Chapter 412 - Mine Doesn’t Deserve to be Called a Car (2/2)

Su Canye glanced at the gear lever in the car, and his eyes nearly popped out; he even had difficulty gulping down his saliva. This thing “growing out from his butt,” didn’t it mean that he’d shove the gear stick up his b*tthole? Thinking about this, his rectum unconsciously tightened, and the hair over his entire body stood on ends. With a hurried and nervous smile, he said, “Brother-in-law, don’t worry, alright, I will never tell my sister that you have a gun.”

Xiao Luo ignored him, released the seat belt, and got off the car.

“Brother-in-law, where are you going?”

Su Canye felt his heart thumping as he wondered how Xiao Luo would negotiate the bet without the gambling money or a race car.

Xiao Luo disregarded the din around him and walked directly toward Lei Shijian.

Lei Shijian had his arm placed around the blonde girl’s waist, rubbing her up and down. He was sitting on the bonnet of a Porsche sports car, chatting and laughing with his companions, surrounded by an admiring crowd of avid fans who kept a respectful distance. Evidently, Wild Wolf Mountain was their home ground.

As Xiao Luo walked into the circle, his entry caught everyone’s attention…

Before he could reach Lei Shijian, two grim-looking burly fellows stepped in front of him and extended their hands to block his way.

“This area is exclusive to the Wild Wolf Mountain Motorsports!”

One of them said sternly, implying that the area was out of bounds to the likes of Xiao Luo, and he was not allowed to go any further.

Xiao Luo took a bank card from his pocket and said, “I want to race with your captain, Lei Shijian.”

Hearing this, a look of sheer mockery appeared on their faces.

The burly man who had spoken earlier said, “Well, to compete with our captain, the bet is at least one million. Do you have one million in this card?”

“Do you think I’m here to make fun out of you?”

Xiao Luo snorted and raised his chin. “Tell Lei Shijian to talk to me. Let alone one million, even ten million won’t be a problem,” he retorted.

Ten million dollars?

The two burly men took a deep breath and suddenly took Xiao Luo more seriously. Xiao Luo was not a familiar face in the Wild Wolf Mountain, and they presumed that he could be some rich guy from elsewhere that decided to have fun after hearing about their famed road race.

“A moment, please!”

The contemptuous expressions of the two burly men changed, and the person who had spoken turned and walked towards Lei Shijian. He could be seen whispering into Lei Shijian’s ear.

Su Canye came rushing over to Xiao Luo’s side and asked, “Brother-in-law, are you out of your mind? We have no car and no gambling money. Lei Shijian will never agree to compete with us unless his brain has short-circuited.”

“Isn’t my car a car?” Xiao Luo hurled a question back at him.

Su Canye looked incredulously at Xiao Luo with his eyes wide open like he had just seen an alien, and his mind was a total blank, wanting to cry, but he had no tears. “Brother-in-law, don’t tell me that you’re gonna use this Trumpchi to compete with him, I will beat you to death if that’s the case. ‘Xiao Ye’ here can be really cruel just so you know,” Su Canye cried, thumping himself on the chest, referring himself as the “Little Young Master.”

Could a Trumpchi be used to compete with him?

Wasn’t that just pure tripe?

It would only take 3 seconds for Lei Shijian’s sports car to accelerate from a standstill to a hundred miles per hour—it was a modified supercar. That local-made Trumpchi, on the other hand, would need at least ten seconds to do that, so the difference was significant. Even with Xiao Luo’s superb racing skills, just being able to see his opponent’s taillights would possibly be the best-case scenario!

As Su Canye stood there pondering all the things that could go wrong in their face-off against Lei Shijian, Xiao Luo gave him a kick in the butt and didn’t hesitate this time. It was so painful that Su Canye almost bawled in tears, as it felt like getting spanked hard, and it hurt more than a penicillin shot. The message to Su Canye was clear—stop addressing himself as “Little Xiao Ye” to him again!

“Oh, isn’t that Young Master Su? So, you’re Young Master Su’s friend. And I thought who’d be so lavish to not even care about millions of dollars. What brings you here today? Plan to win back your Bentley?”

It was Lei Shijian, who’d just walked over with the blonde girl in his arm and a cigar in his mouth.