Chapter 3

Xunxiang has returned, rest assured, this book is at least a million words long. Please collect and read it.

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The woman in leather didn't give any more details, just told him to keep the magical white paper, and then signaled him to tear the movie ticket.

After all, Wu Chen was a 21st-century otaku. He had played all kinds of games to the point of exhaustion. Subconsciously, he treated the current situation as a rare gaming experience, so his excitement far outweighed his fear.

Besides, wasn't there a survey that said a hundred million gamers were brain-dead? He might as well consider himself one of them. Thinking about his real life, there really wasn't much to miss...

"Anzi, I've run into some trouble and will be back late. I'm glad to have you as a friend... That's it, goodbye." Leaving a text message for the fat guy, Wu Chen casually tore the movie ticket.

His vision suddenly distorted, and his eyes were blinded by white light. The light enveloping his body was so thick it felt like a sandstorm, even scraping against his hair.

Time seemed to pass for a long while, or perhaps just a moment.

When the feeling of being curled up and the awareness spread out again, Wu Chen smelled the familiar bean fragrance and slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw was still Anzi's little shop. Except for the missing leather-clad woman and the restored car door of the Pu Sang, everything remained unchanged.

"Huh?" Wu Chen blinked in surprise. Not only had the Pu Sang's passenger-side door been restored, but the severely scratched car body was also completely unharmed! No, this wasn't a Pu Sang, but the genuine AE86 from Initial D!

"What's going on?" Wu Chen instinctively turned around. The sign of the milk tea shop was still there, but it had been changed to —— Fuji Tofu Shop!

"Damn..." Just as Wu Chen was stunned and at a loss, the roller shutter behind him was pounded heavily.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Wiping away his saliva, Wu Chen hurriedly opened the shop door.

The glaring afternoon sunlight suddenly shot into his eyes. In the golden sunlight, a towering black shadow loomed even more powerfully. Even with Wu Chen holding the roller shutter high, he couldn't see the man's head, truly a huge and muscular man.

"Are you the god of driving at Akina?" The man spoke fluent Mandarin, without a single flaw.

"If you're looking for the owner of this car..." Glancing at the brand new AE86, Wu Chen steeled himself and replied, "I am."

"This is your mission and payment." The muscular man bent over and handed him a bulging large envelope: "My boss said you're the only one who can do this job."

Wu Chen was taken aback: "Why do I feel like this is a human trafficking operation..."

"Kid, don't let my boss down." The muscular man patted Wu Chen's chest heavily with the envelope, "Especially don't let me down."

Spurred by these words, Wu Chen grabbed the envelope and said coolly, "I have one condition: I drive my own car."

After sending off a group of gangsters, Wu Chen curiously tore open the envelope.

"Pickup location: Ginza 8-chome, underground parking B2086. Seems like I'm going to Tokyo."

Just as he was fully focused on the information on the tablet in the envelope, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Kid, who told you to take on random jobs?"

No need to say, the middle-aged uncle behind him, reeking of alcohol and with a scruffy beard, was his stepfather.

"Brother Qiusheng?" Indeed, it felt like Initial D.

"Brat, no respect, look clearly, I'm your dad!" A blow to the head, the uncle snatched the tablet and skillfully operated it.

"From Takasaki to Tokyo, the Shinkansen takes an hour. By car, it takes three hours. The cargo weighs 50 kilograms, and it's specifically noted that it can't be put in the trunk. Kid, any ideas?"

"It's a person." Rubbing his sore head, Wu Chen winced and said.

"How much are they paying you?"

"1,000,000 yen." Wu Chen waved the envelope.

"Such a generous offer, the cargo must be even more valuable. Your car is fine for delivering tofu, but if someone tries to rob you halfway, it's a different story." Dad, being Dad, quickly made up his mind: "Give me the money."

"What for?" Wu Chen looked at his dad warily. He had never seen so much money in his life. Though it was yen, it still felt very secure in his arms.

"Brat, don't you trust your old man?" Another blow to the head, "The pickup time is in three days, we have two days left. Stop daydreaming and get to work!"

Dad, being Dad, made a few phone calls, and soon the tofu shop was filled with brand new modified parts.

Lifting the hood, Dad was spitting out instructions: "The AE86 is equipped with a 4A-GE high-performance sports engine, reinforced, precision-assembled, balanced crankshaft, 304-degree camshaft... plus a lower center of gravity dry sump and external oil tank, capable of delivering 240 horsepower at 10,000 RPM. I got a bit itchy and added a multi-throat direct injection system, which, though a bit bulky, greatly improves intake stability."

"4A-GE(S)." This was Dad's personal modification.

"Time is tight, major modifications can't be done, so we'll focus on the key points. 240 horsepower is enough, but the lightweight body and regular tires are the biggest weaknesses." Changing into his tofu-grinding outfit, Dad, in his wooden sandals, pointed and directed with enthusiasm.

"Bulletproof glass?" This was what Wu Chen could think of.

"Right. Also, reinforced armor and run-flat tires." Dad nodded at the various boxes piled at the door, "Get to work, good son!"

"Carbon fiber... reinforced armor?" Struggling to pry open the wooden box, Wu Chen exclaimed, "Dad, this feels like a human trafficking + Death Race operation!"

"Nonsense, what 'death' are you talking about, spit!" Dad spat fiercely.

"I said, a lightweight body is fine for delivering tofu, but it's not enough for this job!" As he spoke, Dad had already removed the car door and hood of the Pu Sang and was lowering the mechanical crane from the ceiling.

"Dad, is it to stop bullets?" Wu Chen pouted, "Defense is good, but it's fuel-inefficient!"

"Can't help it, a good woman is a man's ruin, a good car is fuel-inefficient. It's all for the —— control!" Brother Qiusheng, with his hands on his hips, looked very unrestrained, but there was a hint of worry in his eyes: "Dad saw what happened just now. Those were yakuza. Judging by their tattoos, they're not low-level. We can't afford to offend or avoid them, so this job must be done."

Kazuma Kiryu? Sounds like Yakuza...

Seeing that Wu Chen had no sense of danger, Dad was furious and gave him another blow to the head: "Stop daydreaming and get to work!"

"I know, I know." Wu Chen rolled his eyes, thinking, it's just a game...

Busy days flew by, and two days passed in a flash.

Dad was sticking the new "Fuji Tofu Shop (Personal Use)" stickers on the car, completing the final touches.

Wu Chen looked at the darkened, bulked-up AE86, eager to try it out: "Dad, why are you still putting the stickers on?"

"A man's name, a tree's shadow. In the world, a good name is very important."

"Fuji Tofu Shop?" Wu Chen rolled his eyes, "No matter how famous, it's still just a tofu delivery..."

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