Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 158: How to Determine the Winner and Loser?

"Shut the hell up, all of you!" Huang Shi suddenly roared, cutting off the discussions of his brothers. Their chatter had become extremely annoying to him. He had been watching for a while now, but he couldn’t figure out Lin Feng’s depth. Lin Feng just stood there motionless, appearing to be very confident about something. Ordinary people definitely wouldn’t react like this, abnormal behavior always has a reason! Why did he stop the car and wait for his gang to surround him? What was his purpose?

Facing our group, ordinary people used to avoid us crazily, but today, this guy was the only one who dared to overtake our cars and even got out to confront us. Either he’s crazy, or he really has some sort of backup. Otherwise, no normal person would do such an outrageous thing. However, his car isn’t that great, and his clothes are even less impressive. He doesn’t seem like a wealthy and privileged young master at all. And my buddies in Tianhai are all well-known young masters, yet none of us have seen this guy before. Could he be bluffing us? Is he really some clueless lunatic?

But no matter what, the incident today was highly abnormal. It’s rare to see someone who’s not afraid of our crowd, and to have never seen anyone keep their composure like he did, it’s obvious this person is extremely confident. But who is he? Tianhai has never heard of such a young master!

"Boss Huang, this..." Ye Feng looked at Boss Huang in this state, his mind a mess. What is going on today? Normally, Boss Huang isn’t like this with the brothers. Why is he so explosive today? It can’t be because of this young man. We’ve played together for so long, how could it be that an outsider is treated this way by our own people?

What does Boss Huang mean? Why is everything so abnormal today? First, we encountered this young man who doesn’t play by the rules, and now Boss Huang is acting like this. What on earth is happening today? Who took the wrong medicine?

"Uh..."

"..."

"..."

The crowd around, upon hearing Boss Huang’s shout, also fell silent and didn’t speak anymore. They’d never seen Boss Huang yell at his own brothers before, and this situation was far too abnormal. Everyone’s eyes were fixedly staring at Boss Huang, waiting for him to give an explanation.

"Bro, speak up, what do you mean by this?" Huang Shi casually lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and stared at Lin Feng as he couldn’t resist asking first. This stand-off was clearly not the solution, and as the leader of the group, it was important to understand what this young man meant before anything else. It would be foolish if his gang just wasted time here if this guy really was a nutcase—it’d be like a bunch of fools accompanying him!

"Interested in a race? Ten to one odds!" Lin Feng closely observed the circle of young ’scions’, all looking under twenty, and an idea came to his mind. He addressed the handsome guy in a blue racing suit, then directly dumped a shopping bag onto the car, and put a few stacks of cash from his pocket into it. He had been annoyed by them for so long; he had to offer something for playing such a prank on Ye Xiaoyu and Mao Rongrong.

"What... what! You want to race us with your beat-up black A7, are you sure?" Huang Shi’s eyes nearly popped out when he heard Lin Feng’s words. It was beyond his comprehension how this young man could say such a thing. What was going through his head? To race with his broken A7 against these sons of rich families, who drove cars worth millions, he must have been out of his mind. Any sane person could never say such nonsense!

"Yes." Lin Feng replied curtly with two words.

"Of course, we’re interested," Huang Shi’s eyes lit up and he grinned. To race and gamble was something these young men were quite enthusiastic about. "But we all have plenty of money—are you sure about the ten to one odds? Can you really take on such a big bet?" He was delighted, not knowing how to spend his evening before, but now a racer had come right to them, with ten to one odds at that. This was thrilling and even profitable—what a joyous occasion to earn some extra cash for drinks.

Is there something wrong with this guy’s head? Otherwise, how could he say such a thing, daring to race his worn-out A7 against his Lamborghini—it was akin to seeking death! But if he insisted on giving money to his brothers, of course, they wouldn’t refuse!

"Oh yeah!"

"Awesome!"

"We can race again!"

When Huang Shi’s brothers heard they could race again, their eyes immediately gleamed with excitement. What’s more, they could pick on this naive A7 and make some easy drinking money—hahaha, what a joyous occasion! And to think that this lunatic actually offered odds of ten to one, it’s just like handing out free money!

"The stakes are unlimited. Whatever amount you bet is up to you, just put the money in this bag." Lin Feng took a good look at the group of youngsters around him, all of whom seemed under twenty, and then jiggled the shopping bag to signal Huang Shi and the others to place their bets.

"How do we decide who wins?" Huang Shi looked at Lin Feng in front of him and asked the most crucial question—what counts as a win? There were many particulars to be clarified here to avoid misunderstandings, like if they expected his Lamborghini to compete on a dirt track, that would be out of the question!

"We’re not far from Tianhai’s Nancheng Highway, so let’s head there and race on it. Circling around Tianhai City is about 150 kilometers. If we’re fast, we can finish quickly! Bet any amount, and I’ll give ten to one odds!" Lin Feng said casually, figuring that one round would take just over half an hour. With this car, it didn’t seem too difficult.

Why would Teacher Lin be racing with these people? Inside the car, Ye Xiaoyu’s eyes were fixed on Lin Feng, unable to believe that Teacher Lin would do such a thing. Who were these people anyway? A glance at their cars said it all—rich, influential second-generation kids from Tianhai City. To race with these reckless fun-seekers was asking for trouble. Putting aside the question of winning, even if Teacher Lin did win, would they let him leave without a fuss?

But why would Teacher Lin do this, especially with Xiaoyu and Sister Rongrong still in the car? He must know how dangerous it is. That must mean Lin Feng is confident he can win before he’d dare make such a decision. This means Teacher Lin must know how to race—and he’s probably very good at it. Otherwise, who would dare offer ten to one odds? If he loses against this crowd, he would face financial ruin.

Now the question comes back—no one knew Teacher Lin could race. Everyone had only ever seen him driving normally to and from work, never speeding. How could he possibly know how to race, an activity tantamount to gambling with life itself? But now, thinking back to that exhilarating drift stop, the thrilling maneuvers seen in movies, all the talk of drifting, speed, passion—it was so exciting. Lin Feng made Xiaoyu’s racing dream come true today, and the anticipation made his blood boil with excitement!

Thinking this, Ye Xiaoye stared at Lin Feng, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Teacher Lin, if you really can race, you must take me with you next time to feel the thrill, hahaha!

When Mao Rongrong heard Lin Feng talk about racing and the high stakes, she wanted to stop him but it was too late. She almost fainted with worry, fretting over Teacher Lin. How could he be so reckless? Couldn’t he see that their sedan wouldn’t stand a chance against their fancy sports cars? Even those who knew nothing about racing were aware that those cars were professional-grade, often modified. With such an obvious disparity, Teacher Lin still chose to race them, akin to an egg hitting a rock. Those types of car owners could easily come up with hundreds of thousands in cash, and with ten to one odds, the loss could amount to millions—who could afford that?

And the dangers of racing are well-known! Just thinking about it is terrifying. There was a news story recently about a highway racing accident where a car disintegrated, leaving only the cab, and the driver died instantly—such a horrifying sight. Yet, despite these dangers, Teacher Lin still chose to compete. It’s incomprehensible. Could racing really be worth risking one’s life?

If she could do it over again, Mao Rongrong desperately wished she had stopped Lin Feng from getting out of the car and just driven away, preventing all this trouble. But seeing Teacher Lin’s confident demeanor now, she was utterly baffled as to why he insisted on racing these people. Could it be that Teacher Lin was truly confident? But how could he be, racing his ordinary A7 against their professional sports cars? It seemed there was no chance to win. I need someone to explain what’s going on.

"Bro, we’re in!" As soon as Huang Shi heard Lin Feng say that, he was overjoyed inside. He couldn’t believe this guy would choose this route. The roads were quite good, having raced them a few times, and in such conditions, his Lamborghini would definitely be able to show its speed superiority. The only issue at this time might be heavier traffic, but the great thing was that there had never been reports of traffic jams on the outer ring road, so they could race to their heart’s content.