Fu Quan sighed and said, “Like I just mentioned, she’s known as the Longhai Road God. That mountain is Longhai Mountain. It has twenty-three ninety-degree turns alone, plus twelve U-shaped bends, and it’s only two lanes wide—not much room on the sides. Sure, there are barriers, but one tiny mistake and you’ll roll right down the slope. Plenty of people have learned that lesson the hard way on Longhai Mountain. Seven or eight deaths there every single year.”
As someone from Longhai City, how could you not have heard of Longhai Mountain? You’d even see news reports about fatalities there every single month. That mountain was practically a graveyard for street racers.
Other people would at least shut down the mountain roads in the dead of night before racing. But these guys didn’t even bother with that. With those ninety-degree turns, if a car came from the opposite direction, it’d be total wreckage and certain death.
Damn, that was intense.
But all this talk absolutely terrified Gu Wan’er. This was way too dangerous!
“I need to say something to her,” Gu Wan’er said with a serious look.
Lu Zhengzhi and Fu Quan understood—Yu Xiaoduo wouldn’t want his woman to take such a risk.
Once the others stepped away, Gu Wan’er said softly, “Forget it. So what if those old geezers laugh at me? Your wedding fund—I’ll pay you back myself. Let’s just call this off.”
“Worried about me?”
“I’m worried I’ll have to attend your funeral.”
Yu Xiaoduo: “…”
“Whoa, look at you. After hanging out with me for all these days, you’ve picked up a few clever comebacks.”
“Like I needed to learn? I’m just getting influenced by the dark side.”
Yu Xiaoduo flashed a confident smile and said casually, “If you watch three hundred racing movies, even a total newbie can turn into a road god.”
“Keep bragging. ‘Road god’ my foot—you can barely even step on the gas in that BMW of yours.”
“Hey, that’s my little mistress. If you stomp on it like that, I’d be heartbroken.”
Gu Wan’er narrowed her eyes. “Tsk, quit the jokes. It’s too dangerous.”
“Relax. I’ll settle this score for you. After all, you’re basically half my woman.” Yu Xiaoduo patted his own shoulder, then felt a little weird about it.
Gu Wan’er: “…”
“Besides, you still owe me so much back pay. Don’t even think about welching, or I’ll go ask your little sister for it.”
Hearing Yu Xiaoduo’s words, a warm current flowed through Gu Wan’er’s heart, but she was still worried. “You idiot! Take it slow, you hear me?!”
“You kidding? If I go slow, how am I gonna win? Watch me beat her fair and square. I’ll have my fun first, then I’ll pass it on to you.”
Gu Wan’er blinked, then snapped, “Pervert!”
“Gu Wan’er, you know what? Your mind is seriously dirty. I meant swapping identities, you know. What did you think I meant?! Gu Wan’er, you’re such a freak!!!” Yu Xiaoduo gasped in mock horror.
Then he quickly added, “Let me tell you—stop watching those videos on my phone. Next thing you know, you won’t be able to resist going after women.”
“As if I’m anything like you.”
From the side, Ye Shishi said coolly, “Are you two done with your goodbyes? Everything’s set. Drones will track us the whole way, and our helmets have first-person cameras too. Everyone else can log into our app and watch the live stream.”
Yu Xiaoduo shot Gu Wan’er a steady, reassuring look. Gu Wan’er took a deep breath, gave his shoulder a pat, and stepped back.
“Miss Ye, let’s get this started,” Yu Xiaoduo said as he swung onto the bike and gave it a quick check.
Ye Shishi said flatly, “Relax. I wouldn’t stoop to tampering with the bike.”
“Better safe than sorry.” Yu Xiaoduo didn’t care about her pride—he just fired up the beast beneath him.
Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!!!
The red Ducati roared to life like a waking monster, letting out a savage growl.
Yu Xiaoduo didn’t waste a second—he went straight into tire-warming mode. The rear wheel spun wildly, kicking up clouds of blue smoke.
Just that move alone told everyone that “Gu Wan’er” was no stranger to bikes. The smoothness, the technique—clearly a seasoned rider.
Off to the side, Ye Shishi smiled. With her long, toned legs, she swung gracefully over the front of her bike and settled into the seat, drawing every guy’s eyes straight to her. So cool.
Yu Xiaoduo curled his lip. Show-off. Wearing those leather pants to grab attention, and putting him in this racing suit—what a sneaky move. So what if your legs are long? Careful, or I’ll grab ’em and go all out until you’re crying for mercy.
Just like Yu Xiaoduo, Ye Shishi started warming her tires too. The two heavy-duty machines roared in unison, stoking the fire in everyone’s chests.
Outside the courtyard, the two riders lined up side by side, facing the finish line. The narrow path was only about one and a half car widths wide, and the road was scattered with small pebbles, which made things even more dangerous—this wasn’t some professional racetrack.
Pan Wei walked to the front of both riders and raised his left hand high.
Yu Xiaoduo and Ye Shishi twisted their throttles at the same time, revs shooting up instantly!
The crowd of men around them started getting hyped. Even some of the women looked like they were about to lose it, shouting “Go, Sis Ye!” at the top of their lungs.
As Pan Wei dropped his arm with a sharp swing, the two beasts reared up and shot forward like cheetahs. They hit a hundred kilometers an hour in under four seconds flat. The men erupted in cheers—the days of being ruled by Sis Ye were back.
But everyone noticed that Gu Wan’er wasn’t to be underestimated either—at least from the start, the two of them remained neck and neck.
Gu Wan’er stared at Yu Xiaoduo’s fading silhouette, her heart full of worry. Earlier he’d called her impulsive—and now look at him. Men.
At the end of the road was a small curve. As the saying goes: anyone can step on the gas in a straight line; it’s the corners that separate the fast from the truly fast.
Ye Shishi wasn’t the type to underestimate her opponent. To make sure she won this one hundred percent, she’d already memorized every turn. So she immediately seized the best racing line into the bend.
Yu Xiaoduo frowned. It’d been too long since he’d last ridden—he was still a bit rusty, and that let her steal an advantage.
Sure enough, coming out of the first turn, Ye Shishi pulled ahead, making the guys whistle and cheer.
“Let’s just head straight to the finish line and wait,” Lu Zhengzhi said, hurrying to get the car.
But Pan Wei sneered from the side, “The finish line? That’s if she even makes it there.” Then he got into his car with Fu Yangxue.
Gu Wan’er, imitating Yu Xiaoduo’s tone, shot back at Pan Wei: “Moron.”
Pan Wei: “…”
“Yu Xiaoduo, let me tell you—don’t get cocky. This isn’t your turf!” With that, Pan Wei ignored him and drove off.
Gu Wan’er snorted. All talk, no bite. Not even as tough as Yu Xiaoduo.
Wait a second though—what did Pan Wei mean by “this isn’t your turf”?
Fu Quan overheard that remark and grew even more certain that Yu Xiaoduo’s background was no ordinary one. Even Pan Wei only dared to throw out empty threats.
Gu Wan’er climbed into Lu Zhengzhi’s Ferrari. Lu Zhengzhi pulled out his phone and opened the dedicated app, which immediately displayed a bird’s-eye view of the race. He could clearly see the two red beasts tearing down the road—and even hear a commentator’s voice.
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Sister Ye’s comeback event—the first race—is officially underway. As you can clearly see, Sister Ye, in black leathers, is currently in the lead. The lady in the red racing suit is Miss Gu from Jingzhou, who is currently trailing behind by about seven or eight car lengths.”
