faintly heard from the dance floor next door. Fang Jin sat alone on the sofa, handling documents on his phone. Suddenly, he looked up