Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

How would they dare to refuse him. They could only look at each other in dismay, nodding as they said, "Okay then…"

Just then, someone in the distance shouted, "The cars are coming up!"

It seemed like the race was going to be over soon.

Yin Shaojie and Mu Xiaoxiao turned to look. Very quickly, from the dark mountain road, a beam of light flashed past. Like an arrow leaving the bow, it flew over the crowd.

The other group cheered and crowded around. "We won! Second Young Master is still the bomb!"

The Lamborghini shot past the finish line but didn"t slow down. Instead, it drifted nearby creating a harsh skidding sound.

Mu Xiaoxiao frowned uncomfortably, clasping her ear as she said annoyingly, "It"s so noisy! What"s wrong with this guy?"

But those people thought differently. They cheered excitedly and chanted for the Second Young Master.

Yin Shaojie looked at someone, and the man explained, "Second Young Master is the kid from East City. He seems to be the second son in his family, so he is called Second Young Master."

Obviously, the people cheering for him were his friends.

Shortly after, the second car appeared and hurried through the finish line.

The car stopped beside Yin Shaojie, and the person in the driver"s seat walked out. Looking infuriated, he threw something to the ground.

"This kid is too disgusting! I really feel like killing him!"

The few rich kids went up to console him.

"I told you, right? This kid is disgusting and I told you to be more careful. Why did you let him overtake you?"

"Like Young Master Jie said, your skills are subpar!"

"I say, you might as well just let him take the lead. It"s better than being toyed with like a mouse."

"Why don"t we find some people and give him a thras.h.i.+ng? I"m p.i.s.sed! Look how arrogant he is. I really want to punch that face! F*ck!"

The more they talked, the angrier they became, their eyes filled with vicious currents.

Just then, a group of people came walking over to them.

"You are Yin Shaojie?" an arrogant voice said.

Yin Shaojie turned to look.

There was a handsome kid in the crowd. The kid looked arrogant and domineering. He waggled his brows contemptuously. Sweeping a glance at the few rich kids, he then laid his eyes on Yin Shaojie.

Meeting Yin Shaojie"s eyes, the kid smiled, his att.i.tude becoming less contemptuous and more excited.

"It seems that they"re not mistaken. You are qualified to be my opponent!"

The kid had a bright smile and looked young and fearless. He held out his hand to Yin Shaojie and said, "My name is Feng Tianqi. Everyone calls me Second Young Master. I"m from East City. You should know that, right? I heard you"re Mt. Akima"s best racer?"

Yin Shaojie pocketed a hand in his pants, his hawk-like eyes glancing at his hand, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a smirk.

After a few seconds, he finally reached out to shake his hand.

Feng Tianqi knew that he was establis.h.i.+ng an imposing air for himself, but he didn"t mind. He smiled and said, "I really wanted to race you, but I"m quite tired after racing three rounds consecutively."

"Oh?" Yin Shaojie raised his eyebrows.

However, it was true that the opponent had already raced three rounds. Even if he won the race, it wouldn"t be glorious.

"It just so happens that my brother wants to race you. He"s at least as good as me. You won"t mind, right?" Feng Tianqi said as he pointed to a BMW parked at the side.