Chapter 41 Intuition

Sun Zhaoxing believed him. That Yang Changfeng knew about Andrei was already a signal in itself; this man must have his own underground racing stories. Yet, seeing him working as a security guard in the company, Sun Zhaoxing understood he wanted to lead an ordinary life, so he refrained from probing further.

“The terrain this time is extremely complex—a coastal mountainous region, a place infamous for underground racing. The mountain roads are winding and treacherous, the environment is harsh. Andrei has already done a test run. Last time, when he beat me, the bastard was a full seven minutes faster. I suspect he even waited for me on the road, just to squeeze more money out of me.” Sun Zhaoxing ground his teeth in rage. Having someone come to his doorstep and be bullied—he couldn’t swallow that. Yet fighting back only meant handing over more money, and that was something he couldn't accept.

Yang Changfeng offered him a suggestion: “Are you stupid? Beat that guy, make him your lackey and have him win money for you from others. However they disgusted you, you can make them taste their own medicine. Isn’t that better? Always thinking about eliminating your opponent—that’s not the mindset of a true master. You have to learn to play the game!”

Delighted, Sun Zhaoxing slapped his thigh and shouted, “That’s right! Why didn’t I think of that—damn, I let that guy get me so worked up! If you can beat him this time, I’ll bring him over, not to destroy him, but to make him my underling. Damn it, those bumpkins in Jiangzhou—just wait, I’ll show them who’s boss!”

With that, Sun Zhaoxing tossed over a red invitation.

“Association of Underground Racing in the Three Eastern Provinces… What the hell is this?” Yang Changfeng opened the invitation and nearly burst out laughing. “Underground, racing, and an association? Ha, hahaha, which clown came up with this? Hahaha! Still, it does look a bit official, I’ll give them that.”

Was it really appropriate to laugh so uncontrollably in the boss’s office?

Anya shot Yang Changfeng a glare, but then noticed that Chen Aijia looked rather pale. She quickly sneaked over for a look, only to see that Anya had searched for the name “Andrei Ivanov” on the computer.

Not only was he a top-tier racer, some even said he was a top-level gambler—with life itself as the wager.

Racing against him meant you couldn’t avoid dirty tricks. His car often collided with his opponents’, but because he was always prepared and his skills were superb, his rivals were frequently rammed off the track by Andrei. Quite a few international racers had been eliminated by him this way.

“This Russian isn’t just a racing driver—he’s likely a partner in racing clubs from those countries where the sport is highly developed. His mission might very well be to eliminate or cripple talented racers around the world, so that the top clubs can fully control the industry.”

In a well-known off-road club’s forum, a post with tens of thousands of likes had laid out that argument in detail—the core idea was precisely this.

Chen Aijia felt dizzy. She seemed to understand what this race meant for Yang Changfeng.

He was about to return to his old, reckless way of living.

But how could such an ordinary-looking man have such a past? Who was he, really? Why had he returned to the city and appeared before her? What was his purpose?

Sun Zhaoxing had only come to inform Yang Changfeng of the race’s timing. To show his sincerity, he’d come in person. As a super-privileged second-generation official, young and wealthy, every hour of Sun Zhaoxing’s time was precious—countless people were always seeking appointments with him for one thing or another.

“All right, I’d best head back. If you need anything, just get in touch.” Sun Zhaoxing stood up, grabbing the half-finished bottle of cola and said offhandedly, “You’re all busy, no need to see me out. Boss Chen, if anyone gives you trouble, just let me know. I’m happy to meddle, and it’s the least I can do in return for letting this guy help me out. Sayonara.”

Judging from the fact that he took only half a bottle of cola, the man wasn’t all that bad—he certainly didn’t lack for cola. More importantly, before leaving, he drained his cup of coffee.

It was a habit—people who don’t waste tend to be more likable.

He said not to see him out, but naturally no one would dare not to. They accompanied him all the way to the elevator, and only then did Chen Aijia tug at Yang Changfeng’s sleeve: “Don’t go down just yet, I have something to ask you.”

She knew she had a belly full of questions for him.

Back in the office, Chen Aijia got straight to the point: “Who are you, really? And why are you helping Sun Zhaoxing race? This is risking your life. Do you really want to return to that former life I know nothing about?”

Yang Changfeng raised his index finger, “Shh, not so loud—walls have ears. First of all, I’m just me—the man you see before you, your future husband.”

Chen Aijia couldn’t help but laugh, though out of exasperation.

Could you at least try to be a little less shameless?

“Second, as for my past—when you become my wife, that is, the mother of my child, then I’ll tell you.” Yang Changfeng winked at her, then turned to tease Anya, “Do you want to know too? Should I tell you first?”

Anya ducked behind Chen Aijia, refusing to engage with him at all.

This was someone who couldn’t be pushed too far, nor could she become too familiar with him.

Push him too hard, and he’d go all out—as the five thugs from Wang Hu’s gang and that security guard from the department had already demonstrated.

And if you got too close, he wouldn’t care about your status at all. Rules meant less than nothing to him.

Chen Aijia snapped, “Can you be serious? I’m talking about something important. You really shouldn’t take part in this race. I just looked it up—that racer is probably under the control of industry tycoons, targeting gifted drivers specifically. Since you’ve returned to city life for peace and quiet, there’s no need to get involved. Just do your job in the security department—it's enough for a good life.”

Yang Changfeng grinned, “You’re trying to move me, so you can have me all to yourself, is that it?”

Anya stomped her foot. Shameless! Who would want you all to themselves? Are you some kind of immortal monk—eat you and gain eternal life?

This level of shamelessness was truly unmatched.

Chen Aijia scolded, “Be serious!”

“All right, all right, don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” Of course, Yang Changfeng had his own plans. This was at home, after all, and he wasn't truly planning to return to the racing world. An old friend, an old rival—since he’d come all the way here and was being so brazen, it was only right to give him a fitting reception. Otherwise, how could he justify Ivanov’s long journey to Jiangzhou?

Besides, as a warrior at heart, Yang Changfeng was suspicious of why Andrei had challenged Sun Zhaoxing to a race in the first place.

Considering Sun Zhaoxing’s status and Andrei’s complicated background, along with all the inevitable side effects of his globe-trotting lifestyle, Yang Changfeng guessed that if Sun Zhaoxing lost again, the real enemy would finally reveal themselves.

He’d break their plans and see what they did next!