CHAPTER 32: CHAPTER 31: WANG JIE’S PSYCHOLOGICAL SHADOW

"He’s really shameless..."

As Wang Long’s lackey’s words reached Ye Qiu’s ears, he only smiled faintly.

Meanwhile, Wang Long’s face turned sullen in an instant, and seeing the smile on Ye Qiu’s face, he dropped his head in dejection.

"You’re going too far, kid. You lost the race and tried to play dirty, even going so far as to hit our Brother Long?"

"Yeah, kid, you even dared to hit Brother Long. It seems like you really don’t want to walk out of H City alive."

Although Ye Qiu had beaten Wang Long’s lackeys before, now that they were back in H City, on their own turf, knowing how formidable their captain was, they showed no fear of Ye Qiu at this moment.

"All of you, shut up..."

Without Ye Qiu saying anything, Wang Long suddenly yelled angrily at his lackeys, causing them to pause, and then one of them said to Wang Long, "Don’t worry, Brother Long. Since we’re at home, even if that kid can fight, we’ll make it difficult for him."

"Yeah, Brother Long, I’ll call the vice-captain right now and have him bring people over."

As he said this, the lackey took out his phone, intending to call Wang Jie, glaring fiercely at Ye Qiu, "Just you wait, kid..."

Ye Qiu smiled. Initially, he wanted to leave, but upon hearing that they were calling Wang Jie over, he felt reluctant to go. It had been days since he last saw his classmate, and he had missed him.

However, while Ye Qiu wasn’t worried at this moment, Cheng Jie was tense when he saw that reinforcements were being called in by the other side. His heart was filled with anxiety, and he urgently said to Ye Qiu, who was leaning against a pickup truck, "Ye Qiu, we should leave quickly. I heard that Wang Jie is really formidable. If he shows up with backup, I’m afraid..."

"Don’t worry, fatty. Wang Jie won’t do anything to us."

"But..."

Cheng Jie wanted to say more, but just then, several sports cars appeared from a distance, led by a yellow Audi R8, heading towards them.

Seeing this Audi R8 arrive, Wang Long’s group was instantly delighted, glaring at Ye Qiu one last time before rushing to greet it.

"Tsk tsk, what a big show, each of these cars is worth a fortune."

Ye Qiu looked at the convoy worth nearly 20 million combined, contemplating as Yue Feng approached him and said, "Need my help, Ye Qiu?"

Ye Qiu shook his head. "Thanks, but there’s no need."

Saying this, Ye Qiu stepped forward, heading towards Wang Jie, who had just gotten out of the car and was talking with Wang Long and the others.

"Ye Qiu..." Cheng Jie called out, but seeing Ye Qiu still striding towards Wang Jie, he sighed inwardly, thinking, "It’s over, this is going to cause trouble..."

...

"What’s going on?"

Wang Jie got out of the Audi r8. This Audi r8 was a temporary loan from the team’s backup garage after he lost his own Porsche to Ye Qiu. Now out of the car, he asked Wang Long beside him, "You beat Yue Feng? And his McLaren?"

Hearing Wang Jie’s words, Wang Long lowered his head without speaking, but the lackey beside him said, "Yes, Vice Captain, although Brother Long didn’t beat Yue Feng, he did win Yue Feng’s McLaren."

"Hmm?" Wang Jie didn’t understand.

"It’s like this, Vice Captain..."

The lackey explained about the bet race between Wang Long and Ye Qiu: "In the end, Brother Long won against that kid, so now Yue Feng’s McLaren belongs to you, Vice Captain. Brother Long has avenged you."

"Is that so..." Wang Jie nodded, but then immediately asked Wang Long, who was lowering his head, "What’s the matter with you? Aren’t you happy to have won the race?"

Wang Long hung his head even lower in shame, and the lackey next to him said, "Here’s the thing, Vice Captain, Brother Long won against that kid, but that kid can really fight. After losing the race, he tried to deny it and then beat up Brother Long."

"What? You got beaten? And that kid is still trying to deny it?"

Wang Jie’s eyes widened, his gaze filled with anger, "Where’s that kid? To dare hit someone from our Jiying Racing Team, does he not want to be in the scene anymore?"

Seeing Wang Jie enraged, the lackeys who had been beaten by Ye Qiu were instantly excited, turning to look at Ye Qiu. When they saw Ye Qiu walking towards them, hatred filled their eyes, and they pointed at him saying, "Vice Captain, it’s him, he’s the one who lost the race and then refused to admit it, and..."

"Shut up!"

Before the lackeys could finish, they were interrupted by Wang Jie. Though puzzled, they didn’t dare to say more, seeing Wang Jie glaring at Ye Qiu, thinking he was still burning with anger.

"Deputy, Deputy Captain, actually..."

"Don’t say anything yet."

Wang Long, seeing that Wang Jie seemed about to act against Ye Qiu, tried to explain he actually lost earlier, but was cut off by Wang Jie again, leaving him to sigh inwardly.

"So it’s Ye Qiu, this fool?"

Wang Jie, who had just lost his beloved car to Ye Qiu, a "fool" he had always looked down on, couldn’t believe Ye Qiu had beaten him so thoroughly. Deep down, he was furious yet incredulous.

After being picked up and taken home by his brother Wang Xuan, he found Wang Long for a drink, becoming sloshed to vent his anger.

Then, under a lecture from his brother Wang Xuan, Wang Jie regained his lost confidence, deciding to practice racing diligently, even suspending school temporarily, vowing to beat Ye Qiu next time and personally reclaim his lost Porsche.

Today, while driving his newly modified Level 2 race car, honing his skills, he received the call that his team had won Yue Feng’s McLaren.

He was thrilled. Having old grudges with Yue Feng, and once losing to him and being humiliated, Wang Jie had sworn to defeat him someday and claim Yue Feng’s McLaren as his own.

So upon receiving Wang Long’s call today, he didn’t bother to ask much and rushed over at once.

But unexpectedly, today he didn’t just see Yue Feng, he also saw Ye Qiu.

"Ye Qiu lost to Wang Long?"

Watching Ye Qiu getting closer and closer, Wang Jie frowned tightly.

Wang Long’s skill wasn’t as good as his, and Ye Qiu had defeated him before, so for a moment, Wang Jie was a bit uncertain. He then glanced at Wang Long, who seemed hesitant to speak, and asked, "What exactly happened?"

Wang Long sighed, then helplessly explained, "That’s how it is. When I arrived, Ye Qiu had already been here for a while and even went to H City to deliver some goods before coming back."

"Deliver goods? What was in the car?" Wang Jie asked.

"Tofu..."

"What? Tofu?" Wang Jie was startled. He then looked at Ye Qiu, who was now standing in front of him, and swallowed hard.

As Ye Qiu approached Wang Jie and stared at him, the lackeys who had been listening to Wang Long were stunned for a moment. But remembering that Wang Long had given a 40-minute head start, they said, "Brother Long didn’t really lose; he gave a whole 40-minute head start."

"Shut up." Wang Long glared fiercely at those lackeys, then said to Wang Jie, "Ye Qiu finished the whole Minshan highway run in just 13 minutes with tofu in his car."

"Thir-thirteen minutes?" Wang Jie was dumbfounded, and those lackeys were equally dumbfounded.

After a while, Wang Jie shook his head and said, "No, impossible. Even my brother couldn’t finish it in 13 minutes. Not even Situ Yang, at the Bronze Chariot King level, could do it in 13 minutes."

"Yeah, absolutely impossible. This kid definitely couldn’t do it in 13 minutes."

Seeing that Wang Jie and the lackeys didn’t believe his words, Wang Long was also helpless. To be honest, he didn’t believe it either. But even if it wasn’t exactly 13 minutes, Ye Qiu did actually beat him, so he lost.

"Haha, Wang Jie, I’ve temporarily lent your Porsche to Teacher Xu. You don’t mind, do you?"

At this moment, Ye Qiu, who hadn’t spoken until now, suddenly spoke, causing Wang Jie’s face to change and the lackeys to look at Wang Jie in confusion, thinking, "What Porsche? What’s going on?"

"So it really was him who took Wang Jie’s beloved car away."

Knowing what happened, Wang Long realized that what Ye Qiu said was true when he saw Wang Jie’s unpleasant expression. Thinking about how he had just competed with Ye Qiu and beforehand looked down on him, he felt deeply ashamed.

"Wang Jie, why aren’t you saying anything? Didn’t you say you’d personally take back your car from me? Now’s a good opportunity, how about we race?"

Ye Qiu said.

Wang Jie clenched his fists, his face growing even darker.

"Humph, kid, do you know who you’re talking to? Do you know how much you’re worth? Our Vice-captain Wang Jie is a B-level racer, and you? Don’t think just because you beat Long Brother, you can beat our vice-captain!"

"Yeah kid, you have a long way to go to beat our vice-captain. A C-level racer is worlds apart from a B-level racer, so you better think twice."

"Haha, then let your vice-captain race against me." Ye Qiu smiled at Wang Jie’s lackeys.

"Vice-captain, race him, teach this arrogant kid a lesson."

"Yeah, vice-captain, this kid is too cocky. Who knows what trick he used to beat Long Brother. Now he dares to challenge you, show him what racing is all about."

"Enough, all of you shut up..."

With a face grim as death, Wang Jie suddenly shouted, making all those lackeys go silent. Wang Jie then glared angrily at Ye Qiu, biting his back teeth tightly.

"So, how about a race? Let’s bet on cars again like last time..."

Hearing Ye Qiu’s words, Wang Jie’s eye twitched, and he inadvertently took a step back. It seemed he had developed a psychological shadow about betting cars with Ye Qiu.

"What do you think?" Ye Qiu pressed on.

Cold sweat broke out on Wang Jie’s forehead, and he silently thought, "I can’t race him; this kid is strange. I’ll practice my skills more and race him again. It’s wise to avoid immediate losses..."

Thinking this, under the expectant eyes of his lackeys, Wang Jie sneered at Ye Qiu, "I’m not feeling well today, so I’ll let you go this time. You can leave now..."

"Oh, alright then..."

Seeing Wang Jie not daring to take up the challenge, Ye Qiu gave a faint smile, which was painfully glaring to Wang Jie. Watching Ye Qiu turn and leave, Wang Jie wanted to shout, "Kid, I’ll race you," but in the end, he didn’t shout.

And then, after Ye Qiu started his broken old pickup, he nodded at Yue Feng, then took off, with Cheng Jie still in a daze.

As he passed by Wang Jie, Ye Qiu slowly lowered his car window and gave Wang Jie a smile, "I guess your Porsche is going to stay with me for a while,"

With that, Ye Qiu stepped on the accelerator, and the pickup zoomed off with a roar.

By chance or not, the exhaust pipe, which had never emitted black smoke before, suddenly spurted out a thick cloud of black smoke, causing Wang Jie to cover his mouth and cough for a while before glaring at the fading pickup with a furious roar.

"Ah ah ah... Ye Qiu, you just wait. Sooner or later, I will beat you."

As Wang Jie spoke, Yue Feng drove his McLaren up in front of him.

With a sly smile, Yue Feng waved a Lamborghini key in front of the furiously angry Wang Jie and said, "I’ll help you keep this Lamborghini for now. If you want it back, just come find me..."

After saying this, Yue Feng gave Wang Jie a long look, then sped off in the McLaren.

This time the McLaren didn’t emit any black smoke, and Wang Jie stood there glaring at the direction the two cars disappeared, feeling on the verge of breaking down from anger.

Then he looked at the group of his men who were standing there dumbfounded and suddenly flew into a rage, shouting, "All of you, go back for intensive training. If we don’t win the team championship in the H City Racing Upgrade Tournament, you’ll be practicing racing till midnight every day after that..."

With that, Wang Jie led his once-proud men, now utterly dejected, back to the racing team.