God Of Racing

Qiu Nuo and Zheng He just smiled faintly, but Ma Ji was troubled. He cautiously approached and asked, "Uh... Boss, what's wrong? Do you know Zhao Jie?"

"I'm not telling you," the boss replied with a chuckle.

Just moments ago, he had seemed lifeless, but now he was suddenly all smiles. What kind of person was he?

"Number Two, what are you thinking about? Come on, let's eat. It's my treat today."

"Ahem..." Ma Ji pulled at him. "But Boss, it's only four o'clock!"

"Is it?" he asked, looking confused. "Well, it doesn't matter. We'll eat sooner or later anyway. You're not coming? Fine then, let's go!"

"Number Three, Number Four, it looks like the Boss has gone mad. Should we call Geleshan Mental Hospital just in case?"

"This Number Two... If you want to call, go ahead. Since you're not coming to eat, we'll go on ahead."

"Who said I'm not going? Only turtles and bastards don't take advantage of free meals!"

The four of them went to the same small restaurant as before. This time, Ma Ji didn't need to persuade the boss to drink. Zhuifeng was already drinking on his own, and more than last time. However, he didn't get drunk; he just became more talkative and a bit crazier. As soon as they returned to the dorm, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

When Zhuifeng finally woke from his sweet dreams of reuniting with Little Jie, it was already the next morning. As the saying goes, everything has its ups and downs. The dream was sweet, but waking up was bitter, with a splitting headache. "Damn, I really can't handle alcohol. Ma Ji, my head... Whoa! Liu Tang? What are you doing here? Are you trying to scare me to death so early in the morning?"

"Boss..."

"What the hell!" Zhuifeng shuddered. "I'm a man, a normal man. Don't look at me with those 'loving' eyes. It won't work! I'm not into that!"

Liu Tang's jaw dropped. The boss seemed to have really gone mad. Just yesterday afternoon, he had been lifeless, but now he was like this? Liu Tang's expression changed, and he pleaded, "Boss, save me!"

"Save you?" Zhuifeng was confused. "Save you from what? You're a teacher, aren't you?"

After a while, with no other choice, Liu Tang had to come clean.

It turned out that when he first learned that Zhuifeng didn't want to race against the Japanese racer, he had come up with a plan to force his hand. He spread rumors and gossip throughout the Chongqing racing community that Wind God was going to race against the Japanese racer. He had originally planned to use this to pressure Zhuifeng into participating in today's race. However, he didn't expect Zhuifeng to run off without even hearing him out. Now the situation had changed, becoming... even more complicated.

"What does that have to do with me?" Zhuifeng's expression had suddenly turned ice-cold. He dropped a frigid remark and turned to enter the bathroom.

Liu Tang was dumbfounded again. Everything had been fine just moments ago. How had it suddenly turned into something even more frightening than yesterday?

Because of a taboo — a sore spot. Throughout Zhuifeng's life, it seemed that whenever he wanted to accomplish something, his parents would always coerce him into working at the company for a while. As a result, coercion had become Zhuifeng's own untouchable, inviolable sore spot.

"Sigh..." Looking at his reflection in the mirror after wiping away the water droplets, Zhuifeng could only smile bitterly. "What are you doing? If you don't want to go, then don't go. Why get angry? ... He is a teacher after all..."

Zhuifeng understood that his self-reproach wasn't really because Liu Tang was a teacher, but because Liu Tang was the first friend he had made in society. This kind of friendship was something Zhuifeng had never experienced before. The weight of it certainly couldn't be dismissed so easily. But still... Of course, Liu Tang himself didn't know any of this.

"... You said earlier that the situation has changed. Can you explain?" After coming out of the bathroom, the two had been in a cold war for about ten minutes, one expressionless, the other at a loss.

"Ahem..." Liu Tang was startled, thinking the situation might have turned around. "How should I put it? Anyway, it's blown up now. Initially, I thought this would only spread to the towns around Chongqing, but now, hehe, I don't know how it happened, but not only have racers from neighboring Hunan, Guizhou, Sichuan, and other places swarmed in, even people from Shanghai and Hong Kong have come. The atmosphere outside is simply unprecedented. Almost everyone is discussing this matter, but..." Liu Tang swallowed. "Now the tension is also quite high. It's like we're at odds with the Japanese. On my way here, I heard that a Japanese exchange student was beaten up... In short, the situation today can be described in one word — tense!"

"Tense is good. With things blown up so big, hehe, I don't believe the traffic department won't get involved."

"Speaking of that, I find it very strange too," Liu Tang said, puzzled. "After getting this news, I initially thought, great, now the race definitely can't happen, after all, this is illegal street racing. But when I asked a classmate who works at the traffic bureau, I was stunned. Not only are they not prohibiting it, they even said they fully support us and will handle the road clearing work. I was dumbfounded!"

Zhuifeng completely collapsed onto the bed.

"Also, I heard that many media outlets have come, and Chongqing TV, as the host, has decided to broadcast the entire event live to all of Chongqing's viewers at dawn..." Liu Tang stopped talking because Zhuifeng's face had turned ashen.

"Is that all?"

"... Boss, where are you going..."

"Bang!" Apart from the dissatisfied sound of the door being slammed shut, Zhuifeng left without saying a word.

"This..."

....

Bashan Road, located in Chongqing's Bashan Industrial Zone, had always been unremarkable due to its remote location from the city center. However, today, it was destined to break its silence.

Although it was still more than ten hours before the rumored race time, the noise level here had already far exceeded historical records. Those who came early to secure good spots were smugly excited, chattering non-stop; while those who had just arrived were also shouting continuously, just to inquire about the next good spot.

"Brother, what are they setting up tents for up there?"

Looking back, "You mean that? See those letters CQTV-1? It's the TV station."

Tongue out, He said: "Holy cow! I thought the TV station coming for a live broadcast was just a rumor. It's actually true!"

"Of course! Don't you know who's racing? This is our Chongqing's Wind God racing against a Japanese racer!" He emphasized that he was from Chongqing, completely showing a 'I'm proud to be from Chongqing' attitude.

Sure enough, when the guy heard he was from Chongqing, envy immediately showed on his face: "Brother, your mom is amazing..."

"What does my mom have to do with this?"

"You don't know? Geez! If your mom hadn't given birth to you and raised you in Chongqing, would you be a Chongqing person?"1

....

In contrast, the area halfway up the mountain was much quieter, with almost no vehicles passing by. Everyone was quite conscious, knowing that this mountain road was reserved for a race today, so many cars preferred to take a detour even if it meant driving a few extra miles.

"Yamamoto, remember, we can't afford to screw up our mission this time!"

"I know." Yamamoto impatiently threw away his cigarette butt and said fiercely, "You think I'm an idiot? Even a primary school student would know how to choose between 10 million dollars and first place in an underground race!"

"Hehe, that's good, that's good!" A man with a dignified appearance but a very gloomy face kept nodding and bowing with a dry laugh. "What's most important in the 21st century? Money!"

Leaning against the car, Yamamoto pondered for a moment. "Actually, we've done so many jobs here. Why are we still at it now?"

"What? Are you someone who thinks they have too much money these days?"

"Boss, that's not what I mean!" Seeing the man in full professional racing gear in the car speak up, Yamamoto quickly shook his head. "I just think that although those Chinese civilians don't know, we're still under the spotlight. Isn't this a bit too risky?"

"The reason you lost to Motoyama Toshihiro and Richard Lyon in the league is that you're too brainless. Why have we been working non-stop? To ensure the Chinese police don't allocate too much manpower here tonight! If it weren't for this, I couldn't care less about a few hundred thousand dollars."

"Yes, yes!" Seeing that the boss seemed to be getting angry, Yamamoto quickly lowered his head and apologized. "Boss, I was wrong... but have you confirmed that guy's identity? We don't want to target the wrong person!"

"Damn it!" Now he was really angry. "I told you you're a pig head and you still don't believe it! Do you think an ordinary person could arrange such a grand event? This is underground racing, which is illegal, but now look—the traffic police, reporters, and TV stations are all here. Do you think they're really here to avenge the grievances of World War II? It's uncertain who will win or lose today. If it were someone else, would the scene be this grand?"

"I..."

"Stop right there! Little Three has already gone to keep an eye on him, you should go prepare too... The details are like this, when you reach this turn, don't you dare get in front of him... Although I doubt you could outrun him anyway!"

"...Yes!"

Just like martial arts in novels, no matter how perfect a move is, there will always be some flaws. It's just a matter of whether you can find them or not. This is what people often call — a single flaw in perfection!

Shortly after Yamamoto and the others had just left, a police car stopped at the spot where they had been.