Chen Xing’er glanced, then angrily raised her middle finger.
"Huo, Chen Xing’er!"
The person recognized Chen Xing’er and shouted, laughing. "Miss Chen, your pretty boy is pathetic…"
The voice wasn't very clear in the night wind, but Chen Xing’er still heard it. She cursed, "Song Baihua, get lost!"
The man merely laughed and made another provocative gesture.
Beside him, a woman was also peering out.
"Brother, shake him off!"
Chen Xing’er said angrily.
"Shake him off for what?"
Chen Fan smiled and slammed the accelerator to the floor.
Song Baihua sped up in pursuit.
Just then, after overtaking the Bugatti, Chen Fan suddenly swerved, the car sliding sideways to block the Bugatti's path, and slammed on the brakes.
Song Baihua, accelerating, was caught off guard. Seeing that he was about to crash, his face changed, and he stomped on the brakes.
The speed dropped sharply, but due to the previous velocity, a collision was still unavoidable.
Seeing the impending rear-end collision, Song Baihua’s face turned pale. The woman beside him screamed in fear.
A rear-end collision at this speed wouldn't be catastrophic.
But the problem was, his Bugatti Veyron might be totaled.
He had bought this car for over thirty million yuan. There were only a couple hundred in the world, a true super luxury sports car.
Chen Xing’er’s Lamborghini Gallardo, while also a supercar, was only worth about three million.
A tenfold difference!
Furthermore, regardless of anything else, the rear-end collision would be his fault, and all the losses would be his responsibility.
His family was wealthy, but they couldn't afford such extravagance!
At that moment, his heart ached with pain.
Just as the two cars were less than twenty centimeters apart, the Lamborghini, as if it had planned it all along, suddenly accelerated, narrowly avoiding the collision.
With a sharp screech of brakes, the Bugatti left tire marks on the ground and stopped sideways in the middle of the road, only the taillights of the Lamborghini disappearing into the distance.
Song Baihua, having narrowly escaped, wiped the sweat from his face. Knowing he had been played, he slumped in the driver’s seat, still visibly shaken.
Damn it, he had almost rear-ended him. The pretty boy Chen Xing’er found was too wild.
Chen Xing’er looked in the rearview mirror and saw Song Baihua’s Pagani stop. Seeing that he wasn't following, she couldn't help but giggle. "Brother, Song Baihua must have been scared green."
Her expression was excited and thrilled. "These scoundrels, they always like to block me when racing. This time, I’ve finally had my revenge."
She looked at Chen Fan’s profile, feeling very happy.
In the Kyoto circles, she wasn't known for her good temper. She was strong-willed and refused to admit defeat, earning her the nickname "Little Demoness of Kyoto."
Given her family background, no one dared to bully her openly.
However, as a woman, she sometimes received subtle or overt differential treatment.
Like Song Baihua, whose family background was far inferior, but because he was on good terms with Han Tong, he often deliberately provoked her when they met during car meets.
In such matters, she couldn't resort to force, so her inner frustration was understandable.
But now, she felt incredibly refreshed.
She had to admit, having a brother protecting her felt so easy.
"What is this?" Chen Fan said dismissively. "Later, I'll make the entire Kyoto supercar scene tremble and submit at my feet!"
Chen Xing’er giggled. "Then I'll see if you've got what it takes. If you can slap those guys like Han Tong until their faces are swollen, I'll do anything you want."
"As a girl, don't talk nonsense," Chen Fan chided her with a look. Then he added, "When I wasn't in Kyoto, whatever grievances you suffered, I'll settle all of them for you during this time!"
"That's great!" Chen Xing’er exclaimed happily. "I really want to kiss you, my brother! You said it yourself. Let me calculate…"
Saying this, she even started counting on her fingers.
Chen Fan caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye, finding it amusing.
At the same time, he felt a pang of guilt.
When he wasn't in Kyoto, this sister of his had indeed suffered a lot of grievances.
The so-called "Little Demoness of Kyoto" was perhaps a form of self-protection.
The Chen family was indeed a top-tier clan, but Kyoto had many influential families, and not a few were not on good terms with the Chen family.
In their generation, the Chen family had more than just these two siblings, but Chen Fan and Chen Xing’er didn't have a good relationship with the other Chen family members, so no one came to their defense.
Although they had their grandfather looking out for them, many matters among the younger generation couldn't always be brought before the grandfather.
Chen Fan felt guilty and spoke again. "You have quite a few enemies, don't you? And not many friends?"
"Who says I don't have friends?" Chen Xing’er puffed out her chest, saying indignantly, "I'll introduce you tomorrow. By the way, my girlfriends are all good-looking. Don't overdo it in front of them, or they won't be polite and will fight to be my sister-in-law!"
"Boring."
Chen Fan replied with two words, accelerating the car. He easily navigated through the turns, overtaking several cars on the way to the top of Yanping Mountain.
The summit was a vast, flat area lit by large floodlights.
Supercars were parked everywhere, their engines roaring wildly.
In the center of the lights was a platform with a projector, displaying screens of winding tracks.
Young figures gathered in twos and threes, having a great time to the pounding music from the speakers on stage.
On stage, Han Tong and a few brightly dressed young men and women were chatting.
As Chen Fan arrived in the Lamborghini Gallardo, someone shouted that they had arrived, and the crowd turned to look.
Many people walked up to the car, whistling and laughing boisterously.
"Chen Xing’er, you actually came?"
Someone called out.
"Heh heh, I came to see our Xing’er's pretty boy. Tsk tsk, Young Master Han must be quite annoyed."
"Oh, he doesn't seem like much? Miss Chen, is this pretty boy big and good in bed? Tsk tsk, I'm not bad myself. Why don't you consider me, Miss?"
A young man who looked quite obnoxious leaned by the window, a mocking expression on his face.
"Stop the car."
Chen Xing’er said with a cold face and abruptly pushed open the car door.
With a bang, the door slammed into the young man's face, making him see stars and bring tears to his eyes from the pain.
Chen Xing’er jumped out of the car and kicked the young man over, cursing, "Mallen, are you looking to die? Do you believe I'll castrate you?"
The man named Mallen's face turned ugly, and he retorted defiantly, "Chen Xing’er… you're allowed to have a pretty boy, but I'm not allowed to say anything?"
Chen Xing’er sneered and made a move to step forward.
Mallen, scared, quickly backed away.
It was no joke. Teasing aside, who in their circle didn't know that Chen Xing’er was notoriously good at fighting? Han Tong himself had been beaten so badly he couldn't find his way home.
Moreover, given Chen Xing’er's family background, any beating would be justified. Even breaking limbs wouldn't lead to any recourse.
The others laughed, cheering and egging them on. Some sided with Chen Xing’er, some with Mallen, all fanning the flames.
"Xing’er, Mallen didn't say anything wrong. You hit too hard!"
"It'd be good if Chen Xing’er castrated Mallen. This guy likes to harm young beauties."
"Heh heh, Sister Xing’er, what's so good about a pretty boy? Young Master Han is so much more outstanding. Young Master Han is crazy about you. Don't be fooled by sweet talk!"
"What are you all saying? Take a look at Xing’er's boyfriend first! Tsk tsk, he's actually quite handsome!" a scantily clad girl exclaimed.
The scene was chaotic.
Chen Fan turned off the engine, opened the door, and got out, feeling countless scrutinizing eyes on him.
In such a setting, it had been a long time.
"Tsk tsk, he really lives up to the name of pretty boy. He looks quite good, but I wonder if he's all show and no substance?"
"Daring to compete with Young Master Han in a race? He must have water in his brain."
"Even if the best racer came, Chen Xing’er’s car can't compete with Young Master Han's Koenigsegg. It's a sure loss."
The crowd around them buzzed with comments, speaking without restraint.
"All of you, get lost, go away!"
Just then, a figure swaggered through the crowd. It was Han Tong.
"Xing’er, you're here?"
Han Tong looked at Chen Xing’er with infatuation. "Why don't we just forfeit? Let this pretty boy admit defeat directly."
"Admit defeat?"
Chen Xing’er’s face darkened, and she raised an eyebrow. "Han Tong, are you dreaming? I've been sick of you for a long time. Remember what you said, and don't appear before me again."
The others laughed and joined in the taunting.
Han Tong glanced at Chen Fan and said earnestly to Chen Xing’er, "Actually, I'm afraid you'll lose face. Your car is far inferior to my Koenigsegg, and I've even modified it. You'll lose face if you lose, won't you?"
Chen Xing’er scoffed, "No matter how good a car is, it's still driven by a person, right? Is your car guaranteed to win? You're overthinking it!"
Everyone burst into laughter.
"Miss Chen, how many times have you driven a car to speak so boldly? Don't cry if you lose!"
"Alas, Miss Chen, I like your temper, but what you said sounds silly… no, cute, cute, ha ha…"
"Young Master Han is truly devoted. He's giving you a chance to save face, and you're not even grateful?"
"…"
Han Tong turned to face the crowd and shouted unhappily, "All of you, shut up!"
He clearly had some prestige in this circle. His shout silenced the others.
Then, he shamelessly said to Chen Xing’er, "Alright, then let's get ready to start. But don't be angry if you lose. These pretty boys are all flash and no substance, better to kick them out sooner rather than later!"
Chen Xing’er let out a cold laugh.
Chen Fan smiled and said, "Young Master Han, you think too highly of yourself. And all of you!"
Pointing at Han Tong and the people around him, Chen Fan raised his voice so that everyone could hear him over the thumping music. "Xing’er is right. A car is driven by a person. If the person driving the car is trash, then the car becomes trash!"
As soon as he said this, everyone erupted in uproar, glaring at Chen Fan.