Chapter 86

Furen stood with a calm face, hiding a myriad of violent thoughts within. The Bamboo Pole had come seeking trouble, and naturally, he wouldn’t get off easy.

Facing Furen’s sinister gaze, the Bamboo Pole’s fear grew. He endured his injuries, not even daring to tend to his wounded leg, and stammered, “B-Boss, please, let me go!”

The Bamboo Pole’s companions, though afraid of Furen’s bloody violence, were still slowly closing in.

Just then, Furen, who was completely unconcerned with the situation around him, pulled out a Glock 18 from his waist (hidden ring) with a click, chambered a round, and pressed it against the Bamboo Pole’s forehead. “Let you go? No problem, give me a reason first!”

What the hell is going on? This guy actually has a gun. Instantly, everyone around froze. At this moment, whoever moved first would be the one to suffer.

“I’ll count to three, and you better give me a reason to let you go!” Furen repeated, “One!”

The Bamboo Pole desperately signaled to the ancient elf behind Furen, hoping she would speak up to persuade him. However, the ancient elf didn’t even bother to look at him. She fully supported Furen’s treatment of the Bamboo Pole.

Furen naturally saw the Bamboo Pole’s signals but paid no attention. He pulled out a piece of cowhide from his armpit (hidden ring), draped it over his right hand holding the gun, then moved the barrel down to just above the Bamboo Pole’s already crushed ankle and shouted, “Two! Bang!”

The sharp gunshot turned into a muffled sound, drowned out by the various engine roars around them.

“Ugh—aaaah—”

The Bamboo Pole clutched his injured leg and rolled on the ground.

Damn! This guy really dared to shoot, really dared to shoot!

The Bamboo Pole’s companions, who were about to move, now truly dared not.

As for the ancient elf hiding behind Furen, the nose-ringed girl standing nearby who had just come to mock Furen as a fool, and many other provocatively dressed girls nearby, they were all stunned by this scene. When they came to their senses, at least half of the girls thought Furen was incredibly cool and manly, their eyes shining with admiration. The ancient elf felt honored, her big eyes sparkling as she stared intently at Furen’s back.

Furen didn’t care how others viewed him. He walked over and pressed the gun to the Bamboo Pole’s forehead again, calmly starting the count, “T...”

At this critical moment, the Bamboo Pole, in a flash of inspiration, hastily replied, “Boss, Boss, since you’re here tonight, whether you want to gamble or participate in the race, I can arrange it for you!”

Furen’s voice suddenly stopped, and he then put on a sunny, friendly smile, moving the gun away. He sneered, “If you had been this cooperative from the start, you wouldn’t have gotten shot.” He paused and added, “Go and arrange it for me quickly. If you’re late, you know the consequences!” With that, he blew on the Glock’s barrel and put it away.

The Bamboo Pole, lying on the ground, immediately shouted, “Riley, Riley, are you dead? If not, come and help me!”

“Bro Bamboo, I’m coming, I’m coming!” A thug with a pockmarked head ran over, not daring to look at Furen, and tried to help the Bamboo Pole up.

“Hold it!” Furen stopped the Bamboo Pole and Riley, pulling the ancient elf, who was still staring at him, into his arms. “The Black Chick is mine now. If anyone dares to touch her, I’ll turn them into a human stick, living a life worse than a maggot!”

Everyone present shuddered, no one daring to meet Furen’s cold, electric gaze. The ancient elf, coming to her senses, boldly hugged Furen and gave him a kiss.

Since he had already made the statement, Furen didn’t refuse, kissing the ancient elf passionately until she was breathless and weak. The surrounding girls were envious and covetous.

After breaking the kiss, the ancient elf, still in Furen’s arms, licked her slightly thick red lips and giggled, “Old Fei... Sir, I didn’t expect you to be a pervert, hidden...”

Before she could finish, Furen grabbed her small chest and kneaded it, causing the ancient elf to yelp in surprise.

Meanwhile, the Bamboo Pole moved quickly, not only tending to his injuries but also arranging a parking spot for Furen.

“Boss, the parking spots are a bit tight, so you’ll start from the eleventh position!” the Bamboo Pole said, leaning on crutches.

Furen, holding the ancient elf, said indifferently, “I didn’t say I was going to participate!”

“Huh?” The Bamboo Pole was speechless.

Furen pointed to the row of sports cars illuminated by headlights. “They’re all cheap Japanese cars. My Ferrari can’t compete with these guys!”

Indeed, among the sports cars, there were yellow FCs and white FDs, more than half being Nissans, with the rest from various countries. Nissans were the mainstream because Japanese sports cars had a good price-to-performance ratio and were easy to modify. Additionally, like Hong Kong, they drove on the left, making Nissans the preferred choice for underground racers.

“Then... how about you join the betting for some fun?” The Bamboo Pole, with a quick turn of his mind, suggested, “The minimum bet for today’s preliminary race is ten thousand, with a maximum of one million. The minimum payout is one to one. Want to try?”

Furen raised an eyebrow. “What are the odds?”

“The lowest odds are for Itagaki, one to one. The odds for the other participants are listed on this paper. Take a look!” The Bamboo Pole, without any suspicion, pulled out a sheet of paper and handed it to Furen.

It wasn’t that the Bamboo Pole was stupid or careless; he had already confirmed with someone knowledgeable that Furen’s gun was a Glock 18, which the police didn’t use. Since Furen wasn’t a cop and was extremely violent, the Bamboo Pole, feeling relieved, naturally didn’t dare to offend him.

“Can you help me arrange my starting position for tomorrow?” Furen asked.

“Huh?” The Bamboo Pole was a bit confused, taking a moment to understand. He replied hesitantly, “Boss, to be honest, I can’t decide the starting positions for tomorrow. It’s all up to Uncle Seven!”

“Is that so? Never mind then!” Furen waved his hand indifferently, signing a check and deliberately using the English name for a small withdrawal. “I’ll bet ten thousand pounds, on...” He glanced at the odds list, “the third-favorite local driver!”

“Sure, sure!” The Bamboo Pole, using his armpit to support his crutches, took the check with both hands. Upon seeing it, he was shocked and almost fell over. “Boss, this, this ten thousand pounds already exceeds the limit!”

Hearing this, the Bamboo Pole’s subordinates and the ancient elf were startled. This was over a million Hong Kong dollars. How could Furen hand over the check without even a wince?

“Idiot! The extra money is for your amputation.” Furen’s words were a bit darkly humorous, leaving the Bamboo Pole stunned.

“Oh, right...” Furen continued, “I won’t participate in the race, but once all the cars start, I can follow behind, right?”

The Bamboo Pole was taken aback. “Of course, no problem!”

After settling things with Furen, the Bamboo Pole, holding the ten-thousand-pound check, happily left, showing no signs of having just been crippled by Furen. In reality, the Bamboo Pole wasn’t good at fighting; he had risen to his position through his smooth talk. Losing a leg wouldn’t significantly affect him, except for some inconvenience in chasing women and running away. As for his resentment, he wouldn’t show it while Furen had a gun.

However, Furen, watching the Bamboo Pole’s triumphant back, muttered, “Looks like he hasn’t been punished enough!”

The ancient elf didn’t hear clearly and asked curiously, “Old Fei, what did you say?”

Furen glared at her and scolded, “Why do you need to know so much, woman?”

The ancient elf playfully stuck out her tongue and didn’t dare ask more.

Finally, all the cars were lined up in the middle of the road, their engines revving non-stop. The loud roar scared nearby private cars into taking detours.

The Bamboo Pole’s right-hand man, Riley, found a broken flag and walked to the front of the line, waving it. He picked up a megaphone and started the countdown.

When he reached “one,” all the drivers perked up, pulling their handbrakes and flooring the gas. As Riley waved the flag, the leading GTR and the FC in the rear almost simultaneously kicked up dust, their engines roaring to the maximum. Amid the cheers of the thugs and girls, they raced off the starting line!

The third-place local driver, in a Porsche, followed closely behind the first two, then came the fourth, fifth, sixth... soon, nearly thirty illegally modified sports cars roared out of the starting point, quickly turning onto the narrow “mountain road.”

Furen, sitting in the Ferrari, could no longer see the tail lights of the last car. He told the ancient elf, who was still fiddling with her helmet, “Put on your helmet!”

“Why do I need to wear a helmet? We didn’t wear one when we came!” The ancient elf grumbled, but her hands were quick, securing the helmet and tightening the strap.

“Don’t ask so many questions, just hold on!” Furen said, starting the Ferrari and nearly knocking the Bamboo Pole, who was about to ask why they weren’t moving, off his feet.

The intense G-force almost snapped the ancient elf’s head off, making her scream in fear. But Furen didn’t show any mercy, instead flooring the gas. The entire Ferrari roared like a wild beast, speeding into the mountain road.

It wasn’t clear whether Furen’s luck was good or bad, but less than a hundred meters into the “mountain road,” headlights appeared from the opposite direction.

“There’s a car!” The ancient elf cried out in terror.

(①: The Glock 18 can switch between semi-automatic and automatic modes. Semi-automatic is single-shot, while automatic is burst-fire.)

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