Extreme Almightiest Young Master

Chapter 740 Generally

"Not interested? The mighty Huang Shi, how could you possibly be uninterested in racing? Who would believe that if it got out? Don’t you agree?" When Zhang Xing heard Huang Shi say this, he burst out laughing. In his view, a big-time car enthusiast like Huang Shi couldn’t possibly have no interest in racing. It was just an excuse for Huang Shi, who hadn’t been into cars lately, afraid of losing to him. Zhang Xing had seen Huang Shi today with the purpose of striking a blow to Huang Shi’s pride, to compete for the face they once had. There was no way Zhang Xing would just let it slide with a simple claim of disinterest.

Thinking this, Zhang Xing addressed the others around him. These were his underlings, also people from the Tianhai rich kids’ circle, all too familiar with Huang Shi. Seeing Huang Shi here today, it was impossible for them to let Huang Shi just walk away. Since that was the case, they had to think of a way to keep Huang Shi from leaving. Knowing Huang Shi well, he was aware Huang Shi couldn’t resist such a provocation. That’s why he made those remarks. The purpose was simple, to anger Huang Shi into racing him, and to beat Huang Shi at least once.

"Exactly, how could Young Master Huang possibly have no interest in racing?"

"Every young master in Tianhai knows that Young Master Huang loves racing!"

"Young Master Huang, we’ve been eager to see you racing again."

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Zhang Xing’s lackeys, having heard Zhang Xing speak, naturally understood what he was thinking and echoed his sentiments. They thought their boss wanted to challenge Huang Shi to a race, and with Huang Shi having been absent for so long, his skills would have definitely declined. If he competed against the Boss now, he was bound to lose.

"Really not interested," Huang Shi shook his head again, fully aware of what these people were thinking. However, Huang Shi had truly lost the thrill of racing; he no longer held the same interest and couldn’t be bothered to engage with these people he used to race cars with.

"How can you not be interested? How about we make a bet, a big one, of course. That should spark your interest, right? What do you say, Huang Shi? up for the game?" Zhang Xing looked at Huang Shi with arrogance. Seeing Huang Shi’s reaction, the smile on his face grew even wider. He took Huang Shi’s words to mean that Huang Shi was afraid of him, afraid to race against him. Otherwise, the great Huang Shi would never say something like that.

The more this happened, the less Zhang Xing could let Huang Shi leave. If Huang Shi left, whom would he beat? He thought if Huang Shi claimed to be uninterested, then a bet should revive his interest. Betting was something Huang Shi used to love. With such reasoning, Huang Shi surely wouldn’t refuse this time. To ensure Huang Shi’s agreement, Zhang Xing even suggested a large stake, well aware of Huang Shi’s temperament. Under such conditions, Huang Shi was bound to accept his challenge, otherwise, that wouldn’t be the Huang Shi he knew. In the past, he’d lost quite a bit of money to Huang Shi. Though money wasn’t much of an object to them, he had to recoup his pride.

"Talking is useless; I will no longer race in the future," Huang Shi shook his head again, and then spoke indifferently. Recently, while following Lin Feng, Huang Shi had learned a lot about the principles of life. He disdained the mindset of these people; they were purely wasteful scions, squandering time and money to live utterly pointless lives. Now, Huang Shi found these types of people extremely annoying, but to each their own, and he didn’t wish to engage with them any longer.

Looking at these people, Huang Shi suddenly remembered how he used to be before meeting Lin Feng, and he also harshly chastised himself. Reflecting on the past, Huang Shi felt he had truly wasted his time, and his past actions had been as immature and ludicrous as these people before him. Huang Shi was now incredibly grateful to have met Lin Feng, who had taught him the principles of being a good person and helped him mature into who he was today.

Previously, he had no status in his family, only knowing how to squander their money as if that were a kind of pleasure. But now, his status in the family had skyrocketed because Lin Feng had taught him how to be a good person. His family could see the changes in him, and his relationships with them had become increasingly harmonious. This was all thanks to Lin Feng, and it was the reason he was resolutely Lin Feng’s underling. Moreover, Boss, being such an unimaginably powerful figure, serving as his underling was an honor beyond measure.

At that moment, the large screen in the middle of the venue replayed a test drive scene.

"Holy shit! That’s Mike!"

"So cool!"

"The car’s too fast!"

"Worthy of Mike, car number 15, so swift!"

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Zhang Xing and his crowd, seeing car number 15 on the display, all turned their attention to the screen, awestruck by Mike’s car. Mike, ranked among the top three racers in the world, was one of the hot favorites to win this race. As for Huang Shi, they’d put him aside for now, deciding to finish watching the race first. Watching Mike race was the most important thing to them at the moment.

Watching car number 15, like a dragon dancing across the track, with lightning-fast speed, they were all utterly captivated by Mike’s driving skills, exclaiming that only a world-class racer like Mike could push a car to such extreme limits. Their faces were filled with immense envy, and some even fantasized about someday becoming a world-class driver like Mike.

Huang Shi, hearing the exclamations of Zhang Xing and the others, couldn’t help but glance at the replay on the big screen. However, after just one look, Huang Shi felt it was bland. Now having witnessed Boss’s driving skills, Huang Shi could no longer admire anyone else’s. Lin Feng’s otherworldly techniques simply couldn’t be matched by any ordinary person, he thought. If Boss had such a good car, he would undoubtedly set a record that no one could ever break.

"Mediocre," Huang Shi shook his head and said indifferently, a word that showed his changed opinion. He once held Mike in high regard, but having seen the Boss’s driving skills, he could only give Mike this mediocre rating.

"Mediocre, you say Mike’s skills are mediocre? What kind of big talk is that! If you were really that skilled, would you still be here?" Zhang Xing immediately lost his cool upon hearing Huang Shi’s words. He thought Huang Shi had started spouting nonsense after not seeing each other for a while—boasting without a draft—and most importantly, Mike was his idol. He absolutely would not allow Huang Shi to insult his idol’s driving abilities. That was simply unacceptable.

With this thought, Zhang Xing’s words were filled with mockery. In his view, Huang Shi was clearly just sour grapes. Zhang Xing despised him at this moment; serving under someone else was bad enough, but spouting such far-fetched nonsense was just disgraceful to Huang Shi’s name.

"Young Master Huang, if Mike’s skills are just average, are you even better than Mike?"

"Young Master Huang, could it be that your skills are much better than Mike’s?"

"Exactly, Young Master Huang speaks such words; he must be better than Mike, otherwise how could Huang Shi say such things."

"But that doesn’t make sense either. If Young Master Huang is so skilled, why hasn’t he raced Young Master Zhang yet? Why is that?"

"I don’t know about that, maybe Young Master Huang really isn’t interested."

"Young Master Huang, how about you race our Boss and let us see for ourselves your driving skills that you claim to be superior to Mike’s."

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Zhang Xing’s underlings all laughed when they heard Huang Shi’s remarks, just like Zhang Xing. They also believed Huang Shi was boasting—after all, Mike was a top-three racer in the world. If Mike’s skills were just termed "average," whose skills could be considered good? It was an impossible notion, so they were sure Huang Shi was just bluffing. With this in mind, Zhang Xing’s underlings started mocking and ridiculing Huang Shi, and their words were unpleasant. In their eyes, Huang Shi’s statement was a huge joke—who could have higher skills than Mike?

"It’s simple, take that big S turn, for instance, Mike obviously slowed down. If one could take that turn without slowing down, a lot of time could be saved," Huang Shi replied nonchalantly to those mocking comments. Those people had never seen the Boss’s prowess. To their ridicule, Huang Shi just smiled indifferently. In the past, he would have been just like them, but now, he no longer cared about these things and was too lazy to argue.

Suddenly, he saw the performance of car number 15 on the big screen taking a big S turn and commented simply. Honestly, compared to the Boss, Mike’s driving skills were really quite mediocre. There were many places where speed could be increased. In fact, there were many spots where slowing down wasn’t necessary at all. By this measure, if the Boss were driving, he could easily save more than ten seconds per lap; hence, Huang Shi truly looked down on Mike’s techniques.

Just as Huang Shi finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from behind.

"Kid, if you drive the car like you said, the car would flip!" The voice from behind was not very fluent, clearly that of a foreigner, but it carried an authority that brooked no question.

Zhang Xing and his minions turned their heads upon hearing someone behind them. When they saw who it was, they were all dumbstruck. As for Huang Shi, he just turned around with a faint smile. He hadn’t expected this person to appear...

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"Ah! You’re Mike! You... I..." Zhang Xing, after snapping out of his daze, immediately recognized the man in front of him—of slight stature, dressed in a racing suit, but looking very spirited. He became so excited that he didn’t know what to do. He’d never dreamt he would see Mike in person—his idol! With that realization, Zhang Xing was so overwhelmed that his tongue tied up and his body started to shake; he could hardly believe that his idol Mike was standing right in front of him.

With that thought, Zhang Xing immediately ran towards Mike...

"Ah! Mike..."

"I’m not dreaming, am I!"

"Mike, I want your autograph..."

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