On the Nanyun Mountain Road at night, seven or eight performance cars were heading towards the mountain top platform, most of them were Japanese performance cars.
Due to Guangshen City being close to Hong Kong Island, the acceptance of Japanese car brands was generally higher. Coupled with the craze after the movie version of "Initial D" a few years ago, the JDM (Japanese Domestic Market) trend swept in, making Japanese performance cars increasingly popular, in street racing everyone considered themselves as the Qiuming Mountain car god!
Soon the team was on the mountain top platform. After parking, a young guy with dyed yellow hair got down from the driver's seat of a Mercedes SLK55 AMG, he was Pan Zhihui, nicknamed "Show-off Hui".
Show-off Hui took a glance at the mountain road behind him, then shouted in a conceited tone, "Wang Yidong, that fat idiot, can't even follow us up the mountain, and still thinks he can race his Corolla against my AMG, what a moron!"
Listening to Show-off Hui's words, the rest of the team all showed a scornful smile. Indeed, this fatty might have watched "Initial D" too much and gotten some brain freeze, actually trying to race a Corolla against an AMG up the mountain.
Really, who gave him the courage, Liang Jingru or Fujiwara Takumi?
After a round of derisive laughter, they finally saw two beams of orange-yellow light appear in sight, with a Toyota Corolla slowly driving over.
When Show-off Hui saw this, he immediately went over and leaned against Wang Yidong's driver-side window to mock, "Fatty Wang, you stole your dad's car to drive here, won't you get your butt spanked when you go back?"
"Show-off Hui, if you crash that Mercedes, I bet your old man wouldn't just spank your butt."
Not letting defeat show, especially with the "Goddess" Xu Yali sitting in the Mercedes passenger seat, Fatty Wang was not backing down at all.
To Wang Yidong's stubbornness, Show-off Hui sneered and pointed at the passenger seat asking, "Are you scared of dying and brought a hitman like Chen Xiangbei, scared to come together?"
"Scared? Don't be ridiculous!"
"With your driving skills, you don't even deserve my attention. Having my guy Chen Xiangbei teach you a lesson is more than enough!"
"Remember, watch closely and learn well while racing later!"
One must say, Fatty Wang certainly has some skills when it comes to trash-talking. If Show-off Hui didn't see him as a fool, others might get heated up.
But Wang Yidong quickly realized, getting defeated won't be by the trash talk, but by reality.
Show-off Hui, with an expression of superiority, turned around to point at the Mercedes' passenger seat and said, "Stop joking, how long for Chen Xiangbei to arrive? Remember, every minute of my night is worth gold, got it?"
Through the rear-glass of the car window, Fatty Wang could see Xu Yali's side profile. Instantly, his heart was shattered, and all the snide remarks stuck in his throat, unable to speak.
Seeing Fatty Wang's dejected look, Show-off Hui stood up and spat disdainfully, "Pah, what kind of level are you at, thinking you can chase the same girl as me?"
Show-off Hui wasn't interested in racing these rookies unless it was to show off in front of Xu Yali and to give someone like Wang Yidong a reality check about their differences.
Just as Show-off Hui finished talking, a driver shouted from the roadside, "There's a car coming up the mountain!"
Hearing this, Fatty Wang snapped back to reality, pushed open the car door, and stubbornly said, "Are you in such a hurry to lose? Here they come!"
With that, Wang Yidong quickly walked to the mountain road's railing, looking out at the light coming up the mountain.
But soon, Wang Yidong felt something was off; why were there only one set of lights? Could it be that Uncle Liang's Santana car had one headlight broken?
Before he could figure out what was happening, he saw a motorcycle carrying Chen Xiangbei appearing in view, leaving everyone on the platform stunned. Race on mountains with a motorcycle?
At this moment, the most dumbfounded was Wang Yidong, as he truly believed what Liang Chi said in the afternoon, he had subconsciously imagined Chen Xiangbei as some kind of hidden master comparable to a monk.
The entrance scene should have been him hitting the brakes in front of them with a cloud of dust and tire smoke, then coolly opening the car door and getting out!
It wasn't that impressive. At least he should take a taxi up, with four wheels, what kind of slick move was it to get here on a motorcycle?
The sturdy image he kept in front of Show-off Hui was totally wrecked now!
"Hell, mountain racing on a motorcycle, really opened my eyes."
"Are these two guys here to joke around, even accepting someone like Show-off Hui's level?"
"Show-off Hui only bullies people with his good car, give it to some rookies to handle, it's normal."
The other drivers at the scene laughed collectively, they were here with the mindset of watching a laugh and unexpectedly were truly turned into a comedy by these few jokers.
"Brother Jie, what was the captain thinking recruiting someone like Show-off Hui into the team?"
This young man named Brother Jie was none other than Qin Lianjie, the head of the Guangshen Light Point Team.
He didn't come specifically to watch this "farce" of a race tonight, purely here to blow off some steam and enjoy the breeze on the mountain, but ended up encountering this.
"Show-off Hui's family got several tens of millions and several buildings from a demolition compensation, and he sponsored the team twenty grand upon joining, what do you think the captain was thinking?"
"No wonder, the captain really was wise."
The questioning driver suddenly realized upon hearing the backstory.
On the other side, under the laughter of everyone present, Wang Yidong quickly ran to Chen Xiangbei's side and whispered, "Damn, how did you come up on this thing?"
"Uncle Liang took a job and drove the Santana from the shop away, what else could I do, couldn't possibly run up on two legs."
"Didn't you think to call me, I could have driven to pick you up!"