251: Chapter 251: Is the Competition Still On?
(Fourth Update) 251: Chapter 251: Is the Competition Still On?
(Fourth Update) Zhang Fan looked at those long legs and couldn’t stop swallowing.
“Damn, those are high heels hitting right in the groin.
Are his eggs smashed to bits?”
However, just when everyone thought Yi Bing was done for, Yi Bing suddenly said, “Thankfully, no harm done!”
Cold sweat dripped down Yi Bing’s forehead as he looked at Ye Yanran with lingering fear.
At the same time, there were exclamations all around!
“Holy crap, he’s fine with that?”
Ye Yanran snorted coldly and walked outside, dragging Weng Shuang with her.
Zhang Fan, with a miserable face, followed, carrying a pile of stuff.
Yi Bing’s face contorted with anger.
Leaving?
Not so easy.
Although he didn’t know why Zhang Fan was so rich, this guy definitely didn’t have any backing, otherwise, why would he be carrying things for Ye Yanran and her companions?
Ye Yanran, he couldn’t afford to provoke, but this guy, was he also too much for him?
He had lost sixteen million and almost risked being barren for life.
How could he swallow this bitter resentment?
“Heh, kid, you’re chickening out so soon?
What about street racing, weren’t you the racing expert?
Come on, let’s see you race,” Yi Bing said mockingly.
The crowd in the store looked at Yi Bing as if he were an idiot.
Chickening out?
Who the hell has chickened out?
In that donation match, it was clearly you who chickened out, alright.
Can’t you show a little shame?
And besides, when did they agree to street race with you?
Zhang Fan was also amused by Yi Bing’s words and turned his head, looking coldly at Yi Bing: “You still have ten million in your hands, right?
Shall we continue with the donation match?”
Yi Bing clenched his fists, wishing he could punch right then and there.
Donate your ass, you’re standing with Ouyang Feng on your left, Ye Yanran on your right, damn, do you think I’m a retard?
“No, just street racing, ten million as the wager,” Yi Bing said with a smirk lifting the corners of his mouth.
“Scared now?
I guess that third-class merit of yours was bought with money too.”
“Pfft!” Ouyang Feng laughed mockingly.
As a member of the Ouyang Family, he naturally had ways to find out what exactly happened at the time.
Bought with money?
Ha, do they really think a third-class merit is like cabbage that you can just buy if you want?
It goes through several reviews and has extremely high standards; it’s not something that can be measured with money.
For a soldier, it represented the ultimate honor.
“Zhang Fan, don’t bother with this trash.
Let’s go,” Ye Yanran said.
Zhang Fan chuckled lowly and then placed the items he was holding onto the ground.
He looked at Yi Bing with cold eyes and slowly said, “Ten million is too low, make it twenty million.”
“Heh, twenty million, sure!” Yi Bing said and then pulled out a gold medal from his wallet, waving it in front of his eyes.
“Do you know what this is?” A radiant smile spread across Yi Bing’s face.
“Damn, that’s the racing gold medal specially made by the Street Racing Gang last year!”
“My god, how does Yi Bing have that thing?”
Even Ouyang Feng was taken aback.
Every year, the street racers in S city would hold a racing contest which, although unofficial, was extremely prestigious.
But soon, Ouyang Feng turned his gaze to Zhang Fan.
Having seen the high-definition video of Zhang Fan racing, he knew exactly what Zhang Fan was capable of.
Especially Zhang Fan’s jump over the overpass, it was like fantasy!
Yi Bing laughed triumphantly: “Last year’s racing champion was me, you idiots didn’t know, hahaha.”
Then, Yi Bing’s eyes fixated on Zhang Fan, speaking with a highly contemptuous tone, “Do you dare to come?
If not, just kneel and apologize to me, and we’ll call it even for today.”
Zhang Fan chuckled: “Do you still have that much money?”
Everyone paused, “Holy shit, from his tone, is this guy planning to race with Yi Bing?
Has he gone mad?
Yi Bing was last year’s number one street racer.”
Yi Bing was also stunned for a moment, then began to laugh wildly: “As if you could beat me?
What a joke, I was last year’s racing champion.”
“That’s not necessarily true,” Zhang Fan said, rubbing his hands and smiling.
Just after donating twenty million, this fool was about to hand over more money.
Not accepting it would simply be disrespectful.
“Zhang Fan, don’t.” Weng Shuang walked over, took Zhang Fan’s hand and said.
She knew what kind of strength was needed for that gold medal.
Weng Yufeng was a member of the Street Racing Gang.
Yet, despite racing for several years, he hadn’t even brought back a bronze medal.
This was twenty million we’re talking about, not just paper!
Zhang Fan felt the softness in his hand and immediately turned around, extended his hand, and lifted Weng Shuang’s chin, “What, worried about me?”
As he spoke, Zhang Fan’s other hand wrapped around Weng Shuang’s waist and with a fierce tug, pulled her entire body into his embrace.
Inhaling the faint fragrance, Zhang Fan’s eyes also heated up.
Weng Shuang’s face flushed red.
She never expected Zhang Fan to actually hold her in his arms.
Especially with Zhang Fan’s hot breath on her face, which made her heart and mind reel in chaos.
Zhang Fan bowed his head and went straight in for a kiss.
“Mmm…”
The crowd around them stood stunned, like petrified chickens.
Damn, is this really the time to be picking up girls, bro?
Can you not choose a better occasion?
But seeing Weng Shuang’s stunning beauty, they couldn’t help but smack their lips in envy.
Wasn’t Weng Shuang said to be a jinx?
How come there’s no trouble when Zhang Fan kisses her?
In an instant, the crowd started to get lively thoughts.
This was top grade indeed.
That frosty face, that stunning beauty, damn, it seemed worth dying for just to hold her once.
But then they thought of Weng Shuang’s two ex-fiancés and immediately dismissed the idea.
At that moment, a shocked voice rang out.
“Damn it, let go of my sister!”
Weng Yufeng hurried over.
Seeing Weng Shuang in Zhang Fan’s arms, he sprinted over.
Flying leap, elbow strike!
He was determined to kill the bastard who bullied his sister.
However, Zhang Fan calmly turned around, sidestepped, raised his leg, one kick.
“Bang!”
Weng Yufeng was sent flying through the air.
“Weng Yufeng, what are you doing?”
With her face charmingly flushed, Weng Shuang lowered her head and called out softly.
Weng Yufeng was dumbfounded, how could it be Zhang Fan?
“Ah!” Weng Yufeng crashed into a wall, screaming in pain.
He got up from the ground, clutching his stomach, unable to straighten his back.
At this moment, he felt like crying.
Dammit, why did he always end up getting kicked by Zhang Fan every time he saw him?
Zhang Fan too felt awkward as he touched his nose, looking at the miserably hit Weng Yufeng and said softly, “Let’s talk nicely, don’t get physical.”
The crowd rolled their eyes fiercely.
Damn, seems like you’re the one who got physical first.
Dude, he even dares to beat up his brother-in-law like this.
What about others?
Holy shit, better stay away from this guy!
“Sis, you’re my own sister.
I came to help you, even if you’re involved with him, you’re still not married,” Weng Yufeng said with a somber face, looking at Weng Shuang.
“Who asked you to make a mess?” Weng Shuang said with her head lowered, then started scolding, “Who said I’m involved with him?”
Zhang Fan glanced over Weng Shuang and chuckled, “Heh.”
During the healing process, weren’t they already ‘involved’?
Yi Bing, standing to the side, had his entire face twisted in a grimace.
“Damn it, are we going to race or not?”