"Don't worry, bro. I got this," said Faron. Jose said after their meal, "I've been bored recently, and I improved my driving skills. I think I'm excelling in it." Wilbur smiled and patted Jose on the shoulder. He said, "You went to improve your driving skills instead of cultivating? It looks like you're living like a youngster." Jose smiled and said, "Of course. Cultivation is important for cultivators, but some entertainment is necessary." Faron said, "Alright. I'll have to compete with you to see who's faster." "Faron," warned Wilbur. Jose said, "Alright. Let's drive a little." Faron glanced at Wilbur and put up one finger. He said, "One car." Jose looked puzzled and asked, "How can we compete with one car?" Faron replied, "You drive the first lap, and I drive the next. We'll compete based on the time." "Alright. That's a great idea!" Wilbur knew there was no stopping them, so he warned them to be careful. Then, Faron and Jose left to compete. Eileen called Wi
Eileen could see that something was wrong from his expression. She frowned and asked, "What's wrong? Could it be that something happened?" Wilbur looked at Eileen and asked, "Does the Kiwanis Club know anything about Cametra?" Eileen was a member of the Kiwanis Club, so she knew about the intel. She nodded and replied, "Cametra is ruled by two main factions, the Scarlet Leaf Faction and the Green Leaf Faction. We guessed that the international meeting won't publicly object, and all of Cametra's issues will be resolved internally. In the end, it's just as we expected." "So… how much do you know about the Scarlet Leaf Faction and the Green Leaf Faction?" he asked again. He wanted to know if the Kiwanis Club knew about Light Valley. However, Eileen shook her head and replied, "We don't have contact with the factions of Cametra, so we don't know about their internal conflicts. I just know that both the Scarlet Leaf Faction and the Green Leaf Faction are very ambitious. What happene
"Do you know how arrogant that guy was?" Jose got out of the car, looking troubled. He said, "Mister Campbell, that guy almost risked his life. Let's not compete with him. He'll run into trouble eventually." "F*ck. I better not see him next time!" Faron kicked a mineral water bottle on the ground away. Wilbur walked over to ask, "Jose, what's going on with you guys? What happened?" Jose replied bitterly, "I was racing with Mister Campbell. We ran into a risky guy in a luxury car. He thought we were provoking him, so he tailed us and stopped us halfway. Mister Campbell was angry, so he wanted to race with him, but I stopped him. So, he's very angry right now." Wilbur comforted Faron by saying, "Alright, Faron. No need to be angry. You guys drove with one car, so he mistakenly thought you were provoking him. It's normal." "I…" Faron sighed. Then, he said, "Alright, consider that punk lucky!" Wilbur said, "Faron, I have a favor to ask." "What is it? Feel free to tell me, bro
"Yeah. According to my sources, Gaben Sun will attend an underground auction tonight with his collectibles. I heard that Gaben's collectibles are worth ten million dollars. It's impossible for someone like him to purchase collectibles worth ten million dollars." "I got it." "What will you do about this, bro?" "Don't alarm the enemy. Make some arrangements. We'll attend the auction tonight." "Alright." Wilbur changed his appearance at night into Trevor Penn and went to an underground bar in Seechertown with Faron. Faron took out his invitation card and led Wilbur into the underground auction. They found seats in the back row and waited for a while, then they saw Gaben walking in with a young man. "F*ck, that's him!" Faron wanted to get up. Wilbur quickly stopped him and said, "Don't be reckless. Do you know him?" Faron endured his anger and replied, "That's the guy who raced me last night. He has no sportsmanship! He flipped me off and spat at me." Wilbur looked at the
"I'll bid three hundred and fifty thousand dollars!" "Three hundred and eighty thousand dollars!" "I'll bid five hundred thousand dollars!" Everyone went silent after a middle-aged man offered the five hundred thousand dollar bid. No one thought the bronze cauldron was worth more than that, after all. The bronze cauldron was the size of a teapot. It would not be so valuable even if it was a royal item. "Five hundred thousand dollars going once!" "Five hundred thousand dollars going twice!" Wilbur raised the sign on his hand at that moment and said, "One million dollars!" "One million dollars! This gentleman calls for one million dollars. Are there any higher bids than one million dollars?" "What a miracle!" "One million dollars going once!" "One million dollars going twice!" "One million dollars sold!" The host sealed the deal with the gavel. The bronze cauldron belonged to Wilbur in the end with one million dollars. Wilbur was hesitant at first, but when the br
"You lost last time. Don't you want to try again?" Faron was instantly furious upon seeing his punkish demeanor. He said coldly, "Get in the car." Wilbur and Faron got into the car. He got out of his parking space, and the young man immediately drove next to him. He rolled down the window to talk to Faron. Faron rolled down the windows and asked, "How are we going about this race?" The young man spat his chewing gum at Faron's face at that moment. He sneered coldly and stepped on the gas, causing his luxury cars to start moving right away. He sneered coldly and yelled, "You win if you can catch up to me!" "Motherf*ck!" Faron wiped the chewing gum off of his face and threw it on the ground. Wilbur said, "Now I understand why you were so angry. Drive. You have my full support." "Thanks, bro. That's all I want to hear." Vroom! Faron stepped on the gas and his car shot out lighting a flash of lightning. It quickly caught up to the young man. The young man saw that Faron was
Faron controlled the car and gradually closed the distance. This time, his opponent could no longer accelerate because the McLaren had almost reached its limit. "Damn it! How can I lose to that punk?" the man glanced at the rearview mirror, then pulled out a pistol from a backpack on the passenger seat. He smirked and said, "Since that's the case, then all of you can just die!" In the fast-moving lane, the man suddenly leaned out, aiming a shot at Faron's car. The bullet instantly hit the right front tire of the Ferrari. With a bang, the tire deflated, and the Ferrari began to shake violently. The man grinned, saying, "Heh, I just need to use the same old trick. Shoot out the tire with one shot, then blow up the gas tank with another. The car will explode as it rolls, and the fire will consume all the evidence." With that in mind, the man with the baseball cap aimed again at the Ferrari behind, this time targeting the gas tank. He fired, but unfortunately, there was no sound of
Wilbur nodded and said, "Yes. That's indeed the case." At that moment, Faron sat there, constantly trembling while Elsa glanced at him. Faron said, "Why are you looking at me? My mind is still in a mess. Don't ask me." Wilbur asked, "Can we leave now?" Elsa replied, "Because this matter is quite serious, based on what we know now, I'm afraid you'll still need to wait a bit longer." "Alright, then. We'll wait a bit longer." After daybreak, the personnel from the Criminal Investigation Brigade returned. Through their investigation, they found a handgun on the burnt McLaren car, and ballistic analysis confirmed that the two bullets came from this handgun. Even though the Criminal Investigation Brigade was not clear on why the driver fired a second shot to burst his own car's tire after shooting at the vehicle behind, it was now established as a fact. The man brought it upon himself, reaping what he sowed. He sent his own car down a cliff after failing to disrupt the balance o