Chapter Thirty-Nine: If It Comes Down to Numbers, You Really Don’t Stand a Chance

Chen Yang’s words astonished Lady Xiao; she had never expected him to suddenly challenge the King of Racers. Guilt pricked her conscience—she realized that Chen Yang’s abrupt challenge to Qin Dong was, in large part, because of her.

She had no desire for Chen Yang and Qin Dong to become embroiled in this wager. She knew all too well that Qin Dong reigned as the King of Racers on this track; no one was more familiar with every curve and stretch than he. He had already defeated countless challengers here.

Therefore, she was certain that Chen Yang would lose.

With this in mind, she quickly said, “President Chen, don’t joke around like that. Why would you race against the King?”

“Why would I joke?” Chen Yang replied mildly. “Seeing the King of Racers act so high and mighty, I just wanted to put my skills to the test.”

The truth was, Chen Yang’s challenge was simply a lesson in humility for the so-called King. He had no other motive. The arrogance Qin Dong displayed, especially when speaking to Lady Xiao, was something Chen Yang found intolerable.

At last, Qin Dong looked directly at Chen Yang and asked, “Lady Xiao, who is this man?”

“Oh, he’s a friend of mine—President Chen from Huading Corporation,” she answered quickly.

Qin Dong sneered. “These days, everyone’s a ‘president’ no matter how high or low their rank.”

“That’s not it, King—actually…” Lady Xiao began, intending to properly introduce Chen Yang, but Qin Dong rudely cut her off.

Interrupting her halfway, Qin Dong addressed Chen Yang, “You want to race me for a million?”

Lady Xiao couldn’t help but feel annoyed, but she knew there was nothing she could do. Having known Qin Dong for some time, she understood his prideful temperament—though when it came to racing, he certainly had reason to be proud.

Chen Yang, undaunted by Qin Dong’s provocation, smiled. “That’s right. Judging by your attitude, are you afraid?”

Qin Dong’s reply was cold: “There’s no need to goad me. I’ll race you. I just hope you’ll have the million on hand when you lose.”

“Don’t worry. I own plenty of properties. If I can’t pay you a million, I’ll just hand over a house. That is, if you can win,” Chen Yang said with disdain.

Qin Dong burst out laughing, then looked at Lady Xiao with amusement. “Lady Xiao, where did you find such an interesting friend?”

She offered an embarrassed smile.

At that moment, Chen Yang turned and climbed into Lady Xiao’s white race car. Lowering the window, he called out to Qin Dong, “King, let’s get started. Enough talking. President Xiao will be our witness: whoever loses pays the other a million.”

Qin Dong said nothing more, shut his car door, and coolly drove his car to the starting line. Chen Yang followed suit.

Nearby, a group of rich young racers, upon hearing that someone was challenging the King, eagerly brought their cars to the edge of the track to watch.

Lady Xiao stood by the track, feeling helpless and frustrated. She blamed herself for introducing Chen Yang to Qin Dong—if Chen Yang lost a million because of her, how could she ever face him again?

Chen Yang and Qin Dong readied their cars.

A race girl, waving her flag, suddenly dropped it, and both cars shot forward together.

The five affluent young men at the track’s edge, thrilled to see someone challenge Qin Dong, watched with gleaming anticipation.

After all, anyone who raced in Linhai knew that Qin Dong was a demon on the track—impossible to beat, never to be challenged lightly. In reality, no one had dared challenge him for a long time. Nobody wanted to court disaster.

Chen Yang’s car stayed side by side with Qin Dong’s. Both men drove with calm expressions, exuding the aura of true masters. Neck and neck, they passed through three bends, reaching the sharpest—a near ninety-degree turn, Qin Dong’s forte. With confidence, he flashed Chen Yang a rude gesture.

But just as Qin Dong finished, Chen Yang executed a flawless drift through the corner. Then, with another perfect drift, he took the next bend, overtaking Qin Dong with elegance and speed.

Qin Dong’s brow knotted in concern. For the first time, he sensed danger: Chen Yang’s drifting skill was anything but amateur.

In his rearview mirror, Chen Yang saw Qin Dong desperately chasing him and let a cold smile curl his lips. “Now the real game begins,” he murmured.

From that moment, Chen Yang gave Qin Dong no chance—drift after perfect drift, he navigated each corner, finally crossing the finish line a full thirty seconds ahead.

Chen Yang eased his car to a stop beside the track. The wealthy young spectators erupted in excitement, all discussing the mysterious driver who had managed to defeat Qin Dong.

The King of Racers, Qin Dong, was defeated. For them, it was nearly unimaginable.

Lady Xiao, too, stared in disbelief. Chen Yang had won. It would have been one thing to beat anyone else, but to defeat Qin Dong—someone so intimately familiar with every inch of the track, whose skill was unparalleled—was extraordinary.

Qin Dong’s car screeched to a halt at the roadside. Enraged, he slammed his fists on the steering wheel, his face contorted with hatred.

Chen Yang stepped out of the car, straightening up. A blond-haired playboy came over, grinning, “Man, you’re something! You even beat the King!”

Chen Yang glanced at him coolly. “The King? He’s nothing.”

The playboy laughed. “You’re incredible, man.”

“No need for your approval,” Chen Yang replied icily.

He had no fondness for these pampered heirs who lived off their parents’ wealth. He had nothing to say to them. Now a billionaire, Chen Yang no longer bothered with things he disliked—he was simply that arrogant.

Sensing Chen Yang’s coldness, the young man fell silent.

Chen Yang then strode to Qin Dong’s car and rapped on the window. “With skills like yours, you dare call yourself the King? You lost—pay up.”

Given Chen Yang’s wealth, a million meant little to him. But the King’s arrogance had irked him—he wanted to teach Qin Dong a lesson. The bet had to be honored.

Qin Dong, however, sneered, “A million? Who owes you a million? Don’t make me laugh.”

Chen Yang was stunned—he had never expected that, in the end, the King would renege on his debt.

“So you’re going to default?” he asked with a cold laugh.

“Who’s defaulting? Did we write it down? Do you have it recorded? Do you?” Qin Dong replied with utter contempt.

Chen Yang’s disdain only deepened. He hadn’t thought the King of Racers could be so shameless.

With a cold chuckle, Chen Yang said, “You think you can get away with it? You won’t.”

“What did you just say?” Qin Dong snapped, shoving open his car door and stalking over, face icy, to confront Chen Yang.

Just then, Lady Xiao hurried over, alarmed at the confrontation. “What’s going on here?” she asked anxiously.

Chen Yang said nothing, only smiled coldly.

Qin Dong said icily, “I don’t want to talk to you people. Get lost.”

Lady Xiao, confused, turned to Chen Yang. “President Chen, what’s happening?”

“He lost a million to me and refuses to pay,” Chen Yang replied lightly.

“I didn’t lose you a million!” Qin Dong protested, scowling.

Now seeing Qin Dong’s shamelessness, Lady Xiao finally understood why Chen Yang was angry. Still, a million-dollar wager on a single race was excessive—she didn’t want things to escalate.

Trying to smooth things over, she said, “Qin Dong, you lost—just as a gesture, why don’t you invite President Chen to dinner tonight? It’s only fair.”

“I don’t have time,” Qin Dong said curtly.

Before she could say more, Chen Yang cut her off coldly. “Enough, President Xiao. Don’t try to mediate. I’m collecting that million.”

“Collect what?” Qin Dong snarled.

At that moment, two black sedans rolled onto the track and parked behind Qin Dong. Out climbed a gang of twenty rough-looking men, some smoking, some tattooed, who quickly assembled behind Qin Dong.

One of them, a man with an earring in his left ear and a cigarette dangling from his lips, asked coldly, “Dongzi, who’s trying to extort a million from you?”

“That’d be President Chen here,” Qin Dong replied, pulling out a cigarette of his own.

Seeing that Qin Dong was about to resort to violence, Lady Xiao quickly stepped in front of Chen Yang. “Qin Dong, this is going too far.”

“Stand aside, President Xiao,” Chen Yang said as he gently moved her out of the way.

She looked back at Chen Yang with worry.

After moving Lady Xiao aside, Chen Yang looked at Qin Dong with a cold smile. “So, you really want to see who has more men at their back, is that it?”