Chapter 24: The Duel at Akina Mountain

Yang Changfeng realized what was going on: this brat had come here to make trouble, got humiliated during a race, and paid dearly for it—one of his luxury cars was the price. Now, the arrogant Young Master Sun wanted to find someone to settle the score.

But why me?

Does he really dare let me drive, when all I can manage is ten kilometers an hour? If that's the case, then he clearly doesn't care about anyone's life; that would make Young Master Sun truly despicable.

Young Master Sun glared at Chen Aijia, waving his hand in exasperation after a moment. "Forget it. You're boring, and I can't be bothered with your fake pleasantries. I'm leaving!"

Yang Changfeng was puzzled and couldn't contain his curiosity. He blocked Young Master Sun and asked, "Sorry, but I really don't understand—why would you pick me?"

Young Master Sun tapped the steering wheel a few times, sulking. "Who would look twice at you? Have you ever driven a supercar? But you're a character, kid. You dared to look down on Chen Aijia, and that made me curious. So that's what I thought, and that's what I said. What, you aren't trying to get close to her with ulterior motives?"

Chen Aijia's face flushed instantly. This was exactly why she detested Young Master Sun.

He never considered others’ feelings when he spoke—no one in the world could be more obnoxious than him.

Wait, there was one more!

Yang Changfeng said awkwardly, "I do want to, but it's a bit difficult. I'm broke."

Young Master Sun burst out laughing, as if he'd just heard the funniest joke in the world. He laughed so hard he doubled over, his chest pressing against the steering wheel, causing the Cayenne's horn to blare incessantly and frighten nearby cars into quickly moving away.

Chen Aijia was both embarrassed and angry, but didn't dare to lash out. These two scoundrels, each was tough enough to handle on their own; together, they were an insurmountable obstacle.

After laughing for quite a while, Young Master Sun warned Yang Changfeng, "You better be careful, kid. Oh, I mean, careful about Chen Aijia. She doesn't care for anyone without money or status. She has someone in mind who matches her social standing, but that guy isn't any good—looks decent, but he's ruthless. Don't let yourself end up feeding turtles in the ocean."

Chen Aijia retorted angrily, "Young Master Sun, talking behind someone's back isn't gentlemanly."

"See, she's getting angry," Young Master Sun sneered coldly. "Do I need to talk behind his back? Who does that guy think he is—a rich brat, only capable of stepping on the little people. If I spat in his face, he'd still have to grin and wipe it clean. Behind his back? Ha, since when was I so spineless?"

Chen Aijia grew anxious; if he lost control here, she wouldn't dare try to stop him.

Yang Changfeng gazed deeply at Chen Aijia—so, there was someone in her heart after all.

He turned to Young Master Sun, "Brother, don't be so aggressive. It's just a minor figure; why get so worked up?"

Young Master Sun grinned, lifting his chin. "So, what are you going to do?"

"You might get beaten," Yang Changfeng said, clenching his fist.

Young Master Sun was stunned, then burst out laughing. Was there really someone in this world who dared threaten to beat him?

Did this kid's courage come from mud?

"Don't laugh. Listen to me," Yang Changfeng gestured, "I'm serious."

Chen Aijia desperately wanted to leave. This reckless fool—who did he think he was? If he wanted to court disaster, fine, but don't drag others into it!

"First, if I beat you, you'll have two choices: either find a chance to hit back, or go crying to your parents. You're annoying enough, but I doubt you'd stoop to tattling, so you'll try to get revenge. But you won't get the chance; it'll just be a one-time beating." Yang Changfeng meticulously laid out the account for Young Master Sun, counting on his fingers like a bookkeeper, speaking slowly. "Then, you're not a stubborn type, otherwise you wouldn't keep popping up to annoy your elite classmates even though you know they look down on you. So, you'll bring your gang of cronies to retaliate—that's your fun."

Young Master Sun sized up Yang Changfeng in surprise, raising his thumb. "Alright, you've got guts. But you've made me lose face. Let's find a chance—when you have time, let's have a fight. If you really have the nerve to take a swing at me, I respect you."

"No need. Just treat me to a meal. Whenever there's a race, let me know in advance. It shouldn't be hard for you to contact Chen Aijia’s company, right?" Yang Changfeng patted the Cayenne, his gaze tinged with nostalgia.

I once raced on the deadly tracks of the Sahara, and competed in circles of Middle Eastern tycoons. It's been so long—so many kinds of death-defying circuits!

Yang Changfeng knew that some rich kids in the country loved racing. He'd seen reports more than once of these people turning city ring highways into racetracks in the dead of night. If they raced in that kind of terrain, maybe no one would even catch sight of his taillights.

"Damn, this brat can really talk big. Tell me, what kind of car do you want?" Young Master Sun was astonished—had this country bumpkin ever even seen a racetrack?

Yang Changfeng thought for a moment and replied calmly, "I'll give you some specs—help me modify a pickup truck. Shouldn't be a problem, right?"

What did I just hear?

A pickup truck?

Use a pickup for racing?

"You—you aren't joking?" Not only did Young Master Sun not find it absurd, he felt that this guy was exactly his kind of person—so unconventional he’d race with a pickup. At last, someone even more interesting than himself had appeared!

Yang Changfeng smiled. "Listen carefully, I want the pickup to meet these conditions..."

Young Master Sun jumped out of the car and patted the Cayenne. "No problem. Spending a few million is nothing. Hearing you talk like that makes me want to get a modified pickup just to show off. Come, try this car."

Yang Changfeng stepped back and shook his head. "Your car is expensive, and you've spent a lot on modifications, but I suggest you go beat up the guy who sold it to you. The intake pipe, fuel plug—they forced them in, not matching. This is a deadly modification. If you know what's going on, you'd realize someone wants you dead. As for my skills, you'll know them when it's time. Right now, I have no interest in experiencing your junk car. You can leave now. Remember, give me a day's notice. I'm busy."

Young Master Sun grew serious; he dared not dismiss Yang Changfeng's words.

Since this kid was with Chen Aijia, and she must have told him some things, he probably wasn’t just talking nonsense. So, this kid really was an expert?

And he had sensed something was off with his car. You couldn't drive it slow; it had to be fast. Was that safe?

Today, he'd come out to find someone to check the car—he just hadn't expected to meet someone even crazier than himself.