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Chapter 91 They're all thieves, they're all thieves

Liu Jun wanted to laugh.

He figured it out: Zhou Xiong... seemingly a reckless fool, but actually quite cunning.

It's definitely not just about him disliking someone for forcing their way into the drifting scene and bringing people over to cause trouble.

Or rather, bringing people to cause trouble is just a pretense; their real purpose is most likely to gain attention by riding the wave of popularity.

Otherwise, generally speaking, people from different circles wouldn't rush to "show off" like this, unless this Zhou Xiong is inherently a super-heroic person.

"Well, the smaller circles may be different, but the larger circles are still the same."

"Calm down, I just want to have a spar with you in the car, not to fight or brawl."

Zhou Xiong quickly raised his hand to indicate that he meant no harm.

His attitude, on the contrary, made An Ning feel depressed.

During this period, she and Liu Jun would lock themselves in the door every morning to practice unrestricted combat techniques. They practiced for almost a month, which was the time when her confidence soared and she was extremely eager to fight.

I just wanted to find a test subject to fight.

Their desire is no less than that of a cultivator who has just learned a powerful move—even if they see a stray dog biting someone on the roadside, they want to unleash their ultimate move on it and taste its saltiness.

That's why she always carries a large wrench with her.

Reasonable and legal!

If it really comes to a fight, just pull it out and go for it. You could suddenly smash it into someone's head, and even Tyson might not be able to withstand a second hit.

At this moment, An Ning was even hoping Zhou Xiong would make a move, so she could suddenly strike and test its power...

He actually chickened out!

Who can I complain to about this?

She glared at Liu Jun, feeling very annoyed.

Liu Jun stroked his chin: "What you said makes sense. We're all in the racing world, there's no need to make things so tense, right?"

Zhou Xiong: "Yes, yes, yes."

Liu Jun: "So, I agreed."

Zhou Xiong: "Huh?"

He immediately realized, "Oh, okay, okay, you've got guts, buddy. You're a real man."

Liu Jun waved his hand: "I haven't finished yet. A competition is fine, but leaving behind car logos and stuff is too childish and petty."

"Every country has its own national conditions and its own unspoken rules."

"What use would I have for your car logo? Judging from my description, you're probably doing live streaming and running accounts, right?"

Zhou Xiong realized what he meant and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Yes."

"That's settled then." Liu Jun clapped his hands. "In that case, let's not talk about leaving car emblems for the winners or losers, and definitely no gambling. Gambling is illegal."

"The loser then directed traffic to the opponent in their own live stream for ten consecutive days, and each time admitted that their drifting was inferior to the opponent's."

"In addition, after the race, the loser changes the winner's tires, brake pads, and calipers."

"If you agree, we'll have a match; if you're too scared, just pretend I didn't say anything."

No... I dare not?

These words immediately put Zhou Xiong in a very difficult position.

Those who had come with him were even more vocal in their protests.

"Who are you saying wouldn't dare?"

"Do you think the title of 'King of Drifting in Daqingshan' is just for show?"

"Exactly! Who wouldn't dare is still uncertain."

"Piao Wang, say yes!"

"Fight him!"

"After drifting down those ninety-nine hairpin bends, your tires are basically ruined. If he offers you a brand new set of tires and brakes, shouldn't you thank him?"

"Ha, let him see just how big the gap is between us drifters and these guys!"

「···」

Some people were genuinely fooled into coming together to seek revenge.

However, there were also those who enjoyed watching the drama unfold and fanned the flames at this moment.

Zhou Xiong was well aware of this.

When he chose to bring a group of people along, he guessed that there would be people with ulterior motives among them, but he was not afraid.

"interesting."

"I was just worried about not getting enough traffic, and you've delivered yourself right to my doorstep."

"Watch me out for my trick of pretending to be Tang."

Zhou Xiong frowned slightly: "This..."

"We were all invited by the organizers, isn't it inappropriate to gamble on these things?"

An Ning glanced at her sideways: "If you're scared, just say so."

Zhou Xiong: "Then let's gamble!"

That's great!

I was afraid you'd back down, but you've actually come knocking on my door. Tsk.

Zhou Xiong looked somewhat melancholy, but inwardly he was overjoyed: "How will the outcome be calculated?"

Liu Jun: "Of course, the drift speed in the race is the standard."

"It's a deal!"

Zhou Xiong and the others left.

An Ning frowned as she looked at the half-eaten food. "I'll get another one."

"These things, who knows how much spit they just spat into them, they look disgusting."

Liu Jun then tidied the table, saying, "You're right, we need to replace the table too."

Let's eat again.

The two of them became the "focus" of the restaurant, with other diners glancing at them from time to time, but they didn't seem to care.

However, Anning finally couldn't help but ask, "Didn't you say your drifting was actually just average? Why did you still compare yourself to him?"

"We were actually in the right just now, and we could have easily refused, right?"

Liu Jun chuckled: "Of course, but there's no need."

"Besides, he wants to ride our coattails, but we can also siphon traffic from him."

An Ning worriedly said, "How can you be so sure you can win? What if we lose... it would be really embarrassing."

Liu Jun: "Then let's not lose."

Although he always said that his drifting skills were average, this "average" was relative to the real drifting masters in China in his previous life.

Even if the world's racing culture becomes more vibrant, and the average level rises a notch...

But what exactly is Daqingshan Piaowang?

"You need to understand, this is China, not some small town. In a small town, everything is done in a petty way, which is why those racers call themselves 'Mountain Racer God' or 'County Racer King'."

"But in our China, anyone who's truly awesome and ranks high wouldn't use some mountain as a nickname. They'd be something like 'City King' or 'Province King,' wouldn't they?"

"Also, the fact that he's subtly trying to ride on our coattails confirms that he doesn't have many fans."

"While drifting isn't very practical in competitions, it's incredibly entertaining. So if someone is truly skilled, they wouldn't need to ride our coattails."

"By combining the two points, I felt I could win him over, so I agreed."

An Ning listened intently, then murmured, "Are you... a race car driver or a detective?"

Liu Jun chuckled: "Hey, they're all pretty much the same."

"Details, everything is about details."

"Of course, this is just my speculation. Maybe he's a hidden mastermind? If we really lose, we can only accept our bad luck."

"But I personally think we have a better chance of winning."

An Ning nodded, indicating that she understood.

"As expected, you tactical drivers all have dirty hearts."

"This isn't dirty; it's clever."

"He's a sly fox."

"~"

Nothing was said that night, only movement.