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"If you've got nothing to say, get lost." Lu Yuan pressed the button to roll up the window.

"I do! I have something to say!" Lu Rudi spoke at breakneck speed. "Since we ran into each other here, how about a race? With stakes!"

"Oh? Stakes?" Lu Yuan looked at him with a half-smile, as though X-ray vision had seen straight through him. "What stakes?"

"The usual. We bet the rights to our respective female companions."

"Oh my!" The moment Lu Rudi finished speaking, before Lu Yuan could react, Li Zhikong raised his brows and eagerly leaned over. "There's actually a rule like that? So I'm a prize too? What if Lu Yuan loses and I don't agree? Would you tie me up and take me away?"

The vein on Lu Yuan's forehead twitched. He covered Li Zhikong's mouth and shoved him back. "Settle down, ancestor. Who said you were a prize? Did I agree to that?"

Li Zhikong made muffled noises, still unwilling to stop voicing his opinion. "You should agree! I don't mind! You'll definitely win anyway!"

Today was his first time truly experiencing racing—although he was only responsible for stepping on the gas from the passenger seat—and it was thrilling as hell! After several laps, Lu Yuan's image in his mind had grown even taller. This man was seriously handsome, his hormones practically overflowing. No wonder his reputation as a scumbag had spread far and wide; he had the capital for it!

He had only just started having fun when this guy with the face of cannon fodder came over to provoke them. Hah, he opened his mouth and started talking like some old-time trafficker, using female companions as stakes? Fine! Lu Yuan couldn't possibly lose anyway. Even if he somehow capsized in a ditch, I'm bigger than you when I lift my skirt. Female companion my ass~

While the two in this car were having an "internal conflict," Lu Rudi's dazed brain finally started turning again. Research had shown that whether a man and woman had had actual physical contact could be determined by the "intimate distance" they maintained in their everyday interactions.

A suggestive fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose.

His heart skipped a beat. Could his previous guess have been wrong? Maybe there was nothing wrong with Lu Yuan's body—maybe he was simply too picky?

Chapter 23 ◇

◎Had Lu Yuan finally unleashed his true nature?◎

Because Li Zhikong insisted on "accepting the challenge"... Ahem, all right, besides that, Young Master Lu had also rarely succumbed to the urge to spread his peacock feathers. It really wasn't his fault. Even if some peerless wise ruler had been standing here today, with a seductive consort of Li Zhikong's caliber egging him on at his side, he would have become muddleheaded too: Fine, fine, all right, all right, I'll do whatever you say!

A race was one thing, but that idiotic suggestion about betting ownership of their female companions was out. They changed the stakes to their cars instead.

Lu Rudi's heart bled, but he gritted his teeth and accepted. He had already made up his mind that if he lost, he would go to his mother for reimbursement, claiming it had been for gathering intelligence. Look, he had brought back reliable top-secret information. Lu Yuan might be in serious trouble soon~

Of course, since he dared challenge Lu Yuan to a race, he was still quite confident in his own skills. Who said he would definitely lose? Lu Rudi was filled with ambition now. He wanted to utterly humiliate Lu Yuan before everyone's eyes and make him eat his dust! That Maybach of yours, along with the little beauty's affection, will all be mine!

The two cars lined up side by side at the starting line.

With the hype of the "Double-Lu Showdown," Young Master Feng and the others had called in friends and acquaintances. All kinds of vehicles had come specifically to watch, nearly clogging the entire road. Someone had even started a livestream. Car enthusiasts always kept a drone or two in their trunks, after all. As the two sports cars shot off like arrows loosed from the bow, several drones followed close behind like ghosts in the night!

"Yahoo~~~"

In the passenger seat, Li Zhikong was as excited as a rabbit weighing over a hundred pounds.

It seemed the influence of bloodlines really did exist objectively.

We Rabbit Spirits have an ultimate craving for speed in our bones!

...It had to be said that a "co-driver" like Li Zhikong was the absolute top-tier vase ornament. He sacrificed functionality in exchange for max positive stimulation for the racer! Even someone as composed as Young Master Lu seemed as if he had been injected with ten tubes of chicken blood under Li Zhikong's admiring gaze. His pores opened! His blood boiled! Forget an opponent like Lu Rudi—even if a world-famous racing god showed up, he was confident he could cut him down!

The engine roared.

The car stereo blared an impassioned tune from Thelma & Louise. The headlights split the darkness, and Li Zhikong laughed loudly, feeling that the two of them were just like the outlaw lovers in the movie, with the entire world beneath their feet before they fled to the ends of the earth together~

As for Lu Rudi? They had left him so far behind that even his shadow was nowhere to be seen.

After making a huge loop and returning to the starting point, that bunch of idle rich heirs had even ceremoniously strung up a ribbon, which Lu Yuan smashed through like lightning.

"Awoo~ Awoo awoo~"

All kinds of car horns blared, accompanied by an outrageously flashy light show that turned the scene into a wild spectacle.

Several sexy girls in revealing outfits swayed over—this was also the favorite grand finale of the car crowd. Fancy cars, beautiful women, and heroes: the greatest reward for a winner was a beauty's favor~ Just imagine it: beneath everyone's gaze, you leave all others in the dust, and the beauties run toward you with dreamy eyes, like a pride of lionesses welcoming their new king on the plains... Meanwhile, the opponents you defeated were like hyenas after a lost battle, able only to whimper and tuck their tails in the shadows. Sadly, no one could even be bothered to spare them a glance...

Men were young and hot-blooded. They only had that much ambition.

"Heh, you've got some nerve! You even dare steal my harem!" Li Zhikong was completely high by now, thoroughly immersed in the role. With one hand, he unfastened his seat belt, pushed open the door, and rushed out.

"Hey, wait..." Young Master Lu stretched out a futile Erkang hand, utterly unable to stop him!

Li Zhikong strode forward on his long legs, head held high and chest out, his beautiful hair flying in the wind. In an instant, heaven and earth became a runway under his control, and the flashing lights cheered for him, crowning him!

His gaze swept disdainfully across the short-skirted girls.

His face seemed to bear a single line of words: You think you're worthy of competing with me?

He was too arrogant—so arrogant that even the originally heated air seemed to freeze. The onlookers practically saw sparks crackling through the air: Holy shit, this lady is way too fierce! She actually got out to throw down herself. What had Lu done to deserve this?!

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