Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
How would they dare to refuse him. They could only look at each other in dismay, nodding as they said, âOkay thenâ¦â
Just then, someone in the distance shouted, âThe cars are coming up!â
It seemed like the race was going to be over soon.
Yin Shaojie and Mu Xiaoxiao turned to look. Very quickly, from the dark mountain road, a beam of light flashed past. Like an arrow leaving the bow, it flew over the crowd.
The other group cheered and crowded around. âWe won! Second Young Master is still the bomb!â
The Lamborghini shot past the finish line but didnât slow down. Instead, it drifted nearby creating a harsh skidding sound.
Mu Xiaoxiao frowned uncomfortably, clasping her ear as she said annoyingly, âItâs so noisy! Whatâs wrong with this guy?â
But those people thought differently. They cheered excitedly and chanted for the Second Young Master.
Yin Shaojie looked at someone, and the man explained, âSecond Young Master is the kid from East City. He seems to be the second son in his family, so he is called Second Young Master.â
Obviously, the people cheering for him were his friends.
Shortly after, the second car appeared and hurried through the finish line.
The car stopped beside Yin Shaojie, and the person in the driverâs seat walked out. Looking infuriated, he threw something to the ground.
âThis kid is too disgusting! I really feel like killing him!â
The few rich kids went up to console him.
âI told you, right? This kid is disgusting and I told you to be more careful. Why did you let him overtake you?â
âLike Young Master Jie said, your skills are subpar!â
âI say, you might as well just let him take the lead. Itâs better than being toyed with like a mouse.â
âWhy donât we find some people and give him a thrashing? Iâm pissed! Look how arrogant he is. I really want to punch that face! F*ck!â
The more they talked, the angrier they became, their eyes filled with vicious currents.
Just then, a group of people came walking over to them.
âYou are Yin Shaojie?â an arrogant voice said.
Yin Shaojie turned to look.
There was a handsome kid in the crowd. The kid looked arrogant and domineering. He waggled his brows contemptuously. Sweeping a glance at the few rich kids, he then laid his eyes on Yin Shaojie.
Meeting Yin Shaojieâs eyes, the kid smiled, his attitude becoming less contemptuous and more excited.
âIt seems that theyâre not mistaken. You are qualified to be my opponent!â
The kid had a bright smile and looked young and fearless. He held out his hand to Yin Shaojie and said, âMy name is Feng Tianqi. Everyone calls me Second Young Master. Iâm from East City. You should know that, right? I heard youâre Mt. Akimaâs best racer?â
Yin Shaojie pocketed a hand in his pants, his hawk-like eyes glancing at his hand, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.
After a few seconds, he finally reached out to shake his hand.
Feng Tianqi knew that he was establishing an imposing air for himself, but he didnât mind. He smiled and said, âI really wanted to race you, but Iâm quite tired after racing three rounds consecutively.â
âOh?â Yin Shaojie raised his eyebrows.
However, it was true that the opponent had already raced three rounds. Even if he won the race, it wouldnât be glorious.
âIt just so happens that my brother wants to race you. Heâs at least as good as me. You wonât mind, right?â Feng Tianqi said as he pointed to a BMW parked at the side.