Chen Fan ignored all the angry and resentful gazes and continued, "That's right, I'm talking about you guys who drive supercars. You're all trash!"
"What the hell!"
The guy named Mailun shouted, enraged, "Kid, are you looking for a beating? Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"
"Damn it, pretty boy, aren't you too arrogant?"
"Chen Xing'er, you're quite something. This isn't a competition, are you here to crash the party?"
"You dare call us trash? Believe it or not, I'll mess with you until you beg for mercy!"
"Damn it, I've been playing with cars for ten years and never met anyone this arrogant. Come on, let's race first, I'll teach you how to behave!"
"Asshole, I've been all over the country and never seen anyone talk so big. If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'll eat my words!"
"..."
The crowd surged with anger.
Even Han Tong's face changed, his eyes spitting fire, wishing he could go up and beat Chen Fan first.
They were all about cars, and Chen Fan called them trash. How could they stand it?
Chen Xing'er had told Chen Fan to be high-profile before, but she never expected him to be this high-profile, and she felt a tremor of apprehension.
If Chen Fan lost this competition, she would truly be disgraced.
Not just in the supercar circle of Kyoto, but even among the young people of Kyoto, she would become a laughingstock.
However, she glanced at Chen Fan and then felt relieved.
She still believed in her own brother.
Besides, she had seen Chen Fan's capabilities in Hangjiang last time and knew he wouldn't brag.
Chen Fan smiled at Chen Xing'er, looked at the restless Han Tong and the others, and said, "I said you're trash, and you still don't admit it? What, if you don't race, are you all about lip service? Planning to defeat me with your saliva?"
The crowd grew even more furious.
Han Tong snorted, "Pretty boy, don't blame me if you're asking for death. Come, bring my car over, and I'll show you how I humiliate you. If I don't beat you by more than a hundred seconds, I'll quit racing forever!"
In his anger, he first made a bold promise to himself.
Chen Fan said expressionlessly, "Han Tong, that's the only good thing you have. If you don't play with cars, you're just a complete loser!"
"You..."
Han Tong trembled with rage.
"Damn it, I've never seen anyone so arrogant. I want to teach him a lesson too."
A man in a white racing suit said, "Pretty boy, let's have a race. If you lose, your car is mine!"
Chen Fan said indifferently, "That depends on what car you have. If it's too bad, I won't be interested!"
The man trembled with anger, "Mine is a Ferrari Enzo, the yellow one over there. Compared to my Enzo, Chen Xing'er's Lamborghini little bull is trash!"
"It'll do. Since you're giving away your car, I'll reluctantly accept it!"
Chen Fan glanced at it and said casually.
The man's face turned red with anger.
The Ferrari Enzo was a supercar worth tens of millions, much more expensive than Chen Xing'er's little bull.
The Lamborghini little bull was just an entry-level supercar, while the Enzo was race-grade.
But Chen Fan's nonchalant attitude made him want to stomp on Chen Fan's face.
"Zheng Qingmo, no need to get angry with him. Just make sure he loses everything he has!"
A young woman eyed Chen Fan and squeezed through the crowd, saying, "Count me in. Pretty boy, you don't deserve Chen Xing'er at all!"
Seeing this woman, Chen Xing'er frowned slightly, "Wei Bingying, you want to get involved too?"
Wei Bingying attracted the attention of many men. "I'm considered one of the top three in Kyoto's supercar circle. You pretty boy actually called me trash, how can I tolerate that?"
She said with a smile, "Pretty boy, I'll bet with you. If you lose, you'll run naked down Yanping Mountain, how about that?"
"Oh ho!"
Screams and jeers erupted.
In Kyoto's supercar circle, Wei Bingying was clearly a prominent figure. Regardless of her driving skills, her hot and shapely figure had a large following.
Moreover, her driving skills were not bad.
The topic of running naked was also sensational enough to make everyone present chuckle, as if they could already see Chen Fan streaking in public.
Looking at the fiery Wei Bingying, Chen Fan was a little surprised and said, "What if you lose? Will you run naked too?"
"If I lose... don't say I'm offering an unequal deal, I'll spend the night with you!" She licked her lips and gave Chen Xing'er a provocative look.
This time, the crowd didn't join in the jeering, but felt a bit sour that the golden flower of the supercar circle, Wei Bingying, was putting herself on the line as a bet.
Chen Xing'er snorted and said, "Who do you think is interested in you?"
"Deal!"
Chen Fan nodded, a playful smile on his face.
Chen Xing'er glared at him angrily.
Chen Fan said unconcernedly, "Alright, let's not waste time. Tell me how we're going to race!"
Just then, with the roar of engines, a Bugatti drove over.
Song Baihua jumped out of the car and pushed through the crowd.
"You pretty boy, this young master is not finished with you!" he shouted in exasperation.
Everyone looked over.
Song Baihua didn't explain, "Young Master Han, aren't we having a race? Count me in. I want to let this pretty boy know that he's nothing but a piece of shit!"
Han Tong looked at Chen Fan, "What do you say?"
"One more or one less, it doesn't matter," Chen Fan said. "A Bugatti Veyron is decent. If you lose, leave the car keys!"
Han Tong looked at Song Baihua.
Song Baihua snorted, "Afraid of you? Not just the car, how about leaving your female companion too?"
Chen Fan sneered, "I won't bet Chen Xing'er. If you win, I'll give you a new Pagani Huayra. There are only ten of these in the world, and it's worth much more than your Bugatti Veyron."
"You said it yourself!" Song Baihua's eyes lit up.
He wasn't worried about Chen Fan going back on his word, as Chen Xing'er was there, and she could surely afford a top-tier supercar like a Pagani.
"Alright, let's talk about the rules!" Chen Fan was too lazy to argue further.
"The rules are: starting from here, down the mountain on one road, and arriving at the starting point of Baiyun Avenue where we came from. There's a roundabout there. We'll go around the roundabout and drive back. Whoever returns first wins!" Wei Bingying said. "Don't say we're bullying you. You can take a lap to familiarize yourself with the route, and we'll wait for you!"
"No need!" Chen Fan shook his head. "I remember it all. Since that's the case, let's start!"
Wei Bingying smiled, "It's been a while since I've had such an interesting game. Handsome pretty boy, don't disappoint me!"
Han Tong said fiercely, "A hundred seconds. If I'm not slower than you by a hundred seconds, I'll write my surname 'Han' backward!"
"Also, don't think you can cheat. We've set up surveillance cameras every three hundred meters, and they'll clearly show if you've gone past!"
Chen Fan directly opened the car door and said, "I'll say it again, all of you who play with cars are trash in my eyes!"
He repeated his earlier words, which caused another uproar among the young supercar enthusiasts.