As Chen Xing'er drove the car out, she eagerly asked, "Chen Tianjiao, what happened to Yingxue?"
Chen Fan's expression turned serious. He paused for a moment before replying, "It's nothing, she was just taken away."
"Who took her away?" Chen Xing'er frowned, her face filled with indignation. "Who dares to be so lawless?"
"Alright, you don't need to worry about it. Just keep driving," Chen Fan said.
"What do you mean I don't need to worry about it? Chen Tianjiao, do you even consider me your own sister?" Chen Xing'er immediately became annoyed, a look of dissatisfaction on her face. "You like Su Yingxue, and she's very likely to be my future sister-in-law. And you're telling me I don't need to worry about it?"
Chen Fan remained silent.
Chen Xing'er pouted. "I know you're capable, but can't I show some concern?"
Chen Fan was speechless, but Chen Xing'er's reasoning was indeed quite sound.
He gave a wry smile. "There are some things you don't know. I'll tell you about them slowly later."
"What 'later' and 'later'? I want to know now!" Chen Xing'er said, puffing out her cheeks.
Chen Fan could only say helplessly, "This time it's the Feng family. This family is very powerful and mysterious, a royal lineage of a thousand years. I'm not sure where this family is located, and I need to find some clues."
"Feng family? I think I've heard of it somewhere, but I can't remember," Chen Xing'er scoffed. "A thousand-year royal lineage? Times have changed. These so-called ancient families should be swept into the dustbin of history!"
She knew that there were ancient families in the world and that ancient martial arts existed, but she didn't understand much about them. However, she wasn't fond of these old-fashioned families from the start.
Chen Fan did not respond.
Ignorance breeds fearlessness. Chen Xing'er didn't know how much power and how deep the foundations of families like the Feng family possessed.
However, this time, he was prepared and was not afraid.
As she drove, Chen Xing'er seemed to remember something and said excitedly, "Ah, speaking of finding clues, the Han family is quite good at this, aren't they?"
"I remember someone saying that the Han family became a top aristocratic clan not only due to their own merits but also because they received support from many extraordinary individuals. They seem to have many connections and background in this regard?"
Chen Fan was taken aback by her words.
Chen Xing'er's reminder brought it back to him.
The old patriarch of the Han family was once a legend, leaving behind many unrestrained tales.
For example, single-handedly taking down over a thousand people, or escaping unscathed after being defeated and pursued by tens of thousands of enemies. Beheadings in the military were even more common.
With the death of Old Master Han over twenty years ago, these rumors had faded.
However, it was true that the Han family had a close relationship with the ancient martial arts world, and the tradition of practicing martial arts among their family members had been preserved.
"Perhaps we can inquire through the Han family?" Chen Xing'er said, blinking her eyes.
"En!"
Chen Fan nodded, finding Chen Xing'er's suggestion quite plausible.
Of course, Han Tong, being a spoiled brat, likely wouldn't know much about this.
This matter would require a long-term plan.
However, this race, on the other hand, needed to be taken seriously.
Chen Fan and Chen Xing'er did not return to the Chen manor. Instead, they drove to a courtyard house.
This was Chen Xing'er's residence.
She had good investment insight. Years ago, with her share of the family dividends and her own entrepreneurial earnings, she had bought a not-so-large courtyard house.
In a few years, its value had more than doubled.
After parking the car in the garage, she uncovered the tarpaulin on a car next to it, revealing a Lamborghini Huracan.
Such a supercar was extremely dazzling.
"We'll drive this car later," Chen Xing'er said, patting her beloved car. However, she added with some worry, "But Han Tong, that annoying guy's car is said to have been heavily modified, its performance is much better than this one. Brother, are you confident?"
Chen Fan felt a slight sense of relief upon hearing this.
She had finally called him 'Brother'.
"It's enough."
Chen Fan said, "If I were to race with cars like the Santana and Jetta, it would be a bit risky, but with a Lamborghini, even a modified car won't be a problem."
"Don't just brag. If you lose, I'll lose face, and Han Tong will bother me even more," Chen Xing'er said with a smile.
"Even if Hamilton himself came, it might be a challenge."
Chen Fan said casually.
"Alright."
Chen Xing'er said, "The car keys are inside."
She unceremoniously handed the purchased items to Chen Fan to carry and said, "I think you can be a bit more arrogant when we go to the race."
"Why?"
Chen Xing'er explained, "In the supercar circle, the more high-profile you are, the more you are admired and respected. Being too low-key makes people think you lack ability."
Chen Fan chuckled.
This style was truly consistent everywhere, whether abroad or domestically.
Entering the living room, Chen Xing'er's assistant, Shi Wenyan, was also present.
She was stunned upon seeing Chen Fan, but quickly regained her composure and greeted him.
Chen Fan made a phone call to his grandfather and settled down at the courtyard house.
Time flew by, and it was evening.
Chen Xing'er received a few phone calls and said with a wry face, "Brother, things have gotten a bit out of hand."
"En?"
"That guy Han Tong has notified everyone in the circle," Chen Xing'er pouted. "He has some influence in the supercar circle in Kyoto. When he calls for it, the momentum is not small."
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Don't worry. When it comes to playing with supercars, even Kyoto is far behind!"
"Don't just boast. If you lose, your sister will be gone," Chen Xing'er said, pouting.
"Wouldn't that give me some peace and quiet?" Chen Fan teased.
"Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death?" Chen Xing'er said, puffing out her chest, looking exactly like a little tigress.
As they spoke, it was already nine o'clock.
The time was about right, so they got into the car and set off.
Chen Fan expertly maneuvered the Lamborghini, slammed on the accelerator, and after a drift out of the garage, stabilized onto the road.
Seeing Chen Fan's skillful maneuver, Chen Xing'er's eyes lit up. "Brother, you're quite something! Could you drive in the military?"
Chen Fan shook his head and smiled. "How could that be? I naturally drove in other places. I told you, unless Schumacher or Hamilton himself came, no one could beat me."
"Schumacher is in a vegetative state now, only Hamilton is left," Chen Xing'er pouted.
Chen Fan nodded, recalling a race against Schumacher where he had lost by a car's length, and felt a pang of regret.
In this regard, the current king of racing, Hamilton, was not as good as Schumacher.
With the roar of the engine, under Chen Xing'er's guidance, they headed south. After more than an hour, they left the city and arrived at a less crowded highway.
"This is the finish line for the race. Further ahead is Yanping Mountain, with many bends. That's the old place Han Tong mentioned."
Chen Fan noticed that although this area was still within Kyoto, it was far from the city center and much less developed, with fewer cars, making it suitable for racing.
Moreover, choosing to race late at night was also a way to avoid trouble.
It could be seen that these rich second-generation individuals like Han Tong were quite mindful of this aspect and had some discretion.
Not long after they drove out, their car lights flashed, and a car roared towards them from behind.
As it pulled alongside Chen Fan's car, its yellow hazard lights began to flash, and a shrill honk sounded.
It was a silver-white Bugatti Veyron.
Through the rolled-down window, a young man in his early to mid-twenties in the driver's seat whistled and gave them the middle finger.