Chapter 298

Chapter 298: 291: Life and Death Situation on the Racetrack, Who Will Live and Who Will Die (Five Updates) Chapter 298: 291:

Life and Death Situation on the Racetrack, Who Will Live and Who Will Die (Five Updates) Jiang Chengxue said, “Wangbei Mountain, come over.”

Xie Shang had played with race cars before, being the Season God on the Wangbei Mountain circuit.

The car was already prepared, and Dai Qiu felt extremely foreign looking at the person so close at hand. She clearly understood him so well, so why couldn’t she enter his world? It always seemed so far away.

“Do you really have to do this?”

Jiang Chengxue crouched down, picked up a stone, and stared at the starting line of the race track, marking the already existing starting line with the stone, drawing one line after another.

As a child, he always mechanically repeated a meaningless task, immersed in his own world, regardless of how much others scolded him.

Dai Qiu had known him since childhood, and later as he grew up, he learned to “fit in.”

“Wen Changling’s ears were ruined because of him.”

Jiang Chengxue seemed to be talking to himself, continuously re-drawing the starting line on the ground with the stone.

When he was a child and he made a mistake, his mother, who loathed him to the extreme, would throw him out, and he would draw dresses on the walls outside. Then he would cut his hands and smear the blood on the dresses, turning the colorless dresses into red ones. No one understood why he always drew red dresses. They just thought he was sick, that he was always hurting himself, that he didn’t understand human language. But his mother understood, and because she did, she despised him even more, felt more disgusted, and wished even more that he would die.

He likewise loathed himself. He was so dirty, his blood was dirty, his bones were dirty, everything was dirty.

“Wen Changling still loved him.”

“Wen Changling is so annoying.”

“Xie Shang is even more annoying.”

“He deserves to die.”

He envied Xie Shang so much.

Dai Qiu said, “You will die too.”

As he stopped drawing lines, Jiang Chengxue suddenly looked at Dai Qiu. He had had many women, but except for Wen Changling, he had never looked at anyone so seriously, “If I die, will you cry for me?”

Dai Qiu choked up, “I will.”

She would cry until her eyes hurt, and besides her, no one else would cry.

“Don’t cry for me,” Jiang Chengxue smiled gently and tenderly wiped away Dai Qiu’s tears, his eyes numb, “If you’re going to cry, cry for yourself.”

Xie Shang arrived, this was his familiar territory.

Jiang Chengxue, dressed in his racing suit with his injured hand hidden in the sleeve, seemed normal, “During the two hours Wen Changling slept, do you want to know what I did to her?”

The marks on Wen Changling’s neck were left by him.

Xie Shang’s gaze was calm, all his emotions suppressed deep beneath his impassive eyes. As a youth, he was addicted to all extreme sports that made his heart race; calligraphy, chess, music, and painting were just for show to his elders. He was a radical, the most rebellious at heart, with a very aggressive and competitive spirit.

Life-threatening games were his area of expertise and also made his blood boil.

“Choose a car, Season God,” Jiang Chengxue tossed a racing suit to Xie Shang, “Beat me, and I’ll tell you.”

Xie Shang chose a red race car; Jiang Chengxue had black. Aside from the color, both cars looked and performed exactly the same.

No referee was needed, both were experts. The cars left the starting line at the same time, almost side by side on the Wangbei Mountain’s inner track, and then the red car entered the outer track first, closely followed by the black one.

Halfway up the mountain came Wangbei Mountain’s infamous nine deadly turns, where many professional racers had crashed before.

On the sharpest turn, the black car drifted around the corner, overtaking the red car, then floored the gas and sped away. At the last turn of the deadly nine, the black car suddenly jerked the steering wheel to turn around, flipping the vehicle halfway, with only one side’s tires scraping sparks off the ground.

With incredible speed and without hitting the brakes, the red car made a minor steering adjustment, flipped halfway to the right side, and unavoidably smashed into it. Both cars were nearly torn apart, billowing thick smoke. Even in a high-speed crash, a real race car wouldn’t break apart to the point of scattering its internal framework.

——There was something wrong with the cars.

Today Jiang Chengxue came to end things, as did Xie Shang. There would only be two outcomes, mutual destruction or one survivor.

The door of the red car opened, and Xie Shang got down from the car, walking to the black car with glass embedded into his left arm, still bleeding. He removed his helmet, revealing a handsome face, just with a few drops of blood on the corner of his mouth.

“You lost.”

This was the rule of the underground racing in the west of the city; if both drivers didn’t brake in a collision, the one who lived won, and the one who died lost.

“I originally wanted to bite through her neck.” Jiang Chengxue’s leg was trapped, and he was too lazy to move, letting the blood flow freely. He had lost, no point in caring, he sighed, “I didn’t bite through.”

Besides that, he hadn’t done anything in those two hours, not even executing his initial plan.

“Xie Shang.”

Jiang Chengxue seldom called Xie Shang by his name because he didn’t want to. He hated the surname Xie; it represented the perfect affection and adoration that one was born into.

Just like the Jiang from Jiang Wangtu, it was disgusting, just thinking about it was disgusting.

“Xie Shang.”

He called out again, just like Wen Changling used to do.

“Do you think I lost to you? I lost to Wen Changling.”

After Jiang Chengxue finished speaking, boom, the gas tank exploded.

Xie Shang just watched, watched as the flames spread from the rear of the car to the front, watched Jiang Chengxue close his eyes and smile. Xie Shang turned and left the scene with the fire glowing behind him.

It was over.