Chen Mo, That Pampered Thing

"Twelve assassins came? Just to kill the assassin who took out a drug lord?" Lu Chengze frowned, feeling that these people's purpose in coming to Xu City was far from simple.

Lu Jin nodded. "Yeah. They're all assassins from the same organization, and each of them starts at a three-million commission."

Lu Jin found it strange too. That drug lord had not been one of those internationally powerful kingpins with the strongest influence and networks, so why had his death drawn so many assassins seeking revenge?

"Have Lu Shui find out who these twelve assassins are working for." Lu Chengze did not believe that the death of one drug lord alone could prompt someone to send assassins after the killer one after another.

Lu Chengze and the others had already investigated the drug lord's background. He had merely been an insignificant nobody.

That meant the problem had to lie with the killer who had taken out the drug lord.

Since they could not find any leads on the killer, they could only take a step back and seek another route through these twelve assassins.

The reason they had searched for so long without finding the killer was likely that the police's investigation methods had been wrong from the start.

"Yes, I'll notify Lu Shui right away." Lu Jin clearly understood Lu Chengze's meaning. He nodded and immediately called Lu Shui.

Elsewhere, Bai Jin, dressed in black motorcycle gear, skillfully climbed out through his bedroom window. Once he made sure no one was around, he ran to the building next door, mounted his bike, and left Eight-Star Residential Community.

The place he was going tonight was a private racing club in the western outskirts of Xu City.

Among the list of assassins his boss had sent him, one of them had appeared under the identity of an internationally retired race car driver.

If Bai Jin wanted to trace the whereabouts of the other eleven assassins, the best breakthrough was to start with this man.

Strike first to gain the advantage. Weren't they looking for him?

If he delivered himself right to that assassin's doorstep, the man should be very happy, shouldn't he?

The private racing club in the outskirts of Xu City was the personal property of Huo Hongbao, the Huo Family's second young master. At first, he had merely opened it for fun after following his eldest brother to Xu City for business.

But given the Huo Family's standing in the city's upper-class circles and Huo Jinnian's influence in the business world, who would not show extra respect to Huo Hongbao, the Huo Family's most favored youngest son and Huo Jinnian's younger brother?

As a result, Huo Hongbao's private racing club grew larger and larger.

It had now become the preferred racing venue for many racing enthusiasts in Xu City.

Once night fell, it became a playground for wealthy young heirs drowning in extravagance, as well as a lucky place where many racing enthusiasts could become rich overnight.

Huo Hongbao did not come here to inspect the place every night. Though he was the Huo Family's second son and did not need to diligently take over the family business like his eldest brother, he had ventures of his own to manage.

He loved to play and make trouble, so aside from this private property, he owned quite a few entertainment businesses. He had five private clubs alone.

The private racing club had been built against the mountain and decorated with extreme luxury and extravagance. Everywhere the eye could see exuded the intoxicating scent of money.

Behind an enormous pane of transparent bulletproof glass was the racing garage, stocked with every kind of race car. These were racing tools specially prepared for drivers who had dreams but no cars of their own.

The race cars inside alone were worth over a hundred million.

That greatly stimulated the contestants who came to compete.

Everyone loved money. As long as they had the guts and the skills, they could get rich overnight here.

This extreme and thrilling format ensured that the private racing club's stands were packed to the brim every night.

Tonight, the arrival of an internationally retired race car driver had made the place lively early on.

Everyone had come to witness the international racer's dazzling skills, and the betting pool had soared to a new high: 16.8 million.

According to the club's old rules, that wager would serve as the prize money for the final winner.

16.8 million!

Who wouldn't be tempted by that?

Thus, before the sky had even fully darkened, races had already begun on the mountain track.

By the time Bai Jin arrived at the private racing club, the races on the mountain road had already reached the sixth round.

So far, no one had beaten the club record holder's time, and they had all been eliminated.

"Sir, are you here to watch or to race?" The moment Bai Jin rode into the public parking lot, a sharp-eyed attendant came forward to register him.

"I'm here to race." Bai Jin took out the club invitation card and let the attendant verify his identity.

The attendant placed the invitation card on a machine. After two beeps confirmed it was valid, he smiled and led Bai Jin toward the lounge reserved for competitors.

"Mr. Bai, according to your assigned slot on the invitation card, you still have forty minutes to wait. Would you like to go familiarize yourself with the race cars and make your selection early, or would you prefer to sit here, watch the races, and rest?" The attendant stood at the lounge entrance and asked politely.

Bai Jin had not ridden his motorcycle inside, which meant he needed to borrow one of the club's race cars.

"No need to pick one. I'll take race car number four." Bai Jin pulled out a bank card and handed it to the attendant.

The club's race cars were not lent out for free. Before borrowing one, contestants had to pay a rental fee equal to one percent of the car's value.

The number four race car Bai Jin had chosen was rarely rented because the number was considered unlucky. Its rental cost was the lowest of all the race cars.

Yet the attendant did not show the slightest disdain just because Bai Jin wanted the cheapest race car in the club. He nodded, accepted the bank card, and handled the rental procedures.

After handing Bai Jin both the rental receipt and his bank card, the attendant withdrew.

With forty minutes left to prepare, Bai Jin strolled leisurely around the lounge. Directly ahead was a large window through which he could see part of the racing grounds.

An eighty-five-inch LCD display also hung on the wall, continuously broadcasting the races on the track. The drone cameras occasionally captured the spectators' reactions in the stands as well.

With one careless glance, Bai Jin spotted Chen Mo and Bai Jianian on the LCD screen, sitting hand in hand in the stands as they watched the race.

Bai Jin: "..."

Fuck! What rotten luck!

Bai Jin had not expected to see Chen Mo and Bai Jianian in a place like this.

Lu Chengze had kicked Chen Mo hard enough to break one of his ribs, yet that pampered thing Chen Mo could still go out on a date while injured?

Tsk, tsk, tsk! Their love really was moving enough to shake heaven and earth!

Bai Jin had thought he would have no interaction with those two, but when the attendant came to inform him that he could head to the preparation area, Chen Mo emerged from another doorway as well, supported by Bai Jianian.

When Bai Jianian saw Bai Jin, his face filled with shock. His tone was innocent and sincere. "Brother? Why are you here? Huh? Could it be that you knew Brother Mo was racing tonight, so you came to cheer him on?"