The male protagonist of a sweet romance novel went on a killing spree in the world of angst novels.

Qi Yang's true objective was Yanting.

No sooner had Yan Ting finished saying that she would pay back the driver's money than he smiled and said, "Okay!"

"But Miss Yan, are you sure you can afford to pay for it?"

There was an unspoken sarcasm in his nonchalant tone.

After all, according to his investigation, Yan Ting was not favored in the Yan family.

If the person standing here were Yan Nan, he could easily afford not only ten million, but even fifty million.

But it was Yanting who stood here.

Qi Yang knew that Yan Ting couldn't possibly come up with the money, which is why he deliberately stepped on the gas and intercepted the white taxi.

Yan Ting's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she pursed her lips.

After a long silence, she said coldly, "Qi Yang, what exactly do you want to do?"

Qi Yang raised a slight smile and said in a light tone, "Don't be nervous, I just want to take you to a fun place."

How could Yanting possibly believe his nonsense?

"I'll pay you back, but you need to give me a few days." Even if she has to borrow it, she'll find a way to do so.

Strangely enough, when she thought about borrowing money, the first face that came to mind was not Lu Huai, nor Tan Yi, but rather... Chen Xiao.

Qi Yang could easily guess what she was thinking at that moment. He said with a hint of threat in his tone, "If Miss Yan doesn't want to involve other people, why don't you come with me to a fun place?"

Yan Ting frowned.

He was secretly annoyed.

If she weren't still recovering her strength, she would have slapped Qi Yang across the face long ago and told him to get as far away as possible.

But Qi Yang seemed to have timed it perfectly, deliberately choosing a moment when she was at her weakest.

The fun places Qi Yang mentioned were definitely not as simple as he described.

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The deafening roar of the engine filled the air.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.

The sports cars sped off along the track, one after the other.

Looking up, Yan Ting saw two sports cars colliding and battling fiercely on the winding and uneven racetrack.

She never expected that Qi Yang would bring her to Yangang District.

Anyone interested in racing knows that Iwaoka Ward is a notorious racing arena with a 99% fatality rate for racers, and most people who race in such a place are crazy.

For example, Qi Yang.

Yan Ting knew about this place because of Tan Yi.

Tan Yi also likes racing. He once mentioned it to her, and because she has a good memory, she remembered the place called Yangang District.

Although racing here could easily result in a fatal accident, the rewards are incredibly generous.

It is said that if a race car driver ultimately wins the race, he can receive a prize of 100 million.

Money moves people's hearts.

With the money in place, there's no shortage of people willing to take a gamble.

Qi Yang's arrival naturally attracted much attention.

After all, he was the behind-the-scenes sponsor of this competition.

"Young Master Qi." Soon, someone rushed over to fawn over him: "It's been a while since we've seen you. You don't know, there are a lot of people here waiting to watch your match."

Qi Yang glanced at him, a half-smile on his face, and said, "I'm not going to participate today." As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Yan Ting.

The man was taken aback. Then, following Qi Yang's gaze, he looked at Yan Ting, who had come here with Qi Yang. He narrowed his eyes slightly and subtly sized up the other man.

It must be said that she is indeed a rare beauty.

God knows how shocked they were when they saw Qi Yang bring a woman over.

After all, besides being sick, Qi Yang also misogyny.

How disgusted are you?

Let me put it this way.

There was once a man who didn't know that Qi Yang was a misogynist. In order to please Qi Yang, he specially selected a beautiful model, hoping to use the model to seduce Qi Yang and achieve his own selfish goals.

But no one expected this.

Qi Yang kicked the model who was trying to get into his arms to the ground, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The model fell to the ground, her whole body convulsing uncontrollably; it was clear that Qi Yang's kick had been quite forceful.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

The man who brought the model was so frightened that his legs were trembling.

But even if he wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, it was too late.

Since then, no such person has been found in the industry.

Therefore, no woman dared to throw herself into the arms of a madman like Qi Yang.

If you throw yourself at other men, they might show you some pity. But if you throw yourself at Qi Yang, you'd be lucky to escape with half your life.

Yan Ting could feel the gazes converging on her from all directions—glancing, amazed, curious, disdainful… Though different, they all concealed subtle assessments and hostility.

After bringing her here, Qi Yang left her aside, his eyes fixed on watching the race on the track with great interest.

Yan Ting couldn't figure out what he was thinking at that moment, but she also knew that what awaited her was definitely not the outcome she wanted to see.

"Miss Yan," Qi Yang suddenly spoke up, "who do you think will win between them?"

Yan Ting squinted.

As she gazed at the increasingly intense race in the distance, fragmented images suddenly flashed through her mind. The images were somewhat blurry, but one image seemed to leave a deep impression: she saw a girl whose face she couldn't make out gripping the steering wheel, stepping on the gas, shaking off the relentless opponents behind her, and rushing towards the finish line in one go.

Without hesitation, Yan Ting said, "The red car will win."

However, even a layman would think that the red sports car is doomed to lose, simply because the black sports car's cornering technique is indeed slightly better than the red sports car's.

Instantly, all eyes turned to Yan Ting once again, but this time their gazes were filled with mockery and disdain.

She's just a woman, what could she possibly know about racing?

But the next moment.

On the track not far away, everyone clearly heard a loud "bang".

The black sports car actually overturned.

No one expected that the red sports car would overtake the black sports car in front of it in the blink of an eye as it turned the corner.

Finally, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the red sports car sprinted towards the finish line.

The moment the car reached the finish line, cheers and shouts erupted.

As for the black sports car, no one paid any attention to it; after all, no one cares about the thoughts of a loser.

The only saving grace is that at least he's still alive.

Qi Yang brought Yan Ting here not simply to watch the match, but to make a meaningful statement. A sinister smile appeared on his lips: “One match to offset ten million, that’s a very worthwhile deal.”

"I wonder if Miss Yan has the courage to step in and give it a try?"

On the surface, it seems like Qi Yang is asking her about her wishes, but in reality, whether she agrees or not, she is destined to participate in this competition.

Yan Ting lowered his eyes, his expression somewhat unclear: "..."