The Beautiful CEO’s Dragon Blood Bodyguard
Chapter 1159: Racing Brother

Chapter 1159: Chapter 1159: Racing Brother

Zhang Xuan’er now had no fear at all of these thugs; she was clear on her own capabilities and knew she was not someone these ordinary people could provoke.

Liuu Ruyan was still somewhat timid, instinctively retreating behind Long Fei when faced with such a big scene.

Long Fei raised his eyebrows and asked, "What’s going on here?"

A group of motorcycles, puffing white smoke, stopped, facing them, like fierce wild beasts ready to pounce and bite at any moment.

These iron beasts were not commonly seen, looking excessively ferocious.

Especially the riders, each dressed distinctively.

Either in jeans or leather jackets, with red cloths tied on their heads and boots on their feet, all striking cool poses.

One of the leaders was even drinking alcohol, as if afraid others wouldn’t know he was drink-driving.

He had tattoos on his arm, a beard around his mouth, and brought along a flamboyantly dressed beauty, smashing a liquor bottle at Long Fei’s feet, pointing at the motorcycles behind the Audi and cursing, "Little punk, what’s this all about? Driving a crappy Audi and daring to block our way, do you know whose turf this is?"

He emphasized his weird accent of Shanghai City, speaking unclearly, an obvious pretense and certainly not a native of Shanghai City.

During the meal earlier, those selling snacks were real old Shanghainese, having a totally different accent.

Liuu Ruyan, hiding behind Long Fei, retorted, "Why so fierce? We’ll just move the car and it’s settled, right?"

The Tattooed Arm Man leading them scoffed, "Just move the car and it’s settled? What about the gas money for our trip here? What about the time? How do we get compensated for our annoyance?"

Others smirked and eyed Liuu Ruyan and Zhang Xuan’er, shouting enviously at Long Fei, "Nice, bro. Even with a crappy Audi, you scored such pretty girls?"

"Girl, let me tell you, my bike costs four times your crappy Audi. You might as well come with me!"

"Yeah, beauty, riding in a car is so dull. Hang out with us for a ride, and we can let this go."

They were obviously making trouble for the sake of it, idly looking for something to do.

Who else would cruise around showing off on these things?

All of them were either stuffed with money they didn’t know how to spend,

Or born of those who made their fortunes during the economic reforms or rich second-generation fat cats.

The women hitching rides, needless to say, were all gold-diggers, their demeanor in no way comparable to Liuu Ruyan and Zhang Xuan’er.

"Give a reasonable solution!"

Long Fei, hands behind his back, remained calm and collected.

This was why he disliked bringing these beauties out; too eye-catching, attracting attention wherever they went.

Just attempting to enjoy a meal and inevitably some losers would pop up, looking for trouble.

Actually, these motorcyclists could have easily went around; Long Fei left a gap wide enough for one person.

But they didn’t want that, rather gathering together to cause trouble.

"Alright, playing tough. You’re a foreigner, but we won’t bully you. You can choose a verbal or physical confrontation, we’re up for either."

The Tattooed Arm Man of the motorcycle gang spoke, switching to a Capital City accent.

Long Fei asked with interest, "What’s a verbal confrontation, and what’s a physical one?"

The Tattooed Arm Man explained with a smile, "Verbal, you drive your car and we ride our bikes, racing around the nearby Yan’an Elevated Road. Whoever reaches Hongqiao Airport first wins. Physical, simple. We’re idle and ready to spar with you."

Yan’an Elevated Road is a well-known urban expressway in Shanghai City with a design speed of 80 kilometers per hour.

Stretching from West Hongqiao Airport to East Bund, with a total length of 13 kilometers. Typically congested with traffic.

This place is a haven for street racers, bad road conditions but popular due to the crowd, perfect for showing off.

Asking them to race in mountainous regions would dissatisfy them; no audiences to cheer or boo.

Considering the situation, Long Fei, Liuu Ruyan, and Zhang Xuan’er saw no harm; might as well entertain them.

He agreed, saying, "Alright, I’ll take the bet with you."

Seeing him take the bait, the Tattooed Arm Man grinned darkly, "Young man, don’t rush to reply, I haven’t told you what the stake is yet!"

He glared at Liuu Ruyan and Zhang Xuan’er and said, "If you lose, these two girls will be ours for a day."

The other motorcyclists revved their engines wildly and howled with laughter, as if victory was already in their grasp.

Liuu Ruyan and Zhang Xuan’er frowned, really hating being treated as gambling chips.

Zhang Xuan’er clenched her fists, itching to give this group of trouble-making thugs a beating.

Long Fei asked, "And what if you lose?"

"Impossible!"

Tattooed Arm Man was very confident, as the elevated road was congested with vehicles at this time, and nothing could be smoother than their motorcycles.

He arrogantly said, "We can’t lose, unless we see a ghost."

Long Fei smiled, "Anything is possible. You have conditions, and naturally, I should too, otherwise it wouldn’t be fair to us."

Tattooed Arm Man said impatiently, "Fine, make your demand!"

Long Fei said, "Like this, if you lose, leave these motorcycles to me. If I lose, not only these two girls, but also my Audi is yours."

The group of motorcyclists looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Someone cursed, "You little punk, you’ve got quite the eye. Each of our motorcycles is a limited edition worth two to three million, how much is your crappy Audi worth?"

"That dude really isn’t manly, selling off his women just like that?"

"Hey beauties, did you hear that? He clearly doesn’t care about you."

"Ladies, come with me! No matter what, I won’t abandon you."

They eyed the two beauties like hungry wolves, their eyes glowing red.

Long Fei provocatively said, "If you’re scared, we don’t have to race. My opponents aren’t supposed to be a bunch of cowards!"

"Damn it, who are you calling a coward?"

"Looking for death, you little punk, I’ll race you."

"Let’s race then, you really think you can beat us?"

The group was completely infuriated.

Tattooed Arm Man also had a displeased expression, pointed at Long Fei, and scoffed, "It’s settled then, see you at Hongqiao Airport."

He smirked, giving instructions to his subordinates.

He told four people to follow Long Fei, making sure he didn’t get away.

The remaining ten brothers will race against Long Fei.

As long as one overtakes Long Fei, they consider it their win.

Whether it’s a battle of wits or brawn, it’s Long Fei against their group alone.

The gang charged ahead at full power, like hunting dogs on the prairie, rounding up Long Fei like prime beef, and raced forward together.

Liuu Ruyan and Zhang Xuan’er sat in the car, windows rolled down to witness the madness.

This gang, on the main road, completely ignored red lights and pedestrians, crashing through the congested traffic causing a thunderous roar with their throttles.

Bystanders all turned their heads as if watching a group of lunatics suddenly shooting past.

Long Fei, unhurried, trailed behind the traffic slowly onto the bridge.

When encountering a traffic light, he would even wait, acting like a perfect law-abiding citizen.

The motorcyclists following him urgently communicated over their radios, "Guys, watch out, this son of a gun might be trying to flee."

"Just keep an eye on him, if he dares to run, beat him hard."

Tattooed Arm Man gave the order, sounding very cocky.

The four motorcyclists beside Long Fei sneered, hoping Long Fei would actually attempt to flee.

Little did they know, Long Fei indeed took to the elevated road and was already five or six miles behind the motorcycle gang.