For Jun Wangchen, it was a wonderful night. He had gained a full 3,800 merit points, and with his original 2,200, he was now a low-key tycoon with 6,000 merit points to his name.
For Zhang Chunqiu, it was a miserable night. A fellow named Jun Wangchen had fleeced him out of a full 3,800 merit points. Most infuriating of all, he could not even get angry about it—he had to thank the man instead.
"Special Envoy, you've already taken my merit points. Why haven't you taken me racing yet?"
"Relax. I'm looking for somewhere you can race." Jun Wangchen waved his phone, signaling for Zhang Chunqiu to be patient.
In truth, he could not understand it. Other ghosts returned to the mortal world either to exact revenge or to see someone they could not let go of. Zhang Chunqiu, however, was an oddball who had come back just to race once.
He had to admit, this was one bizarre ghost with a dream.
Seeing Jun Wangchen still fiddling with his phone, Zhang Chunqiu demanded, his eyes blazing, "Special Envoy, find me the most famous racetrack in this city, then arrange for me to face its most famous racer. I want to compete against the strongest racer there is."
"The most famous racetrack?" Jun Wangchen paused, then searched on his phone.
"The most famous one in Jinling City is the Top-Tier Racetrack. Want to go?"
Zhang Chunqiu nodded without hesitation. "Yes!"
Jun Wangchen wasted no time. He crossed the pedestrian walkway and hailed a taxi.
"Sir, roughly how much would it cost to get to the Top-Tier Racetrack?"
"The meter starts at ten yuan. The final fare depends on the trip."
"Sir, taxis in Jinling City start at six yuan during the day and eight at night. Isn't ten a