Inside the car.
The girl tilted her head slightly, meeting Song Zhekun’s wide, astonished eyes. The corner of her crimson lips curled into a hint of casual sarcasm.
Then, she accelerated again.
Racing towards the final turn!
Song Zhekun’s eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted in a furious glare.
“Ming Zheng!”
He spat her name through gritted teeth, his roar of desperation echoing.
His ferocious visage was reflected on the massive screen.
But now, he had completely lost his chance to catch up.
He could only watch as Ming Zheng flawlessly navigated the turn and sped past the finish line—
Ming Zheng had won!
The entire venue fell into a second of deathly silence.
Then, it erupted into a roar of excited cheers.
This had nothing to do with their bet anymore.
It was a thrilling race, the kind rarely seen even on international circuits!
Exciting and perilous!
It was worthy of being included in a professional race driver’s textbook!
To witness such a competition up close, it was worth dying for right now, ahhhhh!
The crowd cheered wildly.
All eyes were fixed on the girl emerging from the car at the finish line.
A black hoodie, a high ponytail, cool and sharp.
On the girl’s radiant face, there was not a trace of emotion.
She appeared so calm and indifferent, as if she hadn’t just participated in a life-or-death race.
She stepped out of the car.
Her tall, slender figure was exquisite. She slowly turned.
With a slight lift of her chin, she cast a casual glance towards the racetrack.
Clearly, she was waiting for the arrival of the defeated dog.
Her demeanor was so nonchalant.
As if she were a deity.
This…
This was the true bearing of a superior!
Three minutes later.
Song Zhekun and his No. 1 race driver finally managed to drive their cars to the finish line.
He alighted from his car, his expression grim, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Ming Zheng. A metallic taste surged in his throat.
Ming Zheng, however, remained unfazed, meeting his gaze as equals.
The curve of her crimson lips seemed to mock him from every angle.
Song Zhekun’s sinister eyes blazed with intense malice, his rage spreading uncontrollably.
“Young Master Song, don’t forget… our wager.”
Ming Zheng’s lazy voice was captivating, her narrow, dark eyes slanted slightly upwards, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
Mentioning the wager made Song Zhekun’s face darken further.
He let out a cold sneer, “You dare?”
So what if she won?
If she wanted Song Zhekun’s hand, she’d have to prove she had the skill!
Song Zhekun raised his right hand, deliberately waving it in front of Ming Zheng. “You dare to touch my hand? Forget about you, the entire Ming family… will have to pay the price for your actions, understand?”
Ming Zheng’s dark eyes narrowed, the curve of her lips deepening. “What? Young Master Song, are you a sore loser?”
Her calm, cool voice held little discernible emotion.
Yet, beneath that gaze,
It was inexplicably chilling.
Song Zhekun’s hand-waving motion stiffened, his face turning unsightly, even bordering on humiliation.
“Lose? Did I lose?”
He gritted his teeth, his voice a cold, sharp retort.
Ming Zheng laughed. “Young Master Song, have you no shame? How will you maintain your standing in this circle in the future?”
Song Zhekun lifted his chin, a smug grin spreading across his face. “This is my territory, and my word is law. If I say I won today, then that’s the outcome.”
“Do you think anyone here dares to spread word of today’s events?”
He had completely abandoned all pretense of decency.
Rather, he wore it as a badge of honor.
This was the world of power.
Before power, there was no such thing as fairness.
So what if Ming Zheng won?
In the end, wouldn’t she still be reduced to his plaything?
This was the Song family’s law.
The rules of the game, set by him, Song Zhekun!
The two were still standing on the racetrack.
The all-angle cameras projected their images onto the massive screen.
Their conversation,
Clearly transmitted throughout Yin Yang Mountain.
Some of the initial excitement dissipated.
Some people denounced Song Zhekun’s shamelessness.
Some clicked their tongues, their expressions conveying disdain for Song Zhekun’s actions.
Some…
But no one stepped forward to refute Song Zhekun’s words.
That’s right.
Here,
Song Zhekun was heaven, he was earth.
How could ordinary people like them dare to defy the Song family?
Since he dared to act so shamelessly on the screen, in front of thousands of people,
It meant he was confident that no one would dare to spread the word.
Moreover…
What if there was a scene where “dead men tell no tales”?
What then?
They dared not resist Song Zhekun.
At most, their inner sense of justice led them to cast furtive glances of subtle contempt his way.
They dared not do anything more.
Ming Zheng, of course, heard the hushed murmurs around her.
She let out a soft chuckle, her eyebrows arching. “Are you sure?”
Song Zhekun nodded confidently.
This didn’t require confirmation.
Because it was a certainty, an inevitability.
Before he could speak,
A sweet voice chimed in.
“Sister, know when to stop. Don’t be too petty!”
Ming Zhi Rou, dressed in a Chanel-style mini-skirt, clacked her high heels as she rushed over.
Her sweet and pretty face was etched with disapproval.
It was like a posture of… looking down from a height, condescending to ants and pointing fingers: “Sister, you grew up alone in the countryside since you were little. When did you learn to race?”
“From the very beginning, facing questioning but saying nothing, not explaining, was it to deliberately make Young Master Song lower his guard, so you could win against him?”
“You planned this from start to finish, why drag the Ming family into this?”
She questioned him with a condescending tone.
In essence, she was still worried that the Ming family would truly enrage Song Zhekun.
Thus causing Song Zhekun to vent his anger onto the Ming family.
Whether Ming Zheng lived or died was of little concern to her.
As long as it didn’t implicate the Ming family!
Ming Zhi Rou then put on a show of earnest persuasion, acting as if she cared for Ming Zheng. “Sister, since you’ve already won, take the prize money that Young Master Song so generously prepared and leave. Don’t be greedy.”
She deliberately emphasized the words “generously prepared.”
To flatter Young Master Song.
And also in unspoken resentment – she had already won the prize, that million-dollar luxury car that should have been hers, what else did she want!
Ming Zheng couldn’t help but smile at her eager fawning over Song Zhekun.
This old white lotus, had she so quickly forgotten that her dear fifth brother had just had a falling out with Song Zhekun?
Had she so quickly forgotten that Song Zhekun had tried to use her as a bet?
If she hadn’t shifted the blame onto Ming Zheng,
She probably wouldn’t be kneeling and fawning over Song Zhekun right now, but rather whimpering and begging him to spare her.
How laughable.
Ming Zheng’s crimson lips curved upwards, a look of casual, lazy mockery in her eyes. “The little princess cherished by the entire Ming family is truly kind-hearted.”