I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

Under the astonished gazes of all the club owners, Li Chang'an took the lead and crossed the finish line at Kowloon Bay.

However, the timer at the finish line hesitated to press the stopwatch to calculate his time.

At the same time, Brother Lu came up and said:

"Anzai, why are you riding Mr. Fu's bike back? Where is Mr. Fu...?"

"My car broke down. As for Mr. Fu, he's behind me."

Just then, a powerful spotlight shone from behind.

Lu looked up and saw a Rolls-Royce Silver Shadow driving from the end of the road.

The car stopped, the driver got out and opened the back door, and Fu Zongze walked out and stood in front of Brother Lu.

"You must be the club owner who signed Anzai."

"It's me, Mr. Fu..."

Brother Lu was somewhat flattered.

"You should get Anzai a better quality motorcycle in the future. His driving style is too aggressive. He keeps the engine speed high the whole time and squeezes the motorcycle's performance to the limit."

The last bike he was riding down the mountain had an engine that overheated and seized, so I let him ride my bike back first.

Upon hearing this, the club owners present looked at Li Chang'an with some surprise and uncertainty.

Everyone here is shrewd; they can deduce a lot from just one sentence.

Everyone knows what a motorcycle means to a rider. Many riders might not care if their girlfriends are stolen by someone else, but they absolutely cannot allow outsiders to touch their motorcycles.

Moreover, the competition is still ongoing.

After Li Chang'an's car stalled and couldn't be started, Mr. Fu could easily overtake him and take first place.

But he chose to let Li Chang'an cross the finish line first...

What is the relationship between Mr. Fu and Li Chang'an?

Was his trip to Kowloon Bay for the competition solely to take care of Li Chang'an, a junior?

What kind of powerful background does this young man have that Mr. Fu would take such good care of?

Everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Previously, everyone thought that Boss Lu of the Flying Shark Club had given up completely and had only invited an unknown newcomer to participate in the competition.

Now it seems he's clearly hitched a ride on the road to heaven!

Brilliant, Mr. Lu, you're truly brilliant!

Seeing this, the referee at the match point quickly patted the timer on the back, telling him to be quick and record the first and second place scores for Li Chang'an and Mr. Fu.

The timekeeper then seemed to realize something and hurriedly picked up a pen to write the two people's names and scores on the timing board.

But Li Chang'an shouted, "Wait, there's no need to record it."

"Your rules are very clear. To record results, the driver and the race car must cross the finish line at the same time, and the car cannot be changed midway."

Mr. Fu and I both broke the rules, so we both lost.

"I brought this car back just to run an errand for Mr. Fu, to take his car back to the finish line. It doesn't mean I was the first runner to cross the finish line."

The timekeeper and referee were somewhat at a loss, and they turned to look at Fu Zongze.

Fu Zongze glanced at Li Chang'an and said:

"Let him decide. Eliminate me too."

Since Mr. Fu has spoken, no one else has any objections.

The results of the competition have been finalized.

Fu Zongze, who was initially considered a shoo-in for the championship, and Li Chang'an, the dark horse who emerged unexpectedly, were both eliminated.

However, for Fu Zongze, the result of this competition is not worth mentioning.

He was just itching to play, and when he heard there was a competition here, he decided to come and have a go.

Compared to the matches that have already ended, he is now only interested in one person.

"Anzai, although I felt you were a bit special when I first met you before the race and that you could bring me some fun, I didn't expect that riding a car with you would be so enjoyable."

What was that strange driving skill you used on Fei'e Mountain? It felt like riding a horse, but not quite.

"It's a skill."

"Kung Fu? You can use kung fu to ride a bike?"

Fu Zongze was surprised to hear this answer.

Li Chang'an said, "Kung Fu can cultivate one's character and temperament, and can also help one establish oneself and secure the country. The eighteen martial arts can be applied to riding a bicycle, which is not a big deal."

"Interesting, you're quite an extraordinary young man."

Fu Zongze was very receptive and believed Li Chang'an's words.

In fact, people at his level have seen all sorts of people from all walks of life.

Not to mention kung fu, he had even met some self-proclaimed demigods who could predict the future and qigong practitioners who could cultivate superpowers.

However, Li Chang'an was different from those swindlers who promoted themselves. This kid really had some extraordinary skills, which Li Chang'an had witnessed firsthand.

As the two chatted, they arrived at the bay, where Wen Zhilan also came over.

Just then, another plane took off from Kai Tak Airport, and the loud wind noise exacerbated Wen Zhilan's unease, causing her to subconsciously clench her fingers.

It's just like a female student caught having a puppy love by her parents, feeling helpless and tormented while waiting for her trial.

At that moment, Li Chang'an quietly touched her hand and whispered in her ear:

"Don't worry, squad leader. Even if you're really grounded, I can still sneak into Victoria Peak in the middle of the night to pick you up for a drive. The Royal Police guards can't stop me."

Wen Zhilan gave him a helpless, beautiful eye roll.

"What are you thinking, Li Chang'an?"

With the security forces at Victoria Peak, even if you drove an armored vehicle, you couldn't possibly get up there, let alone single-handedly relying on martial arts skills... Wait, I'm getting off-topic!

Why did you deny the first place result?

Even if you cross the finish line against regulations, Uncle Fu will not deny it once the result is confirmed.

Or, by lending you his motorcycle, he's giving you a way out; he's already accepted you.

"Now look what's happened. I gave you a way out, but you won't take it... Whether I can leave the house again depends entirely on Uncle Fu's mood right now."

After the planes overhead flew away and the noise stopped, the two stopped whispering.

Wen Zhilan looked nervously at Fu Zongze, who finally spoke:

"Anzai, according to our previous bet, you didn't get first place tonight, so you lost."

"Although I admire you, I will never break the bet."

"As the son of the gambling king, I am naturally the most contract-abiding person. Therefore, according to our previous bet, things will proceed as agreed."

Fu Zongze smiled. "Do you feel it's a pity? If you had accepted the result earlier, you would be the winner right now."

Li Chang'an looked calm and gently shook his head.

"I never regret my choices."

Mr. Fu can tell Uncle Wen the truth about me bringing the class monitor to Kowloon to watch the game. If Uncle Wen has any complaints about me, I will take full responsibility.

But I won't let the class monitor be grounded like that, even if it means using some unconventional methods.

After Li Chang'an finished speaking, he picked up the dice cup containing the pre-match bets and handed it to Fu Zongze.

"I still bet that there's a pair of 'one's and 'three's' in this dice cup. Mr. Fu can open it and take a look anytime."

Fu Zongze took the dice cup, stared at it for two seconds, licked his lips, and laughed loudly:

"Haha~ Putting everything else aside, you really have guts. It's one thing to date Lao Wen's daughter, but you actually dared to openly snatch her away."

I really want to see what it'll be like when Lao Wen meets you.

However, in casinos, gamblers' boldness often stems from ignorance.

Li Chang'an, where does your courage come from?

Just based on so-called kung fu?