Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 54: The Reckless Fear Nothing

Hua Ji excitedly pulled out his phone at the first sight of the fiery explosion and called Mouse: "Mouse, good job! Hurry and check if Xu Xiangbei is dead, if not, finish him off!"

Mouse was weakly leaning on the roadside, gasping for breath, and stammered upon hearing Hua Ji’s orders: "Hua... Hua Ji, I’m sorry, I messed up..."

"Hmm? What? You messed up?"

Hua Ji was slightly stunned, then immediately cursed: "Useless! Can’t even handle such a small task! What’s the point of you? Hurry up and chase, if you don’t kill Xu Xiangbei tonight, don’t bother coming back to see me."

"Hua Ji, I... I can’t catch up to him, he’s too fast..."

Mouse sighed helplessly.

Bang!

Hua Ji was so angry that he slammed his phone into pieces, frightening the seductive lady beside him.

Can’t catch up?

Mind you, Mouse drives a Porsche!

A Porsche sport sedan actually can’t catch up to a nearly scrapped Santana?

It’s simply speechless.

The tense and exciting race continues, with all the spectators at the foot of the mountain staring eagerly at the other side of the mountain.

"Who do you think will come out first? I bet it’s Jack!"

"Definitely Jack, Jack’s known as the king of straights, no one can surpass him on a straight line."

"Hopefully, the gap between Old Man Chen and Jack isn’t too big, or else the race will lose all suspense."

Everyone buzzed with discussion, and after five minutes, suddenly, a GTR roared out, its bright red paint dazzling under the car lights.

"Look, it’s Jack!"

"Jack is absolutely the best!"

"Old Man Chen is right behind him, the gap isn’t more than three seconds!"

The crowd screamed and kept their eyes glued to the mountain road.

Jack’s GTR was leading the pack, followed closely by Old Man Chen’s BMW; these two were the frontrunners. It took nearly a dozen seconds before any other car showed up.

"Hua Ji, look, it seems the third place is Black Rose’s Ferrari!"

Someone pointed at the Ferrari and shouted in surprise.

"Haha, didn’t expect Black Rose’s driving skills to be so outstanding, managing to stand out and temporarily hold third place. But surpassing my two ace drivers is almost impossible."

Hua Ji shook his head with a smile, whispering to himself.

After the failed plan to cause Xu Xiangbei’s accident, Old Man Chen and Jack became his only consolation.

Behind Black Rose were twenty to thirty sports sedans, all tightly packed with little distance between them.

Turn corner.

Ah Jun’s driving his beloved modified sports car, stuck at the back of the pack, anxiously pounding on the steering wheel.

"Damn bastard, don’t block Lao Zi’s way!"

Seeing a Mercedes sedan in front slow down dramatically at the curve, blocking his path, Ah Jun cursed.

Suddenly, a shout came from behind: "Move! My brakes aren’t working!"

Vroom...

The next moment, a shaky, old Santana roared past, squeezing by Ah Jun’s car to overtake.

Bang, the rearview mirror of Ah Jun’s car was sent flying.

"Damn, are you trying to die?"

Ah Jun instinctively turned the steering wheel to dodge and aggressively stomped on the brakes, fearing a collision.

As he came to his senses and looked back, he was stunned — the old Santana was wobbling fiercely, speeding away with its left door wide open and a burly leg acting as a brake!

"Is... is that the brat’s Santana?"

Ah Jun widened his eyes in disbelief at the Santana ahead, "No way! This kid is driving a Santana and actually overtook me? No, Lao Zi can’t let this poor kid overtake me, I’ll fight!"

The next moment, Ah Jun grunted low, shifted gears, and stomped on the gas, fiercely chasing ahead.

For a racing party, being overtaken by a nearly scrapped junk car is akin to being utterly humiliated, a disgrace making fervent racer Ah Jun unable to accept.

Just as Ah Jun accelerated, preparing to overtake Xu Xiangbei, that shaky-looking car, which seemed ready to fall apart at any moment, executed a perfect drift through the curve, deftly leaving behind five or six sedans in a flash.

As for Ah Jun, desperately trying to regain his status, he ended up speedily colliding with another sedan slowing down to steady its curve.

"Ah Jun, don’t!"

The passenger seat beside Ah Jun housed a scantily clad, about twenty-year-old girl, screaming in fright.

Bang!

Ah Jun’s eyes widened as fear gripped him; facing the curve, he dared not turn sharply to avoid collision, risking falling off the cliff. All he could do was frantically hit the brakes, hoping to escape disaster.

Unfortunately, his top-tier sports car, modified dozens of times, couldn’t stop as efficiently as Xu Xiangbei’s manual braking. With a bang, his car rear-ended.

The violent crash deployed the airbags instantly; with a bang, the airbags dazed and battered Ah Jun, his head got heavily hit, and blood seeped from his mouth and nose.

At the foot of the mountain.

As the race heated up, the audience grew increasingly enthusiastic.

Vroom...

Unexpectedly, a second-hand Santana entered everyone’s view, overtaking five or six sedans at the curve and leaping from the back to mid-rank.

"Look, the Santana is still racing! Didn’t it crash?"

"Damn, such a slick drift at the curve, textbook level, wait, why is this kid’s door open?"

The crowd exclaimed in disbelief, staring at Xu Xiangbei’s Santana.

"I saw it, he’s using his foot as a brake!"

A young man with binoculars shouted loudly.

"What!? Using a foot as a brake?"

"Is this kid’s Santana without brakes? Is he crazy? Aren’t he afraid of his leg getting caught in the wheels?"

"Tsk tsk, it’s absurd! A car with brake failure surpassing many modified sedans? My God, is this guy really another local expert like Old Man Chen?"

Every spectator was captivated by the fiercely wobbling, seemingly ready-to-collapse old Santana, praising non-stop.

"This guy is simply crazy!"

Hua Ji stared blankly at the rampaging old Santana, dumbstruck for a while, then gritted his teeth and said: "The tough fear the fearless. This kid is a fearless daredevil. Seems Boss Gu gave me a tough job. This kid is a tough nut!"