Chapter 651 - 1 Old News (2/2)
It could be considered a new district on the surface, but in reality, it was actually a ghost town. The new city’s mayor announced with great pride that he wanted to turn it into an Oriental Manhattan, but just when work started on the grand blueprint, he was transferred away by his higher-ups. For some reason, the new mayor had lost all intention to continue with the grand project. Hence, the new district was vacant; its occupancy rate very low.
Zhang Heng could feel that once he got off the overpa.s.s. Almost no other vehicles were nearby, and the high-rise apartments surrounded by residential areas were devoid of light. He slowed down the car.
According to the description in the news, he finally found his target after circling the area halfway. As compared to other deserted areas, this street was actually quite lively. It was now midnight, but many still gathered around the area. There were also no fewer than ten customized luxury cars parked there. Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the scene. What he worried most was that this group of people never appeared in this dungeon or that they did not come out to party tonight.
These were the members of a car modification club, its members mostly consisting of wealthy businessmen’s children. When the abundance of material pleasure could no longer satisfy their l.u.s.t, they naturally turned to the pursuit of excitement.
Every week, they would gather at this spot to drag race. This had been going on for a year and a half. During this period, some had gone overseas to study, and some quit due to a deteriorating financial situation for their families. Fresh blood constantly joined the exclusive club reserved for society’s upper echelons.
Since very few lived in this new settlement, and because of some families’ ties to the authorities, no one cared about them until two of them got into a car accident. During the race, a Porsche and a Mercedes rammed each other, the collision so bad that it caused the Porsche driver’s death. The whole thing was exposed after that.
Zhang Heng was not too bothered by the news. After all, it was their own people who died in the end, and they did not hurt pa.s.sers-by. Moreover, they chose to race in a new, spa.r.s.ely populated towns.h.i.+p. In other words, whatever they were doing wasn’t considered a nuisance. Compared to some who made a racket on the streets, these were a much better lot. Despite all that, street racing was still an illegal endeavor.
They became nervous when they saw a Volkswagen appearing on the other side of the street.
One guy who looked very young, probably the most arrogant among them, said to Zhang Heng, “What are you looking at? Get lost now!”
Although the others did not say anything about Zhang Heng, it was obvious that they wanted him to get lost as well. Instead of leaving, Zhang Heng stopped the Volkswagen next to them. As the windows wound down, the crowd saw the person in the driver’s seat.
They were surprised to see that the driver was a millennial. Zhang Heng was no stranger to such a situation. Although everyone was giving him hostile stares, he showed no fear like an ordinary man would, asking instead, “Drag racing?” “It’s none of your business,” snapped a young man who was sitting on his Porsche 911’s hood while puffing a cigarette. He was the only racer tonight that came without a female companion and seemed to be the group leader.
“It’s boring to race among yourselves. Let me join in,” Zhang Heng said. The moment Zhang Heng said that, everyone started to laugh at him.
One of the girls who wore a cap and a plaid suspender dress laughed the loudest. Laughing and clutching her belly at the same time, she almost burst into tears. “You’re a funny one, aren’t you? Are you planning to race with this piece of junk?”