Chapter 41 (1/2)

Chapter 41: Tokyo Drift XI

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

At 3.00 am somewhere in Tokyo.

The rumble of engines broke the silence of the night.

More than a dozen modified cars in eye-catching colors lay silently in front of a shop that had gone out of business a long time ago. A group of street racers in punk clothing with their provocatively dressed arm candies were rambling away as they waited for someone.

Five minutes later, the person in question appeared.

A blue Subaru Impreza WRX stopped in front of the dumpster. The driver swung the door open and got down off the car, walking towards the group.

The group immediately stopped in their tracks as if they were startled. None of them dared look at him straight in the eye! Half a minute later, someone finally shouted, “The f*ck! Itō Ken! What the h.e.l.l is with the high-beam?!”

“Sorry! Sorry!” The one called Itō Ken apologized as he turned back to his car and turned off the headlights so that everyone could see the face of this newcomer.

The guy had a head full of unruly green hair and a glacial expression. Out of all the people in front of him, his eyes fixed on only one person. “Kentaro Inoue! Why the h.e.l.l did you ask me to come at this hour? It’s real late!”

“Oh, nothing urgent, except the t.i.tle Kosoku Ryusei has a new master,” said the guy in a jacket while lying on the roof of a car with his eyes closed. A girl next to him seductively fed him grapes.

“Whatever! You’re just the guy I defeated.” Itō Ken scoffed.

“a.s.shole! Who are you to look down at me?! I’m not the same person I used to be!” The jacketed guy opened his eyes like a tiger who had just awakened, angry, confrontational. “This time, I bet on all the dignity of men that I will not lose to you again!”

As if he sensed the sentiment the other guy was imparting, Itō Ken’s coolness thawed a little. He was silent for a little while and then said, “I understand, Inoue-kun. Then let’s talk with our speed.”

At that, both guys entered their cars. The girl who was with Kentaro Inoue walked to the front of the vehicles, and as the crowd cheered and whistled, pulled out her bra and threw it into the air.

When the bra.s.siere touched the ground, both vehicles charged forward simultaneously.

Itō Ken and Kentaro Inoue were old rivals. Both of them were from pretty good families—their fathers had business dealings with each other, with both the boys were best friends who grew up playing together since childhood. As a matter of fact, it was Kentaro Inoue who had pulled Itō Ken into this circle. As Itō Ken’s skills continued to grow, he soon surpa.s.sed his close friend, Kentaro Inoue, making him feel as if his reputation was threatened.

To cut the long story short, their friends.h.i.+p did not survive this test, and they gradually drifted apart.

Throughout the years, Kentaro Inoue had challenged Itō Ken but had lost more races than he had won. Itō Ken had never once looked down on his friend as Kentaro Inoue would frequently come up with improvements, whether in racing or technique. This posed a threat to him.

For these reasons, Itō Ken had to stay on edge and give 100% of his effort.

“Come on. Let me see what you have learned this time!”

Itō Ken thought to himself as he stepped on the gas pedal.

Both cars alternatively overtook each other, gaining the lead.

All of a sudden, his eyes widened! Out of nowhere, a mustard van appeared at the crossroad in front like a ghost in the dark!

s.h.i.+t! Why was there a car at this hour of the morning?!