Chapter 118: Chapter 118 I’m Actually Very Good_1

Fu Meiting was left with no choice but to introduce Xiao Ze to Zhang Xian.

Apparently, Xiao Ze was also a second-generation rich kid from Tiandu and was one of Fu Meiting’s suitors. Because of business transactions, Fu Meiting tried not to make things too unpleasant.

Though Fu Meiting thought Xiao Ze was a decent guy, unlike other rich second generations who led debauched lives, his only hobby was racing cars to the point of obsession.

However, love can’t be forced. Xiao Ze’s persistent pursuit had become such a nuisance that Fu Meiting was starting to act standoffish around him.

"Elder Sister Meiting, you..." Xiao Ze was somewhat heartbroken after hearing Fu Meiting’s words.

As a rich second-generation heir, he had no shortage of pursuers. There was also no shortage of gold-diggers during this time. However, he had taken a fancy to Fu Meiting, hence his incessant chasing, determined to make her his.

"I don’t like you." Fu Meiting looked at Xiao Ze and declared, "So, give up already!"

"What’s so good about this young man?" Xiao Ze asked, puzzled.

Fu Meiting smirked and said, "In my opinion, he is better than you in every way. He’s more handsome than you, stronger than you, and more likable than you. Is that enough?"

Zhang Xian felt embarrassed. So, he was that impressive! Elder Sister Meiting really knew how to make people blush.

"Uh..." Xiao Ze’s lips twitched unnaturally a few times. He glared at Zhang Xian and spat, "Kid, I challenge you to a one-on-one. Dare or not? If you lose, stay away from Elder Sister Meiting forever."

"Sure, I’d love to compete with you." Zhang Xian nodded and grinned.

Fu Meiting was furious, "Zhang Xian, what do you mean by that? Are you trying to shake me off? Am I, Fu Meiting, so terrible that I tarnish your eyes?"

Xiao Ze glanced at Fu Meiting, then at Zhang Xian. He felt an impulse to hit his head against a wall. He had been pursuing Fu Meiting for three years, exercising all his wits, but got nothing in return.

The young man who had suddenly appeared was doing an impressive job of pushing the top-notch beauty like Fu Meiting away. People could be so exasperating!

"What is it?" Zhang Xian looked at Fu Meiting.

"Are you planning to lose to Xiao Ze on purpose, and escape in the meantime?" Fu Meiting questioned Zhang Xian coldly.

Zhang Xian turned his head to face Fu Meiting. After seeing the hatred in her eyes, he quickly abandoned his previous idea and laughed, "No, I just want him to give up."

"Really?" Fu Meiting suddenly laughed, "So, you can’t bear to part with Elder Sister, can you?"

Zhang Xian, feeling manipulated by Fu Meiting’s sudden laughter, reached out and gave her well-shaped buttocks a firm squeeze.

"Ah..." Fu Meiting screamed, "Zhang Xian, you are disgusting!"

"Damn it, kid, what are you doing?" Xiao Ze was infuriated. This bastard, dared to grab Elder Sister Meiting’s butt right in front of his face!

"What are you yelling about?" Fu Meiting glared at Xiao Ze, "It is my own business who I let touch me. If I were you, I would’ve walked away long ago, instead of being so persistent and shameless."

Xiao Ze was irritated but didn’t leave. Instead, he fixated his gaze on Zhang Xian and spat out word by word, "Kid, you agreed to compete with me, right?"

"Of course. To completely put your mind at ease, you can decide the competition event," Zhang Xian nodded, "But remember, if you back out after losing, you’ll pay."

Fu Meiting’s face changed dramatically, and she quickly shook her head, "No, the game is for me to decide, and it’ll be fighting."

"No... No, Elder Sister Meiting, he said I could decide." Xiao Ze was in a hurry.

He had never been afraid of fighting before. Those second generations who were his peers were all beaten up by him. But after meeting Zhang Xian today, he would never dare to play rough with him again.

In his opinion, fighting with Zhang Xian was no different from seeking death.

"What?" Fu Meiting questioned, "Since you guys are competing for me, I should be the one deciding the game."

"This has nothing to do with you. It’s a wager between him and me." Zhang Xian waved his hand and said, "Xiao Ze, right? You can choose the game."

"You..." Fu Meiting was so furious she could hardly speak.

Racing cars was what Xiao Ze loved the most and was the best at. Letting Xiao Ze choose was like Zhang Xian seeking his own doom, wasn’t it?

At this moment, she wished she could slap Zhang Xian. He had previously promised that he wouldn’t lose, but now he was making such decisions. What was the difference between this and willingly handing her over to Xiao Ze?

"Alright, remember, you’re the one who suggested this." Xiao Ze replied with a cold smirk, "I don’t have many hobbies, but I do love street racing. If you’re not afraid of dying, you can compete with me. If you win, I’ll never bother Elder Sister Meiting again. If I go back on my word, let there be divine punishment. Similarly, if I win, you should stay away from Elder Sister Meiting too and keep your filthy paws to yourself."

Zhang Xian nodded, "Sure, you can set the time and venue. I’ll be ready at any time."

"The sooner, the better. Let’s do it now. Let’s go to Panlong Mountain." Xiao Ze looked at Zhang Xian and smiled, "If you don’t have a car, I can lend you one. Don’t say I’m bullying you later."

"This isn’t bullying? Using your strengths against someone else’s weaknesses, do you find that fulfilling?" Fu Meiting turned her head and looked at Xiao Ze coldly.

If her previous indifference was a performance intended to make Xiao Ze give up, now, she truly despised Xiao Ze.

"What’s the rush?" Zhang Xian gave a chuckle, jumped into his Bentley and laughed, "Lead the way."

"Oh, it’s a Bentley Speed 6.0. Nice car." Xiao Ze looked at Zhang Xian and said, "But, I recommend you switch to another car. Yours can’t win against my War God."

Zhang Xian turned his head and laughed, "You want to win, don’t you? Why fuss about such details? Hurry up and lead the way. I am in a hurry!"

Xiao Ze suddenly got the impression that Zhang Xian was a complete outsider. With a contemptuous smile, he slipped into the GTR War God parked not far away and stepped on the gas pedal. The car roared and shot out.

Whether intentional or not, the GTR War God was moving quickly, snaking down the street, leaving a trail of dazzling blue light.

Zhang Xian didn’t chase him but languidly hung back.

Fu Meiting saw that Xiao Ze had disappeared and Zhang Xian showed no sign of urgency, infuriating her. "Zhang Xian, are you doing this on purpose, trying to leave me behind? If you really dislike me, you can just tell me straight."

Zhang Xian shook his head, "Uh, that’s not what I meant."

"Then why do you want to race with Xiao Ze?" Fu Meiting said angrily, "With the way you are, do you really think you can beat him?"

Zhang Xian laughed, "How will we know if we don’t try? I’m actually quite skilled."

Fu Meiting was rendered speechless. Putting aside Zhang Xian’s questionable driving skills, there was no comparison between their cars. Although Zhang Xian’s Bentley was not cheap, what Xiao Ze drove was a sports car.

Furthermore, Xiao Ze had modified his car. If Zhang Xian intended to race with a professionally modified sports car on a mountain road in a sedan, what would that be if not a death wish?

"Um..." Zhang Xian suddenly turned his head, "Elder sister Meiting, I don’t think I know the way, do you?"

"You..." Fu Meiting barely repressed her urge to slap Zhang Xian, gritting her teeth, "You just drive, I’ll guide you."

...

Panlong Mountain is not a tourist spot, but it still attracts a fair amount of people every day.

The reason being it is a sacred place for the street racers in TianDu City. Whether with two wheels or four, this is their battlefield, a place to earn honor.

It was morning, and the mountain wasn’t too crowded, just a few die-hards practicing their driving.

After a call from Xiao Ze, the previously quiet Panlong Mountain quickly became lively. Handsome sports cars and modified vehicles roared toward the mountain, creating a powerful spectacle.

"Such a bustling scene!"

Zhang Xian had arrived at Panlong Mountain and noticed that the mountain was steep, with many curves, including a few hairpin bends.

"Yes, very bustling indeed, they’ve all come to see you make a fool of yourself." Fu Meiting sat in the passenger seat, watching car after car pass by. She wished she could strangle Zhang Xian right on the spot.

Zhang Xian replied with a bitter smile, "Elder sister Meiting, I’m really good, why don’t you believe me?"

"Then you race!"

"Not yet time." Zhang Xian shook his head.

Back in the mountain, his master had given him some thorough instruction about motorcycles and automobiles. Although most of it was theoretical, Zhang Xian, as a cultivator, picked up on it quickly.

The passing cars were all professionally modified, with different parts. His car prioritized comfort, the tires weren’t wear-resistant and going full throttle immediately would affect the race.

"Pretend, keep pretending."

Zhang Xian noticed that no matter what, Fu Meiting wouldn’t believe him. He decided to stop explaining. Soon enough, he was going to shock her, and make Xiao Ze hang his head in shame.

...

At the top of the mountain, Xiao Ze’s GTR War God was already parked on the starting line.

The blue body, the black and white stickers, the matte black wheels, and the wild wind wing. No doubt, this was an extremely domineering War God, like a ferocious lion.

"Xiao Ze, who’s so daring to challenge you?"

"Exactly, doesn’t that guy know you are the car god of TianDu City? Your record still holds!"

"Hmph! Comparing with Xiao Ze is just seeking death. Even if that guy has phenomenal technique, this is Panlong Mountain. For this road, I have yet to see someone faster than Xiao Ze."

Many people gathered around Xiao Ze, very curious about who that reckless challenger could be.

"No need to ask. When he comes you will know." Xiao Ze was brimming with confidence. "I must say, that guy is funny, but he’s got guts."

"What do you mean?" someone asked.

As Xiao Ze was about to speak he saw a familiar Bentley speeding up, he laughed, "Look, here he comes. He plans to race me on Panlong Mountain in that car. What do you think? Does he have guts?"

"Damn, really? Does that guy have a death wish?"

"Holy cow, I’ve seen bold people but never this bold. Does he even know how long a runner is?"

"Oh my, is this guy an outsider? Racing in a sedan is one thing, but at the very least he should be driving a modified car, right? With no modifications, can a runner even handle mountain roads?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then a commotion erupted. They had seen fools, but none like this, daring to race up a mountain road in a long runner.

Zhang Xian, unaware that he was being ridiculed, parked his Bentley with a smile next to the GTR War God.

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