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Da Sha's fist froze in mid-air, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the gleaming gun in Cheng Yi's hand, large beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

After a long while, he swallowed hard and said in a trembling voice, "Brother, what gang are you from? What brings you here today? I, Da Sha, am from 14K. We keep to ourselves, so don't mess around."

Cheng Yi snorted coldly, a slight smile of disdain on his lips, and mocked, "Hmph, I thought the biker gangs in Hong Kong were so powerful, but they're nothing special, just bullies who pick on the weak and fear the strong."

I'm here today for no other reason than to race.

I just heard you two are going to have a match, how about it? Can I join you?

His eyes were full of provocation, and his calm demeanor made it seem as if the gun in his hand was not a dangerous weapon, but merely a bargaining chip.

Big Fool frowned, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. He looked at Tony across from him and said, "I'm fine on my end, it's up to Tommy to decide."

After he finished speaking, he stared intently at Tommy, waiting for his response.

Tommy squinted at the newcomer, trying to figure him out, but he had no clue what to do.

But none of that matters. What matters is that his arch-nemesis, Big Fool, is here.

The feud between the two of them was truly ancient, like an inextricable thorny entanglement.

Tommy felt as refreshed as if he had drunk an ice-cold beer on a summer day, as long as he could make Big Fool afraid or unhappy.

Moreover, when it comes to racing, Tommy has never been afraid of anyone; on the track, he is undoubtedly the king.

Thinking of this, Tommy gave his girlfriend a confident, almost radiant smile, a smile full of composure and certainty.

He declared loudly, "No problem! As long as someone dares to challenge me, I, Tommy, would be more than happy to accept. But, you big idiot, don't forget, you lost to me last time, and that bet still hasn't been paid off!"

Upon hearing this, Da Sha flew into a rage and yelled, "Damn it! Last time, a damn cop suddenly blocked our way, and the race wasn't even finished. Does that count? If we're going to race, let's start over!"

At this moment, Tommy's beautiful and feisty girlfriend, Jialing, couldn't hold back any longer. She crossed her arms, raised an eyebrow, and said coldly, "Hmph, you want to race? Fine, pay up the money you owed last time first. With your skill level, you think you can compete with Tommy? Anyway, my Tommy is bound to win."

One of Big Fool's henchmen, with a face full of scars, had something on his mind, staring at Tommy's girlfriend with a disgusting lewd grin.

He staggered over to Tommy's girlfriend, swearing, "Pay first? What's the point of me racing then? I'd rather race you!"

That's incredibly disgusting.

However, before he could finish speaking, Cheng Yi grabbed him by the neck and pulled him over like a chick. Then, he kicked him hard and accurately in the chest, sending the underling flying.

The younger brother rolled around on the ground several times like a tattered sack before finally stopping, and it took him a long time to recover.

Big Fool's eyes widened, his face full of anger, and he shouted, "Brother, what do you mean by this? What right do you have to lay a hand on my cousin?"

His voice was like a booming bell, making everyone's ears ring in the tense atmosphere.

Cheng Yi frowned, his eyes full of disdain, and cursed, "Big Idiot, you're fucking stupid!"

I hit him to save his life, you believe me? If I hadn't intervened, given your cousin's behavior—harassing Tommy's wife—Tommy would have beaten him so badly his own mother wouldn't recognize him, he might even have killed him.

Upon hearing this, Da Sha's blood rushed to his head, and the veins on his neck bulged. He was about to fight Cheng Yi head-on without regard for anything else when his gaze inadvertently swept over Tommy's face.

Tommy's face was ashen, and his eyes burned with fury. His gaze was like a sharp blade, as if he wanted to tear the person who offended his lover to pieces.

Da Sha felt a chill run down his spine, and swallowed back the harsh words that were about to come out.

He had known Tommy for many years and knew how much Tommy valued his family.

In Tommy's mind, his family is his Achilles' heel; anyone who touches it will die.

But now, so many underlings are watching. If he just lets it go like this and lets his cousin get beaten up for no reason, how will he maintain his standing in the underworld? How will he gain the respect of his underlings?

Da Sha's lips trembled slightly, and he was about to speak when Cheng Yi spoke first: "Da Sha, if you insist on standing up for your cousin, that's fine too."

Your cousin harassed Tommy's wife, and I hit your cousin. So let's settle this once and for all: Tommy, you, and I, the three of us, will have a one-on-one fight. This battle will determine both victory and defeat, and life and death.

After speaking, Cheng Yi slowly walked between the two groups of people, like a cold and imposing mountain peak.

The moment Feng Yuxiu uttered these eight words of truth, both groups present were shocked.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and everyone was stunned by this sudden suggestion.

Who are they? They're just thugs at the very bottom of society.

These people like to show off in front of ordinary people, and they think they are great people just because of their driving skills.

If they had the chance to arrange a fight or steal a car, they would be so excited that they couldn't sleep all night, just like a child who had received their favorite toy.

If they had the chance to participate in the gang's major events alongside the boss, even if it was just cheering from the sidelines, they could brag about it for months.

Ultimately, these people are just too shallow and too petty.

Take Big Fool and Tommy for example. They seem intimidating at first glance, leading a dozen or so men. But in reality, they're no different from Chan Ho-nam when he first appeared—just inexperienced newcomers.

Tommy is only good at racing, and he's barely a minor celebrity in the racing world.

As for Big Fool, he only relied on the backing of a bigwig from the 14K triad to do some small smuggling business under the 14K's name.

If he really messes things up and gets into big trouble, a big gang like the 14K won't care whether he lives or dies.

So, when it comes to matters of life and death, these low-level thugs are naturally terrified.

Although Da Sha and Tommy were more knowledgeable than the underlings, they couldn't figure out someone like Cheng Yi at all.

Cheng Yi, a man whose background is unknown, can draw his gun at the slightest provocation and speak of life and death with such nonchalance. This kind of ruthless character is definitely not someone like us small fry; he is certainly not a simple person.

Just when the tension was about to freeze, a clear and authoritative voice broke the deadlock.

The speaker was Tommy's wife, Jia Ling, whom Cheng Yi knew well.

She stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over everyone's faces, and said unhurriedly, "It's not impossible to take action, but before that, let's finish the race we haven't completed yet."

The last match was ruined by the police, so it doesn't count. This time, it's the same old story: a million dollars bet.

Tommy was secretly delighted upon hearing this and readily agreed, saying, "My wife has spoken, so let's go for a race. We have to settle this score today."

Although Da Sha was a little uneasy, he couldn't show weakness in front of his underlings. He took a deep breath, pretended to be nonchalant, and turned to his cousin, calling out, "Cousin, go get the money."

His cousin responded, turned around and walked to the trunk of a car, opened the trunk, and laboriously dragged out a heavy box, which he then carried to Da Sha.

Da Sha squatted down, opened the box, and in an instant, the large golden bull neatly arranged inside shone brightly under the firelight and lamplight, making the eyes of those around him dazzled.

Meanwhile, Tommy's wife wasn't going to back down either. She took a heavy-looking black bag from one of the henchmen.

A slight smile played on her lips as she deftly unzipped the bag and tossed it aside, leaving it at Tommy's feet.

The bag also contained stacks of brand-new gold bulls, which shone with the light of wealth.

At this moment, Cheng Yi calmly took out a card from his pocket; it was a pure black bank card from the world of movies and television.

He held it high, showing it to everyone. The card gleamed with a mysterious and noble luster in the sunlight, as if silently proclaiming the wealth and power it represented.

Just as Tommy was about to speak, his dim-witted cousin, Big Fool, spoke first.

His eyes were full of disdain as he scoffed, "Hmph, who knows which backwater gas station this thing came from? You say it's worth a million? You're just trying to fool me!"

Upon hearing this, Da Sha flew into a rage, his face turning bright red.

He rushed over in one stride, raised his hand, and slapped his cousin hard across the face. With a crisp "smack," the cousin saw stars.

Still not satisfied, Da Sha kicked his cousin again, sending him sprawling on the ground. His eyes wide with rage, he yelled, "Are you blind? This is a black card only big-spending people get! What do you know?!"

After scolding his cousin, Da Sha immediately changed his expression and walked towards Cheng Yi with a big smile on his face.

He bowed slightly, his attitude extremely respectful, and said cautiously, "Brother, please don't take offense at my country bumpkin cousin."

He knows nothing and just talks nonsense. The bet is only a mere million; I absolutely trust you.

Cheng Yi raised an eyebrow slightly, put away the mysterious black card, and asked seemingly casually, "Oh? You've seen this card before?"

Upon hearing this, Da Sha immediately showed a smug look on his face and hurriedly said, "Yes, brother. Once, I was invited by the shipping magnate's son to a nightclub with my boss. There, I really saw some of the world."

I remember it very clearly. When paying the bill, the young master slowly took out a card from his pocket, exactly the same as yours.

Later, my boss specifically told me that this kind of card isn't something just anyone can have; only those with a net worth exceeding 10 billion are eligible to possess it. There are probably no more than ten of these cards in the entire Hong Kong!"

As soon as Da Sha finished speaking, all the underlings present stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with astonishment, as if they had heard some earth-shattering secret.

Even Tommy, who was always arrogant and fearless, couldn't help but frown slightly and re-examine the mysterious man in front of him.

You must understand, this is Hong Kong! On this land, there is an unwritten rule that everyone knows.

People who are timid naturally dare not provoke anyone; those who are slightly bolder might bully ordinary people; those who are even bolder might dare to mess with gangsters; and those who are truly audacious might even provoke a gang that has taken over the drug trade.

Even more extreme, some people don't even respect the royal constables. But no matter how bold you are, there's one type of person you should never mess with: the rich.

Because in this society, they set the rules, and they wield enormous wealth and power, like kings standing at the top of a pyramid. To mess with them is like stirring up a hornet's nest, with unimaginable consequences.

Seeing the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Cheng Yi smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said, "Don't misunderstand, everyone. I took out this card for no other reason than to prove that I have the ability to pay off the bet."

Okay, is everything alright now? Can we start racing?

Big Fool seemed to suddenly remember something and quickly said, "Wait a minute. Last time when Tommy and I were racing, there was a little accident, and I got injured. I haven't fully recovered yet."

So in this race, I can't compete with this guy or Tommy. However, I recently found a helper whose driving skills are also quite impressive.

As he spoke, Da Sha leaned closer to his cousin and whispered something in his ear.

My cousin immediately understood and turned to run back. A moment later, he returned with a man. The man had sharp eyes, exuding arrogance and an indescribable aura.

The man looked to be under thirty years old, with neat short hair, thin eyebrows, and narrow eyes. Yet, in those occasional flashes of indifference towards life and death, it seemed as if he could see through everything. Just that one look was enough to make one realize that this man was no ordinary person.

As soon as he appeared, Tommy couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "The Lion King?"

Seeing this, Da Sha grinned with satisfaction and said smugly, "That's right, he is Lion King. Everyone says that Tommy, you drive like a madman, but the one I found today is a driver who is absolutely no less than you."

Upon hearing the words "Lion King," Cheng Yi was secretly amazed and couldn't help but think to himself, "Could this be the legendary protagonist effect? ​​I was just trying to find out where Lion King was in the biker gang circle, and now you've brought him right to my doorstep."

It seems I should wander around in any film or television world from now on; maybe I'll run into some main and supporting characters and see some iconic scenes. Hmm, that's decided.