That night, on Jiangzhou’s Yandang Mountain. It was a barren hill almost exclusively occupied by the privileged second-generation elite of Jiangzhou.

At the foot of Yandang Mountain, dozens of supercars emitted deafening roars from their engines. Amidst the interwoven colors of their headlights, massive bonfires burned wildly. Several provocatively dressed, glamorous women swung flags, twisting their bodies with arrogant smiles in a dance that could make any red-blooded man’s pulse race. This scene was the epitome of an underground street racing venue.

“Young Master Li, everyone has placed their bets. Why haven’t we started yet?”

By the most blazing bonfire, a handsome young man stepped out of a Porsche 918, looking at another young man who was sitting on the hood of a modified Maserati, gazing into the distance.

“We’re waiting for a few more people,” Li Dongfu replied with a stern expression.

“Who else are we waiting for?” the handsome young man frowned. Damn it, a whole crowd waiting for just a few people? Who the hell do they think they are?

“They’re here,” Li Dongfu remarked casually as he saw headlights approaching from the distance. He then leaped off the hood and slowly walked forward.

SCREECH!

SCREECH!

An unmodified Audi R8 and a BMW Z4, one after the other, swept up dust and sand as they drifted to a sideways stop at the entrance to the racetrack. Their arrival immediately drew sidelong glances from the crowd.

What the hell? An R8 and a beat-up, base-model Z4? Where did these pieces of junk get the audacity to be so flashy?

But before their indignation could be voiced, the doors of both cars opened in unison.

Ma Yunbin, Ye Haoyuan, and Qin Fan stepped out one by one.

Young Master Ma? The Crown Prince of the Ye Family? Holy shit! How did these two get mixed up in this?

However, unlike the socialites from out of town, the local scions of Jiangzhou went pale upon seeing Qin Fan’s face. Why is it him? Why is this menace here too?

For the local scions of Jiangzhou, this moment was tense. The scenes from the party at Triumph Palace a few days ago were still fresh in their minds. It had been blessedly quiet for days without any news of this troublemaker. Was he here to cause problems, or something else?

No one would have guessed Qin Fan was here for the racing. After all, racing is a technical skill. Without the techniques and experience honed through countless hours on the track, who would dare to race in an event like this? Considering Qin Fan’s past… please, stop joking. The most basic question is, can he even afford a car?

“Young Master Ye, Young Master Ma!”

“Young Master Ye, Young Master Ma!”

A chorus of greetings erupted, yet they all collectively ignored Qin Fan. For the Jiangzhou locals, it was mainly because they didn’t know how to address him.

Young Master Qin? Lord Qin? Mister Qin? They couldn’t bring themselves to be the first to speak up.

“Well, well, isn’t this the useless trash kicked out of the family by my grand-uncle? Young Master Ye, when did you start keeping this dog?” Amid the greetings, a piercingly mocking jeer rang out.

From the crowd, a young man in his twenties with a blade of grass dangling from his mouth pushed aside the people next to him and strode forward. His red and green outfit was garishly unique.

As soon as he spoke, the faces of the local Jiangzhou scions changed drastically once again. The next moment, they all cast sympathetic, sorrowful glances his way. Even someone as prestigious as Wang Tianyu and the powerful Qin Shuai and Qin Feng are still lying in the hospital. This guy, who only acts high and mighty because his grandfather is Old Lady Qin’s biological sister, must be bored out of his mind and looking for an early grave!

“Idol, I know this dumbass. He’s a cousin from the Qin family. Old Lady Qin is his grandfather’s biological sister. He’s been coasting on that connection to act like a big shot all over Jiangzhou,” Ye Haoyuan growled, his face contorted in anger as he explained in a low voice to Qin Fan.

Then he strode forward.

“You motherfucker, what’s-your-name—I forget—have you been eating shit or something?” Ye Haoyuan pointed at the Qin family cousin, who was a few years his senior, and roared with the brashness of a Martial World thug.

Ye Haoyuan’s unprincely, vulgar language came as no surprise to the gathered scions. After all, his father was a wild man known for once threatening his own dad with a kitchen knife. Such crude tirades were perfectly normal; which of the local Jiangzhou youths hadn’t been cursed out by this guy?

“Young Master Ye, I’m just offering a kind reminder. Is all this really necessary? He’s a piece of trash cast out by the Qin family, a coward scorned and bullied by our entire circle. Keeping him as your lapdog tarnishes your reputation,” the young man seethed, but he could only swallow his anger in the face of Ye Haoyuan’s roar. He’d gladly torment Qin Fan at any opportunity, but he was far out of his league to directly confront the young Crown Prince of the Ye Family.

“Fucking your mother would tarnish my reputation, which is why I haven’t! You dumbass, get the hell on your knees for me, now!” Hearing his status questioned in front of Qin Fan made Ye Haoyuan’s face flush. He was truly panicking.

“A cousin, huh? Interesting.”

Licking his lips with a faint smile, Qin Fan grabbed Ye Haoyuan by the collar, pulled him back, and then walked toward the Qin family cousin.

“You piece of trash, remember me? You haven’t forgotten kneeling before me and slapping your own face two years ago, have you? Haha! Tsk, tsk. I never expected you’d see the day you’d become Young Master Ye’s dog. Not bad, not bad at all. I just hope your time as a dog lasts long enough. Otherwise, you know what will happen, hehe…” the Qin family cousin sneered, looking down slightly at the approaching Qin Fan with a wicked grin.

Clearly, no one had told him what happened to Qin Shuai and Qin Feng. No one had told him that this was the madman who had crippled Qin Shuai’s leg, sent Qin Feng to the ICU, and left the entire Qin family too terrified to even squeak in protest.

Useless trash, coward… that was all in the past.

Hehe.

A calm, serene smile appeared on Qin Fan’s otherwise impassive face.

Just as the Qin family cousin assumed Qin Fan was admitting defeat and about to beg for mercy, a life-altering reversal erupted without warning.

Qin Fan’s hand shot forward with lightning speed. The Qin family cousin saw a blur of motion and thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. But in the next instant, he felt his neck being seized. Before he could even turn his head, Qin Fan hooked an arm around his neck and flung him forward.

THUD!

A dull, heavy impact echoed through the clearing. None of the young masters present had even seen what happened. Less than a second had passed between Qin Fan’s move and the sound. The impact kicked up a cloud of dust from the ground.

But it wasn’t over. Just as the cousin began to struggle and push himself up, Qin Fan suddenly raised his right foot high and brought it crashing down on his back with savage force.

BOOM!!!

SPURT!!!

A sickening crack, like the sound of a heavy hammer striking bone, came from the cousin’s back. A horrifying spray of blood gushed from his mouth. His face, contorted in a violent spasm, instantly turned a deathly shade of gray.

“I’d like to join tonight’s race. Can you tell me where I can place a bet?”

With one foot on the ground and the other pressing down on the Qin family cousin’s back, Qin Fan turned and asked Li Dongfu with a perfectly harmless smile.

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