Absolutely unhinged!

"President Shi, haven't you heard?" Li Yi said.

"Heard what?" Shi Yan asked.

"Deleting someone on WeChat is easy. Adding them back is hard~" Li Yi smiled.

Seeing Shi Yan's stunned expression, he had finally gotten his revenge for being inexplicably deleted from WeChat back then!

Shi Yan watched his retreating figure and smiled silently.

He really was quite interesting.

"Hey, what took you two so long? The race is about to start." Peng Yuyan grabbed Li Yi's arm with great enthusiasm. "Come on, little bro. Let's watch from here."

Shi Yan stood right behind them. At 190 centimeters tall, he had no need to worry about anyone blocking his view.

"See that black car?" Peng Yuyan dutifully took on the role of live commentator. "That's the Bugatti Voice of the Night. There's only one in the entire world.

"The guy standing in front of it is the organizer of this race, Wen Chi, the Wen Group's precious darling."

Taken on his own, Wen Chi had all the standard makings of a novel's male lead: strikingly handsome looks, a height of 185 centimeters, broad shoulders, long legs, and an exceptionally rich family.

Unfortunately, in this novel, any handsome guy with a name would eventually fall for the male lead, Lu Junjia.

This Wen Chi was also one of the most obsessive pursuers later on.

When he and Zhou Xuanze were injured at the same time, Lu Junjia had clearly chosen Zhou Xuanze. Yet rather than hating either of them, this guy had turned his hatred on Qi Feiyu, the cannon-fodder doctor at the time.

Right after ruining Qi Feiyu, he had turned around and pursued Lu Junjia without a care.

His feelings had come far too suddenly and without any logic. They did not even qualify as love at first sight. At most, there was a hint of resentment at not being chosen.

Perhaps these favored sons of heaven were all too used to other people's admiring gazes.

Instead, Lu Junjia's indifference had piqued his interest.

Absolutely unhinged!

He would make sure to remind Qi Feiyu in a moment that he had to save this lunatic first!

Zhou Xuanze had refused to listen to his advice, so he could suffer the consequences.

The call to start the race rang out.

All eight race cars started at once. Engines roared as the cars shot down the track like arrows loosed from a bow.

Excitement swept through the crowd, with cheers and shouts of encouragement ringing out nonstop.

Li Yi shifted his gaze to the large screen at the venue, fixing it on the two cars racing neck and neck at the front.

The car in front was Wen Chi's Bugatti Voice of the Night, and the one behind it was Zhou Xuanze's Koenigsegg.

Both cars had been modified, their performance and speed far surpassing those of the other vehicles.

But winding mountain roads like these really tested a driver's skills, especially on sharp bends. They had to keep the cars behind from overtaking them while also ensuring their own cars' safety.

As the race reached fever pitch, the spectators erupted into enthusiastic cheers and screams.

"Young Master Wen, go!"

"Young Master Zhou, floor it!!!"

"Young Master Wen, speed up! Fucking go!"

"First place is ours!"

Everyone's attention was on those two. The atmosphere was electric, and everyone was thrilled. Even Peng Yuyan beside him clenched his fists and shouted encouragement.

Here it comes.

Li Yi, however, was completely unaffected by the atmosphere. He looked up at the sky and calmly muttered under his breath.

No sooner had he spoken than the sky changed color, and huge drops of rain rapidly came pouring down.

The rain instantly doused the fervent atmosphere.

Shi Yan looked at Li Yi with an unreadable gaze. The young man before him was perfectly composed. While everyone else scrambled for shelter, he calmly took out his phone and dialed 120.

He clearly explained the situation at the venue and asked them to send two ambulances.

"How do you know someone will get hurt?" Shi Yan glanced at the ongoing race. So far, everything was going smoothly, and no one had been injured.

"With rain this heavy, something's bound to happen. Calling ahead is just being prepared. Otherwise, once the rain gets heavier, the ambulances won't get here in time." Li Yi answered as he ran toward the pavilion for shelter.

"Kid, you really can predict everything. You said it would rain, and it actually did." Under the pavilion, Peng Yuyan hurriedly took off his rain-soaked jacket and shook out the excess water.

"Brother Peng." Li Yi moved beside Peng Yuyan, tilted his head up, and whispered in his ear, "Hurry and call Brother Qi right now. Tell him to save Wen Chi first in a bit."

"What do you mean? Who's hurt?" Peng Yuyan turned in confusion, meeting Shi Yan's gaze as he looked their way. Seeing Shi Yan give a slight nod, Peng Yuyan reached for his phone and lowered his head. "All right, I'll call now."

Qi Feiyu was equally baffled when he received the call. "I haven't seen anyone get hur-"

-Bang!!!

Several consecutive crashes resounded through the venue.

The electronic screen showed the two cars crashing one after the other.

"Young Master Wen's car hit the rocks! Get a doctor!"

"Young Master Zhou's car nearly went through the guardrail! Get someone to help!"

"The rain's too heavy! Several cars farther back have crashed too!"

"Where's the rescue team? Hurry up!"

"The rescue team can't handle this. They need to go to the hospital immediately. Call 120!"

"The rain's too heavy. We just called, and they said all their ambulances are out. We have to wait..."

The venue descended into frantic chaos, but Qi Feiyu's rescue team was even more anxious.

The group rushed to the scene in makeshift raincoats.

After finally carrying the injured people to the first-aid station, they faced a choice between two patients.

Zhou Xuanze's face was covered in blood, and his breathing was rapid. Beside him, Lu Junjia was frantic with worry, holding his hand and crying nonstop.

Wen Chi was not doing well either. A shard was embedded in his thigh in a problematic spot, and none of the other medical staff dared to touch it carelessly.

"Doctor, please save him first. Brother Xuanze is in so much pain he's about to pass out. Look, he keeps coughing up blood. Is he about to die?" Lu Junjia wiped the blood off Zhou Xuanze as he cried.

"Doctor, save our Young Master Wen first. Nothing can happen to his leg!"

"Doctor..."

People on both sides clamored for Qi Feiyu to save their person first, giving him a headache.

He suddenly recalled the call from his good friend Peng Yuyan.

How had he known in advance that someone would get hurt?

And why had he told him to save Wen Chi first?

Qi Feiyu instinctively looked toward Wen Chi. The man's handsome face was deathly pale. His rain-soaked hair had been messily swept back, revealing his sharp brows and eyes.

His lips were pressed tightly together, and he was very quiet. If not for his deeply furrowed brows and the fine sweat on his forehead, it would have been impossible to tell he was injured.

By contrast, Zhou Xuanze had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth and kept wailing, his handsome face twisted into a hideous grimace of pain.

The people beside him were even more dramatic, wailing as though he were about to die right then.

Qi Feiyu thought for a moment, then started walking toward Zhou Xuanze.