Star Hunter.

Chapter 264 The Brat You Don't Dare to Mess With

Volume One

Overwhelmed with excitement, they were only thinking about taking the "vegetable pancake" for a spin, forgetting the time it would take and how their stomachs would churn during that time.

Fortunately, some small herbivores and wild fruits can be found in the mountainous areas. Apart from the quadrennial competition, not many people travel around the planet on ordinary days, so many resources have been preserved in their original state, and the species are quite abundant.

Xilin and Naimi found a valley and stopped the car to find food. The flying car had a simple multi-stage heating device that could cook the food. They didn't bring any seasonings, so they could only find some spices and coarse seasonings from the surrounding plants to stimulate their taste buds and make the food easier to swallow.

There are regulations prohibiting the making of fires in areas with abundant vegetation. Furthermore, regardless of whether you use electric heating devices, microwave devices, laser devices, or other types of food heating equipment, you cannot create large-scale open flames. If this is discovered, relevant penalties will be imposed, and in serious cases, you may even be disqualified from the competition.

Xilin and Naimi didn't plan to make things too complicated; they just wanted to eat something simple to replenish their energy.

"Someone's coming, three flying cars, seven people," Cai Bing suddenly said. A projection popped up, showing the distance to the three flying cars.

"They must have spotted us too; they're clearly flying towards us," Naimi said, stuffing meat into her mouth.

Xilin did not set "Vegetable Pancake" to invisibility, so it is not surprising that the other party was able to discover them.

The three flying cars didn't bear the logo of any racing team Xilin recognized; they looked more like private vehicles. Their flamboyant designs, with wavy, toothed ridges, were imposing but unsuitable for racing. They were custom-made, and Xilin could tell they were all recently built. They must have been driven by a noble family's young master in their new ride.

As the three flying cars drew closer, an arrogant voice rang out from the external speaker on the lead black flying car with its gleaming finish.

"Haha, I didn't see wrong, did I? The young master of the prestigious Szel family is actually running an old-fashioned pancake stall!"

Upon hearing the sound, Naimi felt nauseous and spat out the meat in her mouth. Caibing thoughtfully placed a small, fingernail-sized speaker in front of Naimi to amplify the sound.

"Pah! You think driving this fancy car elevates your taste? A layman who doesn't even know where the energy coupling device is, even if he's driving the most high-end, top-of-the-line flying car in the entire empire, is still just a layman. What right does a guy who drives like a snail have to talk to me!"

Three flying cars stopped about twenty centimeters off the ground. The people inside jumped out; they were typical aristocratic youths, dressed in splendid attire as if afraid others wouldn't know they were nobles, their expressions carrying a habitual arrogance and disdain.

  

"Brilles. Neck twisted? Why are you holding your chin up so high?" Naimi said irritably to the leader.

Despite hearing Naimi's words, Brillas maintained his haughty attitude, which reminded Sirin of Pride from the Covenant.

Brillas glanced at Sirin, and after confirming he didn't recognize him, he paid him no further attention. He remembered all the upper-class scions of his generation within the Empire. However, Sirin wasn't on Brillas's list, so he treated Sirin just like the sycophants fawning over him.

His gaze shifted back to the "vegetable pancake," and Brillas sneered, "You've got some nerve, haven't you? You have great taste. To actually bring out this kind of outdated antique and flaunt it like this. If I were from your Szel family, I'd be ashamed."

"It would be a disgrace to our Szell family if we had someone like you!" Naimi sat down on the edge of the "vegetable pancake" and looked back at Brillas with the same disdainful gaze, showing no sign of weakness.

"You? Isn't your Szel family supposed to be good at racing? Why don't you participate in 'Winds of Freedom'? What kind of skill is it to mess around in small-scale competitions?!"

"Who said I didn't participate in 'Winds of Freedom'? Which eye of yours saw that?"

"You participated? This time?" Brillas was surprised. He was just saying it casually, to dampen Naimi's spirits. Given their status, they rarely participated in such large-scale, high-risk competitions without restraint. The Szel family actually allowed Naimi to participate? Aren't they afraid she might not return?

"Stop being so petty. Who do you think is as afraid of death as you? Tch. What kind of eyesight do you have? Don't assume everyone else is as bad as you are!"

Brillais wasn't particularly angry at Naimi's sarcasm; instead, he asked, "Your father actually agreed?"

"Of course!" Naimi said proudly.

Brillais stroked his chin, his eyes darting around, and pointed at the "vegetable pancake," saying, "Use it?"

Naimi patted the "vegetable pancake," "Exactly!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Brillais and the people behind him laughed so hard they almost couldn't breathe. Xilin didn't react to their unrestrained laughter. The best counterattack was to let the facts speak for themselves. Then these guys would naturally realize how wrong they were.

After a long silence, Brillais said, "Hey, Naimi, how about we make a bet?"

"How do we gamble?" Naimi asked.

"Fifty million Lansa coins. Aren't you participating in this competition? If you can make it into the top five, this money is yours."

"Tch, do you think I'm short of fifty million?" Naimi retorted stubbornly. He didn't actually have that much pocket money; it was enough to build another "Vegetable Pancake." But it was impossible not to be tempted. With that fifty million, he could further modify the "Vegetable Pancake," replacing many of its components with higher-end ones, giving the flying car a comprehensive upgrade.

"Want to bet or not?"

"Bet! Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

No proof is needed. Although they may seem like spoiled brats, they also have their own pride and dignity, and they will never renege on such a verbal bet.

Looking at Naimi's "vegetable pancake" flying car, Brillais led the laughter again.

Naimi raised an eyebrow, about to speak, when "Caibing" suddenly said, "Another flying car is coming, it will arrive here in fifteen seconds."

Brillais's laughter stopped abruptly. The people behind him, though not quite understanding, also stopped laughing.

Brillas squinted, his face filled with disbelief. He was even more astonished than when he saw this antique "vegetable pancake" resurrected in the human world. A super-intelligent system installed on a racing car! Was Naimi an idiot? Insane?! In that case, Naimi was absolutely doomed to lose!

Just as Brillais was about to say something more, the flying car that "Caibing" had mentioned flew close by, arriving exactly fifteen seconds later.

The flying vehicle wasn't as flashy as Bryles's, but it was still quite novel, resembling a battle blade—a battle blade with a blood groove, though not as long as a typical battle blade. However, the first impression it gave was that of a sharp, menacing blade, a blade exuding a hidden, chilling aura of unwavering determination.

This flying vehicle is equipped with exceptionally high-quality gear, almost entirely top-of-the-line military equipment, so Xilin doesn't need to disassemble it. Having gained experience assembling flying vehicles this time, he can now glean basic information about them simply by looking at them, listening to their sounds, and feeling the friction as they cut through the air.

Military equipment? What is the owner's identity? And it's obvious they came here specifically for them.

Neither Brilles nor Naimi spoke. They were certainly knowledgeable, though not as professionally as Xilin and their understanding wasn't as deep. However, these two young men who frequented the upper echelons of nobility instinctively felt that the person inside the flying car was no ordinary person.

The flying car finally landed, its doors opening like swords being drawn from their sheaths. However, the person who jumped out seemed somewhat out of place in this flying car.

Those behind Brillais wanted to laugh, but since Brillais hadn't made a clear statement yet, they didn't dare to be too casual.

A child jumped out of this incredibly imposing flying car; Xilin recognized him.

It was Teita.

Behind Teita was a familiar old servant and three bodyguards.

Upon seeing Teita, Brilles and Naimi's eyes twitched. What was this troublesome little brat doing here!

Some time ago, the Yu Rong family, one of the military giants, released a message. Of course, this message only circulated among the upper nobility; those of lower ranks wouldn't know. And then everyone learned about Yu Rong Teita.

The youngest son of the Yu Rong family patriarch—yes, son. As the saying goes, "an old clam gives birth to a pearl," and he was especially doted on. The Yu Rong patriarch was quite strict with his sons and daughters, but this youngest son was an exception.

Now, all the upper-class nobles in the empire know that, apart from the emperor and the three kings, there are two other brats in the entire empire whom they dare not mess with: Yu Rong Teita and Gleason Dodge. Anyone who touches them will be in big trouble; there are precedents for this.

So when Teita appeared, Brillais was filled with regret. Why did he have such a brain fart and run off to argue with Naimi? He never expected to run into such a troublesome person!

According to seniority, Teita is a generation older than them!

Teita didn't even look at the others and walked straight toward Xilin.

"Xilin, why didn't you greet me when you saw me!" Although that's what she said, everyone present could tell that Teita had no intention of blaming Xilin at all. With obvious surprise at seeing an acquaintance on her face, she ran over to Xilin's side.

"Long time no see. Don't you have any classes or assignments?" Xilin asked.

"I just finished the task assigned by my mentor, and he was so happy that he gave me a long vacation so I could come and watch the racing competition! I've been looking forward to it for so long! I just arrived today, and I ran into you while I was out for a spin. It's so nice to have an acquaintance here," Teita said happily.

Brillais and Naimi both thought at the same time: Your mentor definitely pulled strings! Those cunning old foxes who act like teachers can all see through your slyness and lack of self-control! Who dares to upset you?!

"Hey, what were you guys talking about just now?" Teita asked with great interest.

Xilin looked at Brillais and Naimi.

Brillais opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. The person behind him thought Brillais was too lazy to speak and was about to fawn over him when Brillais noticed and elbowed him in the stomach. The person winced in pain and swallowed the words he was about to say.

Seeing this, the others immediately understood what Brillais meant and obediently shut their mouths.

Teita then looked at Naimi, who smiled stiffly, unsure how to handle this troublesome person.

"We just set up a bet," Naimi said.

"What kind of bet?"

After listening to Naimi's explanation, Teita looked at Xilin: "You're in the same group as him?"

Xilin nodded. "Yes."

"Hey, okay, I'll join too! I bet you guys win!"

Brillais's smile faltered. Damn it, what's a kid fussing about adult stuff! If Naimi and the others really lose, you'll definitely have a long face, and we'll be the ones in trouble! Even if we only get a scolding from our parents, it's still an innocent disaster!

Not wanting to stay there a second longer, Brillais made up an excuse and sped off with his men at top speed.