Chapter 94

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The courtyard of the sea-view villa wasn't as large as No. 86 in Shallow Water Bay, but it was still about a thousand square meters.

After parking the car, Ferren scanned the courtyard and saw that the flowers, plants, and trees were all neatly maintained. He nodded and said, "The hourly workers did a good job, it's quite tidy!"

Seeing the ancient elf standing there in a daze, Ferren patted her firm buttocks, "Hey, what are you standing there for? Come inside with me."

"Oh, oh!" The ancient elf nodded subconsciously, but her eyes didn't leave the small outdoor swimming pool.

It had to be said that the design of the pool was truly unique. One side was a terrace, while the other was a sloping beach, with a thin layer of fine sand covering the bottom, making it look like a miniature bay. The clear blue water and the nearby coconut trees made it a truly refreshing sight.

After following Ferren into the villa and standing in the opulent living room, the ancient elf no longer felt the initial shock and surprise. She stared at Ferren and said solemnly, "Old Ferren, you've given me so many benefits, so tell me your conditions!" Having been on the streets for so long, the black girl understood one thing: to gain something, you must give something in return.

Ferren shrugged, "It's simple, be my lover and listen to me!"

Hearing the word "lover," a hint of indescribable disappointment flashed in the ancient elf's eyes, but she quickly recovered and said seriously, "Alright, from now on, you're my man, and I'll follow you for the rest of my life!"

Ferren wagged his finger, "Just following me isn't enough, you have to listen to me too."

The black girl said earnestly again, "I will."

"Alright, alright!" Ferren waved his hand and laughed, "Don't take it so seriously, I was just joking."

But the ancient elf didn't think so. Ferren, who could crush a man's ankle into a pulp with a casual step, wouldn't speak without purpose.

"Alright, go take a shower, then we'll go out for dinner!" Ferren said.

The ancient elf was about to follow his instructions when she suddenly remembered that Ferren was supposed to be on duty today.

"Old Ferren, aren't you working today?"

Ferren was a bit embarrassed, rubbed his nose, and said, "I've been suspended, so I'm free now! Besides, it's almost the Spring Festival, so I can take a break. And I don't rely on that meager police salary anyway."

"Ah?! Why did the police department suspend you?" the ancient elf asked in surprise.

"Don't ask, this isn't something a woman should meddle in," Ferren's face darkened, "By the way, have you ever been part of a gang before?"

The ancient elf naturally knew that police officers shouldn't have close ties with gang members. Her heart skipped a beat, and after a long hesitation, she said timidly, "I, I used to be under the command of Yan Xingnan's top man for a while and even joined the incense hall."

Ferren waved his hand, "That's fine, go take a shower quickly!"

After the ancient elf finished washing up, Ferren handed her all the keys to the villa and casually asked, "Do you have a driver's license?"

The black girl nodded, "I do, but I never carry it with me. After all, my previous job wasn't respectable, and I couldn't reveal my identity."

Ferren rolled his eyes and took her to the garage, pointing to a Maserati 3200GT, "This is a 1997 model from last year, with good performance. You can drive it from now on!"

The ancient elf wasn't interested in much else, but she had a particular fondness for cars, especially sports cars. She loved the bright red Maserati and caressed the body as if it were a pet cat.

Ferren waited for a while, then said impatiently, "Alright, let's go have lunch. The car will be here when we come back, and you can touch it as much as you want!"

The ancient elf reluctantly followed Ferren into the Aston Martin and left the sea-view villa.

After lunch, Ferren, who rarely accompanied women shopping, spent the afternoon with the black girl in Central and Wan Chai, buying a lot of things before returning to the sea-view villa.

As soon as they entered the house, a strange call came to Ferren's phone.

"Hello, is this Mr. Ferren?"

"Yes, this is me. Are you Ah Dong?"

"Yes, about the car race tonight..."

"Oh, I know, seven o'clock, we'll meet in Central!"

"Where exactly?" Hu Dong asked.

"At Kuren Bar, have you heard of it?"

"I've been there a couple of times."

"Then let's meet there!"

After Ferren hung up, the ancient elf, who had just finished putting away the things they bought, asked, "What's up? Are you going out?"

Ferren nodded, "I might not be back tonight."

Hearing this, the black girl's face showed a hint of disappointment. Ferren pinched her and laughed, "What? Are you not sore anymore?"

The ancient elf pushed Ferren's hand away and pouted, "You're so mean!"

Ferren laughed heartily, pulled her in for a deep kiss, and then left in the car.

At Kuren Bar, after meeting Hu Dong, the two went to the illegal racing spot on Chengxi Road.

As soon as Ferren got out of the car, someone greeted him. He casually responded, and then the Japanese man, Ikeda, approached, "Hey, Chinese, was that Ferrari you driving last night?"

"Whoosh!" "Crack!"

Ferren suddenly grabbed Ikeda's neck and lifted the Japanese man, who was much shorter, off the ground, grinning, "Little Japanese, what, you're still alive? If you can't compete, don't come and make a fool of yourself."

Ikeda, choked by Ferren's iron grip, couldn't respond. Ah Dong quickly intervened, "Brother Ferren, calm down, calm down!"

The surrounding gangsters also gathered, but upon recognizing Ferren, none of them dared to move.

News spread quickly on the streets. Tonight, Bamboo Pole wasn't there, and the reason for his absence was known to some extent. Anyone with a bit of sense would suspect Ferren, but after suspecting him, they were all filled with fear. A minor conflict could cost someone a leg, and Ferren's ruthlessness was evident. No one wanted to offend such a fierce man.

Fortunately, at this moment, Seventh Master approached with a group of people, saying, "Old Ferren, give me some face. The little Japanese doesn't understand our rules here, don't take it personally, okay?"

Seventh Master, with his gray hair and robust figure, was neatly dressed in a wool coat, exuding a gang leader's aura. Ferren stared at him coldly, "Why should I give you face?"

This question stirred up the crowd, and they were almost ready to riot.

Seventh Master gestured for them to be quiet and sneered, "Old Ferren, this is our first meeting, so it's normal that my old face doesn't work on you. But you can't be against money, right? Don't you want the million Hong Kong dollars you bet last night?" As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a henchman brought a suitcase into the circle.

The suitcase opened to reveal stacks of thousand-dollar Hong Kong bills. Seventh Master said, "Here are three million Hong Kong dollars. If you give me some face and let Ikeda off for the next two days, I'll be very grateful."

Ferren thought that he could deal with the Japanese anytime, but this was the best opportunity to get Ah Dong into the underground racing scene. He laughed, "Blocking someone's income is like killing their parents. Since Seventh Master respects me so much, I'll give you this face." He then casually threw Ikeda, whose face was turning purple, several meters away.

The surrounding gangsters watched, but when Ikeda landed, they all scattered, leaving him to fall and sprawl on the ground, looking pitiful. Some even took the opportunity to kick him, almost finishing off their biggest racing rival.

Seventh Master's face changed slightly, but he couldn't say anything. He was also wary of Ferren's strength in throwing the Japanese man. Without hesitation, he signaled his henchman, who immediately closed the money box and tried to hand it to Ferren.

Ferren gestured to stop him, "Seventh Master, you don't need to give me the money. Just place the bet for me tonight."

"Sure, no problem!" Seventh Master laughed, "Tonight is different from last night, with a maximum bet of five million. How do you want to bet?" A henchman then handed Ferren the betting odds sheet.

Ferren didn't even look at it, just handed it to Hu Dong, "Ah Dong, you choose for me."

Hu Dong hesitated, "Brother Ferren, this..."

"It's fine, choose," Ferren waved his hand.

Unfortunately, Hu Dong, skilled in driving but not in gambling, and unfamiliar with the underground racers, randomly chose one. Ferren immediately agreed, "OK, Seventh Master, since Ah Dong chose, I'll bet three million on this seventh driver."

"Hmm... the seventh driver? Five to one!" Seventh Master glanced at the odds sheet and laughed, "Old Ferren, if you race again tonight, this seventh driver might even come in first! If that happens, you'll make millions."

Ferren waved his hand, "Seventh Master, you're joking. I have other things to do tonight. Ah Dong, you stay here and watch for me. If we win, let me know, got it?"

"Sure, Brother Ferren!" Hu Dong agreed. After Ferren left, he was invited by Seventh Master to become a VIP, naturally integrating into the underground racing scene. As for whether he would make any mistakes, Ferren, on leave, couldn't care less.

After staying at Shallow Water Bay for a night, Li Chaoren called early the next morning, inviting him to a New Year's Eve party that evening. Ferren then realized it was the end of the millennium, and the next day was New Year's Day.

"Hey, Uncle Li, what kind of party is it? It's worth your effort to invite me!"

Li Chaoren laughed and scolded on the phone, "Don't be cheeky, you're the one worth the effort! You've refused my invitations several times, so you must come this time!"

"Alright! What time and where?"

(Note: The odds for the local driver Ferren bet on were not one to one.)

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