82 Tactless Minions (1/2)

After the private race had been concluded, there were still many things to be done like cleaning up the roads, towing away the race cars, and tending to the wounded racers. If people were not in a hurry to get back home, they might even sit down over tea to talk about life, to get to know each other. After all, in a circle as tight as the car racers, yesterday's enemy could easily become today's friend.

After hearing from Little Brother Yuan that Ye Shuang had no driving license, the group of spectators immediately rushed over, afraid that there might have been a death. When they arrived, the state of the two race cars and the two racers tipped them off to the result of the race.

Other than Ye Shuang's surprising victory, the crowd became curious about one question—why hadn't they heard of such a character before‽

Therefore, the crowd naturally got curious about why Ye Shuang had challenged the unfortunate racer. They had thought there was some dark history between them, so imagine their shock when they realized it was due to a finger.

Well, the man was certainly unlucky to have challenged such a hidden expert. The group of heartless animals mocked the racer after sighing, adding salt to the already deep injury of the sad racer.

After the harmless mocking, both parties started to clean the area… like clearing away the debris and rubber.

The two young masters from the capital did not even mind that their car had been broken; the fact that his car had beaten an underground racer from San Lin City was compensation enough. The locals also realized that the two from the capital were not as conceited as they had assumed.

The atmosphere was nice, and after the exciting race, most of them just wanted to know more about this super racer who seemingly appeared from thin air. Therefore, Ye Shuang naturally became the center of attention. Even Little Brother Yuan was greatly welcomed by the racers due to his relation to Ye Shuang.

”Hmm… I feel like we've forgotten something important…” After getting into the undamaged car of the other young master from the capital, Little Brother Yuan crawled into the backseat and scratched his head in contemplation.

The young man sitting in the passenger seat twisted his head around to smile and say, ”What could be so important at midnight? Furthermore, it would be an affront to these people if we refused to accept their supper invitation. Brother Ye is so amazing. Next time you come to race, remember to tell us.”

Ye Shuang smiled and said nothing. Actually, she also felt like something had escaped from their mind. However, when she heard that Yao Zhixing would appear at the supper location, she ignored the feeling. Apparently, the racers wanted to introduce her, the 'hidden master', to the king of the racers. This concerned her mission, so everything else became unimportant in comparison.

Therefore, after the short hesitation, this little complication was tossed out of everyone's mind, overwhelmed by the curiosity toward Yao Zhixing.

The group of race cars left one after another, and no one remembered that back at the location where they had gathered earlier, two racers and their race cars idled in the dark…

This is weird, why aren't there any spectators here?

Even though the two did not expect too many spectators for a private race like theirs, an empty crowd was still quite surprising. Realizing their rivalry was so unimportant in other people's eyes that they could not even summon the interest to come spectate, the two racers looked at each other, and their rage and desire to win slowly dwindled.

…

Halfway through the supper, Yao Zhixing came as promised. The young man had spiky hair that was set in place by hair gel, and his outfit was casual, his expression spirited.

When this person stepped into the restaurant, Ye Shuang noticed him immediately, not because the young man was that handsome but because the air of leadership around him was too strong. When the group of racers stood up to welcome him, Ye Shuang confirmed her suspicion that this was Yao Zhixing.

”Aren't there two racers involved in a private match?” Yao Zhixing took his seat and raised his eyes to look around the room. He knocked on the table with one hand. ”Where are they? Is the race over?”

The group of racers was stunned before they turned to look at each other—they had completely forgotten about that.

The unfortunate racer who had lost to Ye Shuang scratched his nose. He was the second-in-command to Yao Zhixing, so naturally, he had to stand up to provide an explanation. ”Brother Yao, it's like this…”

Because we got too carried away in our little game, and we decided to come out for supper to get to know each other better. Thus, we completely forgot about those two.

That was what he intended to say, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Yao Zhixing. The latter squinted his eyes and scanned the man before letting his gaze fall on the man's elbow that was wrapped in bandages. ”What happened to your arm?”

”Erm…” Can you not purposely go for a person's sore point‽

The man's eyes darted around awkwardly and refused to meet Yao Zhixing's gaze. The group of minions around them who could not wait to see the world burn helped him to explain. ”Brother Fei flipped Brother Ye off when he shot past his car. In his anger, Brother Ye challenged Brother Fei to a race, and Brother Fei lost because his skill was worse than Brother Ye's. Hahahaha…”

Just you wait! Brother Fei used his eyes to shoot a warning glance at the busybody and remembered this incident in his heart. He would deal with him later.

Yao Zhixing turned his eyes away from Brother Fei to fall on Ye Shuang. With his hand on his chin, he thought about it and said, ”…You're Ye Shuang‽”