Urban All-Round Master
Chapter 492 - 487: Win and Let Me Touch It

Chapter 492: Chapter 487: Win and Let Me Touch It

Nangong Bingbing’s cold face remained unmoved, she didn’t even glance at those two clowns.

Instead, Lin Zifeng pointed at the young man and asked Nangong Bing, "Do you know those two clowns?"

Nangong Bing shook his head without speaking.

"Oh," Lin Zifeng nodded in understanding and ignored the noisy duo.

Seeing that the beauty in the car was ignoring them, one of the tall, skinny youths knocked on the car door and yelled at Lin Zifeng driving, "Hey, you, do you have the guts to race us?"

Lin Zifeng ignored him and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it up and casually took a drag.

"..."

Completely ignoring his shouting, the young man frowned in annoyance and said, "Hey! Kid, I’m talking to you."

"Are you talking to me?" Lin Zifeng slowly turned his head and pointed at himself.

Damn! If I’m not asking you, who am I asking? The young man was about to explode in anger.

"Are you interested in a race?"

"Race what?" Lin Zifeng asked with a playful smile.

"From here to Lunan Highway, it’s almost twenty kilometers, let’s see who can get there first, how about it?" The young man sneered with a twisted mouth, his gaze rudely scanning Nangong Bing, wishing he was sitting next to her instead of Lin Zifeng.

"Yeah! Do you dare? Do you have the guts?" The young man’s sidekick, resembling a lackey, noticed Lin Zifeng hadn’t agreed yet. He even extended his middle finger towards Lin Zifeng in a contemptuous manner.

"Old Master, what do you think? Should we race or not?" Lin Zifeng turned his head, not forgetting to ask for Nangong Bing’s opinion.

If those two clowns wanted to play, Lin Zifeng didn’t mind playing with them.

"You’re really boring," Nangong Bing uttered dismissively.

"Uh, haha, since Old Master you disagree, then let’s not race," Lin Zifeng laughed.

"Hey! You there, are you racing or not? Just give me a sign, man, don’t act like a woman," the young man continued to taunt relentlessly.

"If you’re afraid of losing, how about inviting that beautiful lady next to you to come sit in our car?" the young man kept showing off.

This time, Nangong Bing was somewhat annoyed. After hearing the young man’s shameless words, her delicate fingers tapped Lin Zifeng’s shoulder, and her pretty face coldly said, "If you lose, don’t bother coming home."

"Heh, I, Lin Zifeng, have never known the meaning of ’lose’ since I was little."

"Kid, do you dare or not?" the young man yelled again. Seeing that the traffic light was about to change, and anxious that the beautiful lady might slip through his fingers, he felt extremely uneasy.

"How do you want to race?"

"If you lose, please invite that beautiful lady to come sit in our car and make friends," the young man’s handsome face flashed a hint of lust, the more he looked at Nangong Bing, the more excited he became, fearing that Lin Zifeng would refuse.

"And if I win?" Lin Zifeng smiled.

"Anything you want, that settles it, right? Hey! Do you dare to race or not?" The young man was clearly getting impatient.

"That’s what you said, don’t regret it later."

"Whoever regrets it is a bastard!" the young man was so excited he completely ignored Lin Zifeng’s presence.

"Let’s start," Lin Zifeng said nothing, but his heart sneered coldly, ready to crush those two fools.

"Go!" the young man screamed, his face full of boundless excitement.

Inside the cockpit, Lin Zifeng looked relaxed, his hands swiftly maneuvering everything inside.

Nangong Bing watched, wide-eyed and heart-pounding.

This guy wasn’t just driving; it was like he was a esports competitor handling the controls, leaving Nangong Bing dazzled.

But just as Nangong Bing hadn’t fully regained his composure, Lin Zifeng’s godlike hand speed had already started the car up, accelerating to the maximum speed the car could handle. Suddenly, he released the brake, and the sports car shot out like a cheetah ready to pounce.

"Vroom..."

The rapid sound of the sports car made the whole body of the car shake twice.

Startled, Nangong Bing’s face turned pale as he quickly clung to Lin Zifeng’s arm, his voice trembling a little, "Can you slow down?!"

"Hehe, boss, today I’ll let you experience the thrill of speed of death. Hold tight!"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, he fiercely pressed down on the accelerator.

In an instant, the sports car zoomed forward on a bizarrely zigzagging course.

Seeing the other cars getting far behind in the rearview mirror and hearing the whooshing wind by his ears, even the usually proud Nangong Bing was beginning to lose his composure.

This guy was driving in a completely reckless manner.

He had almost pushed the car to its ultimate speed, and even the body of the car began to emit a trembling noise.

The entire car was like a golden rocket, weaving through the road.

Frightened, the timid newcomers on the road hurriedly pulled over their cars and cried out for their mothers.

Meanwhile, the young man Lin Zifeng had left far behind started cursing loudly. He had been planning to block Lin Zifeng’s path, but through the rearview mirror, he saw this reckless guy ignoring everything and pushing the speed to the maximum.

Frightened, the young man turned pale, his whole body starting to shiver.

"Stop him! Stop him!"

The young man was now drenched in sweat, but his friends were still urging him to block the other vehicle.

Suddenly, the young man cursed loudly, "I’m not afraid of a godlike opponent, but I dread pig-headed teammates! You babble on — don’t you see he’s being reckless? You might not care about your life, but I’m not ready to die."

It wasn’t until Lin Zifeng’s car sped far away that the young man couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

By the time Lin Zifeng parked the car at the destination, about the time it takes to smoke a cigarette,

The young man’s Mercedes had also roughly arrived.

Seeing the relaxed figure of the car’s owner smoking a cigarette, the young man’s face clearly showed disappointment.

"Does what you said earlier still count?" Lin Zifeng turned his head and asked with a mischievous smile.

"Of course it does! Whatever you want, just say it." The young man was still honorable.

"How about I touch your car?" Lin Zifeng showed an innocuous smile.

Touch, touch the car?

Both people in the car were stunned, thinking that he would have some other demands after winning, but he just wanted to touch the car.

This made the young man sneer, thinking that this guy must be the beauty’s driver, probably never even having touched a Mercedes before.

But Lin Zifeng walked up to the front of the Mercedes with a smile, gently touched it, and then displayed a brilliantly sunny smile, "Done touching."

"Damn! I thought it was something major." The young man disdainfully flipped his middle finger.

But just as Lin Zifeng walked away, the young man’s sidekick seemed to suddenly become more observant and quickly ran to the front of the car to take a closer look.

Instantly, he let out a sharp scream, "Boss! Your car has been tampered with! The Mercedes emblem has been pried off!"

"Ah!!!"

The young man’s eyes nearly popped out of his head...