Chapter 1

In the bar street, 11:05 PM.

A dirty old Santana quietly hid in the dark corner.

"Huh, Tofu Shop... for personal use?" With a sharp brake, a brand new Porsche 911 squeezed up next to the Santana.

"Santana... Initial D, huh." The hip-hop youth leaned out and playfully tapped on the Santana's window: "Mr. Takumi, are you here to pick up a drunk, too?"

'Damn, why do I have to dress up as Initial D...' Wu Chen, who was almost lying in the driver's seat, quietly pulled his baseball cap lower.

"Ha ha!" Perhaps thinking of something amusing, the hip-hop youth flashed his headlights arrogantly and nodded toward the bar street: "Mr. Takumi, how about we race? Let's see who can pick one up first, okay?"

The bar street was bustling with nothing but luxury cars. This made the already hiding Santana even more embarrassed. Wu Chen was unknowingly sweating profusely. Fortunately, the Porsche 911's headlights were front-facing, so they couldn't see his predicament clearly.

"Here she comes." The hip-hop youth suddenly whistled.

Wu Chen quietly raised his head and saw a young woman in revealing clothes, wearing 12-centimeter heels, stagger out of the bar with difficulty.

Taking a deep breath, the Santana was just about to start when the 911 swerved gracefully, forcing it to stop.

"Mr. Takumi, you can't touch this one." The hip-hop youth leaned out of the window and laughed knowingly: "She's a fake zombie, specifically targeting rich and handsome guys like me!"

Wu Chen rolled his eyes: "You don't know what I'm here for..."

"Huh?" Even through the glass, the hip-hop youth heard Wu Chen's retort: "Mr. Takumi, aren't you here to pick up a drunk?"

"Oh, is it your first time?" Seeing Wu Chen deliberately pull his baseball cap lower, the hip-hop youth laughed: "Mr. Takumi, let me introduce you then."

He waved at the fake zombie, who flipped him off from a distance. The youth proudly said: "So-called 'picking up a drunk' means taking a woman who is so drunk she's unconscious and doing some enjoyable things with her."

Seeing Wu Chen listening intently, the hip-hop youth swallowed and continued: "And these 'warm corpses' are divided into 'full corpses' and 'half corpses.' The difference is between 'completely drunk' and 'still conscious.'"

He showed off a strange skull tattoo on his wrist: "And for people like us, there's a very cool name—'Bone Pickers.'"

Although Wu Chen didn't turn his head, he caught a glimpse of the hip-hop youth's wrist in the rearview mirror.

"Mr. Takumi, let me tell you a secret..." The hip-hop youth kept his eyes on the woman walking out of the bar and quietly stepped on the gas: "Generally, bone pickers prefer half corpses. They can still walk on their own, so you don't have to carry them, and these women are even wilder than usual! Ha ha ha..."

Before his laughter died down, the 911 sped off.

"Phew—" The Santana, which hadn't even started, was of course no match for the 911. Watching the hip-hop youth arrogantly carry the woman into his car, Wu Chen in the Santana finally let out a long breath. There was no need to be so showy about this.

Time ticked by, and more and more drunk women were picked up by the luxury cars parked by the roadside. Glancing at his digital watch, it was already 11:50 PM.

"Ten more minutes, come on out." Wu Chen adjusted his baseball cap and gripped the steering wheel, encouraging himself.

As if hearing his prayer, a long-haired woman in a black tight leather outfit stepped out of the bar two minutes later.

"That's her!" Wu Chen slammed on the gas, but the old Santana started slowly, moving forward leisurely. All the pretense of being from Tofu Shop and Initial D was exposed with one push of the gas.

"Tch!" In a short time, several luxury cars sped past, leaving him in the dust.

The nervous otaku didn't care about anything else! His eyes were fixed on the approaching target! Seeing the luxury cars surrounding the leather-clad woman, Wu Chen gritted his teeth and sharply turned the steering wheel!

The Santana scraped sparks as it crashed onto the sidewalk.

"Bang!" Relying on the momentum of knocking over a trash can, the battered Santana finally came to a stop.

"Damn!" The luxury car owners were stunned: "He's got guts!"

The tight leather-clad woman stared with wide eyes as Wu Chen, bloodied, lifted his head from the steering wheel.

"Get in the car!" Wiping away the blood from his nose, Wu Chen kicked open the door.

"Ah..." Whether from shock or being drunk, the woman's eyes rolled back, and she half-fell into the car.

Struggling to drag the limp body into the car, Wu Chen didn't bother to close the door and floored the gas.

"Bang!" With the door flying into the air, the Santana wobbled and disappeared around the corner.

Leaving a trail of broken glass behind.

"Is this guy just out of prison?" The bone pickers looked at each other, eyes full of shock.

"No, he's just out of a manga." Glancing back at his own luxury car, he didn't have the courage to take such a shortcut. After all, similar scenes of picking up drunks happen almost every night in the bar street, so it's no big deal to come back empty-handed once or twice.

"Roar!" Wu Chen pounded the steering wheel, roaring in triumph. But before he could calm down, his phone rang.

No need to guess, it was definitely his dorm mates.

Sure enough, the fat guy's avatar was lewdly displayed on the screen.

"Hey, Little Dust, did you complete the mission?" As soon as he swiped to unlock, the fat guy's voice burst out.

"I picked one up." Wu Chen subconsciously glanced at the leather-clad woman sleeping in the passenger seat.

"Yay! I told you, right? Roar! Taking a different path! Your car, which no one would pick up, suddenly became different with the Tofu Shop sign. Even a Ferrari would take a second look!" The fat guy boasted.

"Got it." Wu Chen smiled bitterly.

"Little Dust, keep it up!" Perhaps to avoid disturbing Wu Chen's work, the fat guy hung up.

Soon, the Santana turned into a familiar alley and stopped in front of a milk tea shop.

The shop belonged to the fat guy An Zai's sister. It was now midnight, and the milk tea shop had long closed. Using the key An Zai had secretly made, he opened the roller shutter and drove the car inside. As the roller shutter closed, blocking out the streetlights, Wu Chen let out a guilty sigh.

"Let's get started!" Encouraging himself, Wu Chen opened the trunk, first taking out a large toolbox, then an air mattress.

But when he walked to the passenger side, where the door was missing, he froze.

The warm corpse was gone.

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