Ming Yanlun's expression grew even more somber.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth, "Rou'er, rest assured. Now that I'm back, I absolutely won't let her have a chance to harm you!"
It turned out that from the very beginning, Ming Zheng had been faking it.
She had feigned a timid and lowly demeanor, like a fawning dog, wanting to win their love.
But behind their backs, she had been bullying Rou'er all along!
Fortunately, from the bottom of his heart, he had never considered Ming Zheng his sister.
When the time came to deal with Ming Zheng… he would absolutely not show any mercy!
"Yo, isn't this Young Master Ming the Fifth?"
Suddenly, a sarcastic voice interrupted their deep and tender brother-sister affection.
A group of over a dozen individuals, with brightly dyed hair and dressed in trendy, cool boy style clothes, looking like they weren't up to any good, swaggered towards the two.
The one leading them appeared to be around twenty-four or twenty-five. His hair was dyed a straw-like yellow, and his bangs hung so low they covered his eyes.
He had a hot, voluptuous beauty clinging to each arm, appearing boneless as they dangled from him.
Upon seeing that person, Ming Yanlun's face darkened. "Young Master Song."
This person was none other than the pampered darling of the Song family, the eldest young master of the Song family, Song Zhekun!
Ming Yanlun quickly pulled Ming Zhi Rou behind him, blocking Song Zhekun's scrutinizing gaze.
His action, however, made Song Zhekun chuckle. "Young Master Ming the Fifth, aren't you going to introduce her? Still keeping her hidden… What? Afraid I'll snatch your woman?"
Song Zhekun's laugh was wicked.
His blatant gaze openly displayed his malice.
This was not the first time Ming Yanlun had clashed with Song Zhekun.
Even though the Ming family, in its current standing, was no match for the Song family, one of the four great families.
Ming Yanlun could not control his temper.
"Young Master Song, Song…"
Ming Zhi Rou peeked her head out from behind Ming Yanlun. A sweet, soft, and charming smile graced her delicate and pretty face. "I am the Seventh Young Lady of the Ming family, Ming Zhi Rou."
This was a young master from the Song family, one of the four great families.
He was also the sole son of the current Song family patriarch.
In other words, the future heir of the Song family.
How could she miss the opportunity to get acquainted with the young master of the Song family!
If she could infiltrate the circle of the young master of the Song family.
She would have the chance to climb even higher!
And then she would have… the confidence to stand before Chi Xian!
"Rou'er!"
Ming Yanlun tugged at Ming Zhi Rou's arm, his face darkening, and turned to look at her with disbelief.
He had previously won against Song Zhekun's racing team at Song Zhekun's event.
This had caused Song Zhekun to incur losses of tens of millions for several consecutive nights.
As a result, ever since then, there had been an explosive tension whenever they met.
He didn't believe Rou'er hadn't sensed it.
Yet, Rou'er, disregarding his obstruction, had taken the initiative to greet Song Zhekun.
Wasn't this a slap in his face?
However, his disbelief was met with Ming Zhi Rou blinking her eyes in confusion, as if asking, "What's wrong, Fifth Brother? Isn't Young Master Song your friend?"
Ming Yanlun knitted his brows, staring intently at Ming Zhi Rou's eyes, which were filled with confusion. He felt a sense of unease.
At that moment, Song Zhekun burst into laughter. "Yes, of course! Young Master Ming the Fifth and I are the best… friends… in racing."
He emphasized the word "friends" and slowed down his pace.
The sarcasm was palpable.
Ming Yanlun gripped Ming Zhi Rou tighter, his face still dark and exceedingly gloomy.
He ignored Song Zhekun and pulled Ming Zhi Rou, intending to leave.
But the dozen or so people behind Song Zhekun, chuckling, stepped forward and blocked their path.
Song Zhekun smiled. "We haven't finished our chat, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
He pushed the two hot girls in his arms aside and swaggered towards Ming Yanlun.
As he took a step.
Ming Yanlun retreated a step.
And pulled Ming Zhi Rou further behind him.
But surrounded by Song Zhekun's men.
He had nowhere left to retreat.
He could only watch as Song Zhekun walked up to him. "It seems, Young Master Ming, you still want to compete with me tonight."
His gaze went past Ming Yanlun and fell upon Ming Zhi Rou.
"How about we raise the stakes this time?"
He licked his lips, tilted his chin, and pointed at Ming Zhi Rou. "For tonight's race, how about the stake includes your sister?"
"If you lose, you'll hand your sister over to us for a few days."
Song Zhekun's smile was sinister, his malice in his eyes unconcealed.
His dozen or so followers also erupted in lewd laughter.
Ming Zhi Rou was truly scared now.
Her delicate, pretty face turned pale, and she shrank further behind Ming Yanlun.
The eagerness she had shown when peeking out to greet him earlier was completely gone.
She had thought that the conflict between Young Master Song and Fifth Brother was just a minor spat between men, and perhaps by charming Young Master Song, she could even help resolve their differences and turn them into sworn brothers who became friends through conflict.
She never expected…
That this Young Master Song, despite his noble upbringing.
His conduct was like that of the lowest ruffians.
He also turned a blind eye to her overtures.
Even… insulting her with such words!
Ming Yanlun's dark face was filled with rage.
"Song Zhekun, you're going too far!" he exclaimed, shielding Ming Zhi Rou behind him. "The grudges between you and me are our own business! Don't drag my sister into this!"
The more Ming Yanlun defended Ming Zhi Rou, the thicker the malice in Song Zhekun's eyes grew. "But… she's your own sister, isn't it only right for her to pay off her brother's debts?"
"You!"
Ming Yanlun's eyes turned utterly bloodshot.
His tightly clenched fists showed bulging veins.
He lunged forward, about to throw a punch at Song Zhekun's face.
"Fifth Brother, no!"
Ming Zhi Rou's pupils widened, and she quickly lunged forward, hugging Ming Yanlun's arm, stopping him.
Her face was filled with panic and helplessness.
As if she were terrified.
Especially when she met Ming Yanlun's bloodshot eyes, she flinched.
Seeing the fear on his beloved sister's face, Ming Yanlun's anger was overwhelmed by guilt.
Rou'er was still here.
How could he…
Show his true colors in front of Rou'er?
What if he scared Rou'er?
He quickly softened his tone and gently coaxed her.
However…
Ming Zhi Rou hadn't thought that far ahead.
When it came to racing, she was an outsider.
But because Ming Yanlun was going to win that luxury car for her, she had some understanding of it.
Although the dark racing was a life-and-death race, a kind of underground competition.
But it had its own rules.
Fighting or brawling with an opponent before the race would result in a disqualification for a year!
If Ming Yanlun was disqualified, then her luxury car would be in vain, wouldn't it?
Especially…
Who was Young Master Song?
He was the darling of the Song family!
Song Zhekun also brought so many followers.
Each of them was above a C-level martial artist.
If a fight truly broke out.
Wouldn't she be accidentally injured?