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“Jie Shao, long time no see. I wonder if you have confidence tonight?” Lin Feng was right; the person who looked like a Young Master spoke to Liu Jie.
“Of course, without confidence, how could I dare to bet with you, Xin Shao?” Liu Jie confidently replied, knowing that this soft approach was the most effective.
“Oh, is this the one you called to drive?” Xin Shao looked down on ordinary racers and pointed at Lin Feng with disdain.
“Let me introduce him. This is Lin Feng, my brother, here to help me out.” Unlike Xin Shao, Liu Jie introduced Lin Feng warmly, showing him enough respect.
Lin Feng nodded to himself; compared to that Xin Shao, Liu Jie was much more agreeable.
“This is Song Xin, Xin Shao, the Young Master of Song Gang.” After introducing Lin Feng, Liu Jie introduced the other party.
“Oh, hello.” Lin Feng merely nodded lightly in response.
“Hmm.” Song Xin was even more arrogant, simply snorting as if that was enough of a greeting.
Lin Feng shook his head repeatedly; this kind of person was hopeless. What did I do to offend you? Or do you not have a mouth and only know how to speak through your nostrils?
As for Liu Jie, he smiled on the surface while feeling contempt inside when looking at Song Xin. If it weren't for his family's support, he would probably just be someone living off others.
“Oh, hello there, handsome. I’m Song Qi. Song Xin is my brother.” The mature woman beside them extended her hand to Lin Feng and introduced herself.
“Oh, hello. You’re very beautiful too.” When she reached out first, Lin Feng certainly didn’t share Song Xin's bad attitude and shook her hand gently while complimenting her appropriately.
Although Song Qi exuded charm, Lin Feng made sure their handshake was brief and polite.
This wasn’t just because she was beautiful; since she was polite, he felt he should reciprocate her courtesy even though it seemed they were on opposing sides now.
“Liu Jing, long time no see. You’ve become much prettier.” After shaking hands with Lin Feng, Song Qi caught up with Liu Jing, indicating they were familiar with each other.
Regardless of their true feelings, on the surface they appeared to be good friends.
This might be the way people in their circle communicate.
"Who is this?" Liu Jie asked, looking at a young racer dressed in racing gear next to Song Xin.
Clearly, Liu Jie meant to say, "I've introduced my racer, now it's your turn to introduce yours."
"My name is Amin." Song Xin understood Liu Jie’s intention, but he still arrogantly tilted his head towards the horizon, showing no intention of engaging. Instead, the racer standing behind him introduced himself to Liu Jie.
Song Xin could ignore Liu Jie’s words, but he couldn’t. Although he was a prominent figure in the underground racing scene, where everyone called him "Brother Ming," he knew that in the presence of Liu Jie and Song Xin, his so-called prominence reduced him to merely a lackey.
However, to maintain face for his boss Song Xin, he couldn’t be overly enthusiastic, so his tone was somewhat cold.
Lin Feng thought he had handled things well, but he still received a slap from his boss Song Xin. — "Smack..."
"Am I not supposed to introduce him? Do you need to show off?" Song Xin was furious that Amin had introduced himself without his permission. Lin Feng couldn’t understand how this could lead to such a confrontation.
If it weren’t for the fact that they still needed Amin for the upcoming race, Lin Feng suspected that Song Xin would have ordered his subordinates to beat Amin up again.
Shaking his head, Lin Feng expressed sympathy for Amin while also looking down on Song Xin. He wondered how Song Xin's father didn’t just shoot against the wall and end up with such a useless son.
However, even sympathy was just a fleeting emotion for Lin Feng. After all, in this line of work, one must pay their dues; it was normal for someone following others around as a lackey to occasionally get slapped.
Being a lackey wasn’t easy.
So Lin Feng felt it was better not to be a lackey at all.
Right now was good; as a racer, Lin Feng had earned enough respect from Liu Jie, while Amin seemed like a dead dog, subject to Song Xin's abuse.
Ultimately, the different treatment stemmed from Lin Feng having sufficient strength to earn respect, while Amin was just a driver willing to take risks.
Well then, after teaching his subordinate a lesson, Young Master Song left with a sour expression on his face, too upset even to pretend to be polite.
Once Song Xin had left, Liu Jie turned to Lin Feng and asked with a smile, "What do you think of Song Xin? Or rather, what kind of person do you think he is?"
Basically, Liu Jie’s words almost sounded like he was going to ask, “Do you think he’s someone who can’t be helped?”
“I don’t know, I just feel that Song Qi is quite beautiful,” Lin Feng naturally wouldn’t tell him anything and instead made a joke.
After saying that, Lin Feng bid farewell and left.
The reason for leaving was that there was only about half an hour left before the competition, and he still needed to test the track and try out Racing. It was a reasonable excuse to leave without any awkwardness.
As Liu Jie watched Lin Feng’s departing figure, he recalled Lin Feng’s earlier jest with a thoughtful expression.
Of course, he also picked up on the fact that Lin Feng didn’t want to get too involved in such matters. When he asked Lin Feng about his feelings towards Song Xin, it was more about preparing to win Lin Feng over in the future.
Otherwise, why would he show such respect to Lin Feng? Why would he promise Lin Feng thirty million for participating in the competition? What he truly valued was Lin Feng’s gambling skills; that was what mattered most.
Because he knew how terrifying someone with high gambling skills could be.
Lin Feng also vaguely understood Liu Jie’s intentions, but he really had no intention of joining the Liu Family’s camp. His purpose was simple: to participate in the competition tonight, collect his appearance fee, and then leave.
It wasn’t that Lin Feng was afraid of getting involved in such power struggles; rather, he felt they weren’t worthy of being his leaders.
So who would be worthy? God knows! Perhaps they weren’t even born yet.
Well, although Lin Feng didn’t think highly of Liu Jing’s driving skills, he felt that the girl was quite good at modifying cars. After a lap around the track, Lin Feng thought this was the best car he had ever driven in both this life and his past life.
The power, the engine, that deep yet pleasant sound—there was really nothing to criticize.
Especially when thinking that this car would belong to Lin Feng in the future, for the first time he felt it would be quite a pity to sell it.
He decided not to think about it; he would consider that after the competition. Whether or not to sell it could wait until then.
Alright, after both competitors finished testing their cars, it was time for vehicle inspections. Since this was quite an important race, they naturally had to do their best to avoid any accidents.
The inspectors were quick and efficient; it took only five minutes. Then an elderly man took the stage, followed by Liu Jie and Song Xin. Finally, a middle-aged man dressed as a referee also came up on stage.
However, the first three were just there to make an appearance; it was the referee who announced the competition rules.
Although the competition was not open to the public, it felt quite formal. The referee rambled on for a while, and Lin Feng finally understood what he meant.
The competition was divided into three rounds, and the first to win two out of three would be declared the winner. The first round was a standard race, which involved pairs of racers.
In simple terms, two drivers would each choose a Partner and then race for five laps; the one who crossed the finish line first would win. Additionally, since this was an Underground Racing Competition, unintentional collisions were allowed.
As for what constituted "unintentional," Lin Feng figured that as long as no one was pushed off a cliff, it would probably be considered unintentional.
For the second and third rounds, each racer would propose a fair racing method, and then they would compete based on those proposals.
Well, regardless of what methods both sides would suggest later, they would deal with that after the first round was over.
After hearing about inviting a Partner, Lin Feng felt it was sudden but glanced at Liu Jie, who looked confident. He knew he didn't need to worry about this matter.
Sure enough, once the competition rules were announced, Liu Jie brought over the Partner.
It was expected that a Partner would be sent over to Lin Feng, but it was unexpected that it would be someone he knew.
Because Lin Feng's Partner, Hao Ran, was Liu Jing.
"Why are you here?" Lin Feng had already sat in the car but got out again upon seeing Liu Jing's arrival.
"What? Do you think I'm not good enough for you?" Liu Jing maintained a serious expression as she spoke.
The way she asked sounded like she had been rejected by Lin Feng in a confession.
"It's not that I..." Lin Feng initially wanted to say he was worried about Liu Jing's safety but stopped midway.
On one hand, such concern might elicit a response from Liu Jing like "You don't need to pretend to care," and on the other hand, worrying about Liu Jing's safety might imply his own lack of confidence from a certain perspective.
To be honest, although this was his first time participating in an official Racing competition, Lin Feng had already experienced high-speed driving while escaping danger; how could he possibly be afraid of such a formal Racing event?
To show his confidence, Lin Feng opened the car door for her, allowing her to get in.
Without any encouraging words or an excited kiss, Liu Jing and Lin Feng sat in the car, waiting for the race to begin.
In contrast, Amin was passionately kissing his partner, making Lin Feng's earlier sympathy for him vanish completely. There was nothing pitiful about someone like that.
However, his partner's charm and stature were not comparable to Amin's partner, who clearly looked like someone frequently involved in underground racing.
In fact, if Lin Feng were to have a partner like Amin's, he would not accept it. With this thought, Lin Feng felt balanced; after all, they were both beautiful women, so there was no need to dwell on it too much.
"Racers, take your positions." The referee's voice echoed in the racing arena, signaling that the competition was about to start.
"Be careful," Liu Jing said at this moment, her expression softening slightly as she showed some nervousness.
Speaking of which, Liu Jing was also an excellent racer. Although her skill level was not on par with Lin Feng's, her racing experience likely surpassed his by a significant margin. However, since she wasn't the one driving, it was normal for her to feel a bit anxious at this moment.
"Don't worry," Lin Feng said as he took his hand off the steering wheel and held hers with a smile.
"Countdown: 3, 2, 1... Go!" The referee's voice rang out again.
The race had begun...
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