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The Extreme Speed ​​Supercar Club in the western suburbs of Beijing.

This place was once Shen Yun's most prized private territory, and also a trendsetter in the circle of playboys in the capital.

In the past, this place was filled with the roar of engines, luxury cars and beautiful women, and the air was always thick with the smell of expensive perfumes and burnt tires.

But today, it's as quiet as an abandoned parking lot.

In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, Shen Yun was wearing a wrinkled custom-made shirt with two buttons popped off at the collar, and the bruises under his eyes were heavier than a panda's.

He was clutching a cell phone tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Mr. Wang, this is a LaFerrari I just bought last year! It's only driven 2,000 kilometers! Twenty-five million? Are you trying to fob me off? You used to beg me to buy it even when I offered you an extra five million!"

Shen Yun roared into the phone, spitting as he spoke onto the glass.

After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Shen Yun's face instantly turned ashen, and he slammed his phone onto the marble floor.

"Bang!"

The latest model phone was shattered into pieces, with screen shards scattered all over the floor.

"A bunch of snobs! People kick a man when he's down!" Shen Yun's chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot.

In just two days, his world was turned upside down.

His credit cards were frozen, his properties were seized, and even his former cronies who used to fawn over him now avoid his phone like the plague.

All he wants now is money. With cash, he can make a comeback even if he goes to Southeast Asia, given his skills.

"Young Master Shen, calm down."

The club manager nervously handed over a bottle of water. "Just now, a Mr. Li contacted us, saying he's interested in the remaining cars in your garage and is willing to buy them all."

"All-inclusive?" Shen Yun's eyes lit up, as if he had grasped at a last straw. "Where are they? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

"Here it comes!"

An exaggerated roar of an engine came from the main gate.

Shen Yun looked up and saw an extremely flashy fluorescent green Lamborghini making a rather unattractive tail spin, blocking the entrance of the club.

The car door opened like wings, and a foot wearing limited-edition sneakers stepped out.

Immediately afterwards, the head with a large gold chain and sunglasses popped out.

"Hey, Young Master Shen, you don't look too good today. Didn't you sleep well last night? Were debt collectors lurking in your bed?"

Li He took off his sunglasses, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and smiled so brightly.

Shen Yun's face instantly darkened.

Enemy road is narrow.

Why this nouveau riche of all?

"Li He?" Shen Yun gritted his teeth, squeezing out the two words, "You're here to see us make a fool of ourselves?"

"Watching a joke? No, no, no, I'm here to do charity." Li He swaggered into the hall, followed by four bodyguards wearing black sunglasses and carrying silver metal cases. "I heard that Young Master Shen is in urgent need of money. I'm a kind-hearted person, and I can't stand seeing old friends in trouble. So, I've come with sincerity."

Li He patted the box in the bodyguard's hand, making a crisp sound.

That's the sound of cash.

Shen Yun's Adam's apple bobbed.

He's desperately short of money right now; his bank accounts are frozen, and cash is the only safest option.

"How do you want to buy it?" Shen Yunqiang suppressed the humiliation in his heart and asked coldly.

"One price." Li He held out a hand and waved it. "Fifty million. I want all six cars left in your garage, plus the operating rights to this club."

"Fifty million?!" Shen Yun laughed angrily. "Li He, have you lost your mind? That Bugatti alone costs more than that! Are you here to rob me?"

"Robbery? That's a harsh way to put it, Young Master Shen."

Li He found a leather sofa, sat down, crossed his legs, took out a pair of nail clippers from his pocket, and casually trimmed his nails. "In this market, besides me, who would dare to take over your business? The Zhang family? The Ye family? Or your so-called sworn brothers? They can't wait to sever ties with you, afraid of getting involved in your mess."

Shen Yun was speechless.

Li He was telling the truth.

"Eighty million." Shen Yun gritted his teeth. "Not a penny less."

"Forty-five million." Li He blew on the nail clippings without looking up.

"You…" Shen Yun trembled with rage, "It was fifty million just now!"

"You know that was just now," Li He shrugged. "The market changes in an instant. Young Master Shen, if you hesitate any longer, it might become forty million."

"You're dreaming!"

Shen Yun whirled around, "Even if I smash the car, I won't sell it to you!"

"Smash a car? How interesting."

A clear, low voice suddenly came from the doorway.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the anger in Shen Yun's heart, replacing it with a chill that penetrated to the bone.

Shen Yun turned his head stiffly.

Backlit, a tall, slender figure walked slowly towards them. A well-tailored dark gray suit, a meticulously styled hairstyle, and eyes that seemed unfathomable and capable of seeing through everything.

Bai Jingyou.

He walked very slowly, each step perfectly matching the rhythm of Shen Yun's heartbeat.

Chen Mo followed behind him, holding a folder in his hand, his face expressionless like a demon god.

"Bai... Bai Jingyou!" Shen Yun's voice was off-key, a product of fear and hatred.

Bai Jingyou ignored him, instead looking around the club's decor and frowning slightly: "Terrible taste. Li He, remove all these tacky gold decorations and replace them with a minimalist style."

"Alright, Brother Bai! I also think this style is like a KTV, so tacky!" Li He immediately stood up obsequiously, completely shedding his previous arrogance.

Watching the two of them acting as if they already owned the place, Shen Yun was instantly enraged: "Bai Jingyou! This is my club! Who gave you permission to come in? Get out!"

"Your club?"

Bai Jingyou finally fixed his gaze on Shen Yun. His gaze wasn't that of someone looking at an opponent, but rather like someone looking at a stray dog ​​on the street.

"Chen Mo, read it to him." Bai Jingyou walked to the sofa and sat down, elegantly crossing his legs.

Chen Mo opened the folder, his voice loud and monotonous:

"According to the 'Asset Debt Settlement and Transfer Agreement' signed by Mr. Shen Tianyang this morning, all non-core assets of the Shen Group, including but not limited to real estate, vehicles, art collections, and the operating rights of entertainment venues, have been transferred to Hongye Capital. Hongye Capital had already transferred all ownership of the Extreme Speed ​​Supercar Club to Deep Blue Technology an hour earlier."

Chen Mo closed the folder and adjusted his glasses: "Mr. Shen, from a legal perspective, you are now illegally trespassing on someone else's private property."

boom!

Shen Yun felt as if something had exploded in his mind.

Grandpa... signed it?

Sold out completely?

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Shen Yun roared. "Grandpa would never do such a thing! This is the foundation of the Shen family! He promised me he would leave me a portion of the assets! You're lying!"

"Old Shen is a smart man," Bai Jingyou said calmly. "He knows that only by making drastic measures can he save your lives, father and son. As for the assets..."

Bai Jingyou chuckled lightly, his eyes playful. "Do you think that for someone about to go into exile overseas, a supercar, such a burden, still has any meaning?"

"Exile...overseas?" Shen Yun staggered two steps, barely managing to stand by holding onto the glass wall behind him.

He finally understood what had happened.

Lost.

We lost completely.

Not only have they lost in the present, but Bai Jingyou has also planned out their future perfectly.

"I don't believe it..." Shen Yun muttered to himself, then suddenly rushed towards the garage like a madman. "That's my car! That's my Bugatti! Nobody can take it! I'd rather burn it than give it to you!"

"Stop him." Bai Jingyou said without turning his head.

Chen Mo flashed forward, blocking Shen Yun's path like a mountain. Before Shen Yun could even see what was happening, a large hand pressed down on his shoulder, pinning him to the spot.

"Let me go! Bai Jingyou! You'll die a horrible death!" Shen Yun struggled desperately, like a fish out of water.

Bai Jingyou stood up, straightened his cuffs which were free of wrinkles, and walked up to Shen Yun.

The two were very close to each other.

Shen Yun looked at the face so close to his own. He had mocked this "abandoned son of the Bai family" countless times before, but now, the other party was high above him, holding the power of life and death over him.

"Shen Yun, do you know why you lost?"

Bai Jingyou's voice was very soft, and only the two of them could hear it.

"Because you're too greedy. You want to win, but you're reluctant to place bets. As for me, I came here from the very beginning with the intention of flipping the table."

Bai Jingyou reached into Shen Yun's pocket and pulled out a set of car keys.

That's the key to that limited edition Bugatti.

"You're not qualified to drive this car." Bai Jingyou tossed the keys to Li He. "It's a gift for you as an employee perk."

"Holy crap! Thanks, Brother Bai!" Li He caught the keys, almost jumping for joy. "I'm going to buy a jianbing guozi right now! Five eggs extra!"

Shen Yun watched as his beloved car keys fell into Li He's hand, and the light in his eyes completely died out. Those were his last vestiges of dignity, a symbol of his status. Now, they were just a means of transportation for someone else to buy a pancake.

"Alright, let's send Young Master Shen on his way."

Bai Jingyou lost interest in continuing the conversation. "The plane tickets are booked. Tonight at eight o'clock, flying to South Africa. Old Shen is already waiting for you at the airport."

"South...South Africa?" Shen Yun's eyes widened. "I'm not going! I want to go to Europe! I want to go to America!"

"Are there any choices?"

Bai Jingyou turned and walked away, his back cold and resolute. "Being able to leave Beijing alive is the last favor that Old Master Shen obtained by using his forty years of influence in Beijing. One should be content."

Chen Mo released his hand and made a "please" gesture.

Shen Yun collapsed to the ground.

The setting sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a long, distorted shadow of him. Once one of the four most arrogant young masters in Beijing, he now resembled a lump of mud.

……

Stepping out of the club, the air felt much fresher.

"Brother Bai, are you really letting this bastard go?" Li He fiddled with the Bugatti keys in his hand, somewhat puzzled. "This kid is petty. Once he's abroad, he'll definitely be thinking about how to get revenge on us."

"revenge?"

Bai Jingyou stopped and looked up at the setting sun that was about to sink below the horizon, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

"The Shen family has more enemies in the country than the stars in the sky. When Shen Tianyang was alive, everyone gave him face. Now that the Shen family has fallen, do you think those who were bullied by Shen Yun will let this opportunity to kick a man when he's down will pass up?"

Li He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what was going on, and felt a chill run down his spine.

"Brother Bai, you mean...?"

"I only promised Shen Tianyang that they would leave Beijing alive." Bai Jingyou opened the car door and sat in the back seat of the Maybach. "As for whether they crash or are robbed after crossing the border, that's beyond my control."

"After all, South Africa has never been a very safe country."

Li He swallowed hard, looking at Bai Jingyou's calm profile through the car window, and silently lit a candle for Shen Yun in his heart.

Of all people to mess with, why did you have to provoke this evil spirit?

"Where do we go next?" Li He quickly climbed into the driver's seat, afraid that if he was even a second late, he would be frozen by the cold air.

Bai Jingyou closed his eyes and gently tapped his knee with his fingers.

The Shen family's affairs have come to an end, but this is only the beginning.

Once the huge chunk of data centers is swallowed up, indigestion is inevitable.