"I know a racer who happened to be selling an engine they didn't need yesterday, cheap..."
It sounded like good news, but Shen Qi couldn't shake the feeling that Huzang's smile was strangely eager to watch things spiral out of control.
"Is it reliable?"
"I think so."
Huzang showed him his phone, displaying a post on a social media feed.
A friend with a blank username was selling secondhand racing parts, including major components like engines.
"80% new." "Personally used by a girl."
Seeing those two key phrases, Shen Qi's heart had already sunk halfway.
He looked at the photo. A race car with a powder-blue base and glitter paint had its hood open, displaying a fairly decent internal structure.
The front had clearly taken a hit and was badly dented. The left tire showed signs of melting, and the accident had affected the engine too.
The body... only half of it remained!?
Some unknown impact had snapped a perfectly good race car in half. Beside it, a helmeted racer in a tight racing suit flashed a V sign.
"You call this 80% new?! And 'personally used by a girl'?"
"Just tell me whether a girl personally used it."
"Well, that's true..."
"A Class B Car engine. It's on the lower end of Class B, but it's a genuine Class B engine."
Huzang introduced it with a smile. "She's only asking 100,000 b. If she does me a favor, we might get it for 70,000 b."
"Are you asking me to buy a bomb?"
Shen Qi took the Kadabra's words as a joke. There wasn't any business to do anyway, so he might as well enjoy the show.
"Hold on. Hear out my analysis."
Huzang offered a different perspective.
If they bought an engine of unknown origin, nobody would know