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Time seems to rewind, and memories are abruptly pulled back to that frenzied beginning. Back then, Jiang Ye had not yet built a vast business empire; he only had a heart riddled with wounds.

"Boom—buzzing!"

The roar of the engine shattered the tranquility of the national highway. Jiang Ye drove the Kawasaki H2R, known as the "land-based aircraft," like a black lightning bolt, speeding wildly along the straight asphalt road.

The numbers on the dial were jumping wildly.

two hundred.

Two hundred and fifty.

Two hundred and ninety!

The speed was already at full throttle, and the surrounding trees and buildings blurred and rushed backward. The gale was like countless sharp knives, tearing at Jiang Ye's black motorcycle leather jacket with a deafening howl. The wind noise inside the helmet was incredibly loud, but Jiang Ye didn't care at all. He even twisted the throttle to the floor, letting the terrifying monster with supercharger roar sharply.

At this moment, only this speed, which could shatter him into pieces at any moment, could suppress the turmoil of pain churning within him.

Beneath the helmet's visor, Jiang Ye's eyes were bloodshot. In his mind, those agonizing images flashed back like a revolving lantern.

The scene shifts to a cold office in Yanjing. Xia Yu, dressed in a business suit, clutches the contract that could launch her into a meteoric rise in her career. She looks at Jiang Ye, her eyes filled with struggle and hesitation, but ultimately, her thirst for power and money triumphs. She turns away, leaving Jiang Ye with a resolute back view. The girl who once vowed to endure hardship and struggle alongside him has ultimately chosen to bow to reality, choosing the shortcut that doesn't include him.

The scene shifts again to the cramped, dilapidated rented room. Shen Qinghan, with her exquisite makeup and designer handbag in hand, gets into Gu Ziming's brand-new BMW without looking back. The disdainful look she gave him as she left was like a poisonous thorn piercing Jiang Ye's heart. She despised his poverty, despised that he couldn't give her the life she wanted, and without hesitation, trampled their years of relationship underfoot, turning to throw herself into the arms of a rich second-generation heir.

Screw love! Screw vows!

Jiang Ye let out a beast-like roar from inside his helmet and slammed the accelerator again.

The Kawasaki H2R's supercharger emitted a chilling screech, and the car lurched forward as if trying to defy gravity and fly into the sky.

He was completely heartbroken.

What vows of eternal love, what soulmates—it's all bullshit! In this materialistic world, sincerity is the cheapest trash. Women only slow him down. He decided to abandon all his worries and wander aimlessly, leaving all the betrayals and pain behind in the exhaust fumes.

After speeding for several hours, the fuel gauge turned red.

Jiang Ye slowed down and turned into a dilapidated gas station located at the entrance of the mountain road.

The gas station was extremely rudimentary, covered in dust, and lacked even a convenience store. Only a drowsy old man was on duty. Jiang Ye parked his car next to the gas pump and stepped out. He took off his carbon fiber helmet, shook his sweat-dampened hair, and his cold, expressionless face remained blank.

"Number ninety-eight, fill it up." Jiang Ye took out several hundred-yuan bills and handed them to the old man.

Just then, a loud car exhaust sound suddenly came from afar.

"Boom boom boom—"

The sound grew louder as it approached, carrying a deliberately ostentatious, street-flaunting quality. Soon, a red Ferrari 488 and a green Porsche 911 screeched to a halt in the gas station's open space, their brakes screeching. The dust they kicked up nearly blinded the old man at the gas station.

The car door popped open like scissors.

Several rich kids dressed head-to-toe in designer brands and with brightly dyed hair climbed out of the car. Following them were several scantily clad young women with voluptuous figures. These girls all had identical "internet celebrity" faces: large, double eyelids, towering noses, and chins so sharp they could pop a balloon. Their faces were so heavily injected with hyaluronic acid that even a smile looked incredibly stiff.

"Ugh, this place is so hot, I'm dying of heat! There's not even a place to buy ice water!" A rich second-generation heir wearing a floral shirt and a big gold watch complained while fanning himself.

"Young Master Wang, just bear with it. Once we finish driving this winding mountain road and get to the city, I'll treat everyone to a high-end club to relax." Another rich second-generation guy driving a Porsche had his arm around a girl with an internet celebrity face, and he had a lewd smile on his face.

The internet celebrity girl swayed her body coquettishly and said in a high-pitched voice, "Young Master Wang, Young Master Li, my back is sore from sitting in the car. The mountain road is so winding, you have to drive slowly."

"Don't worry, baby, you don't trust my driving skills? Even the Akina Mountain racing god would be eating my dust!" Young Master Wang boasted smugly.

Just as they were making a lot of noise, Wang Shao's gaze fell on Jiang Ye, who was refueling next to him, or more precisely, on Jiang Ye's black Kawasaki H2R.

Wang Shao sized Jiang Ye up and down, a contemptuous sneer curling his lips as he looked at Jiang Ye's dusty leather jacket. He deliberately raised his voice, loudly mocking his companion.

"Hey guys, look! These days, people still ride these two-wheeled junk bikes through the mountains? They're really fearless!"

Li Shao chimed in, his face full of disdain: "That's right. As the saying goes, a car is like iron wrapped around flesh, while a motorcycle is like flesh wrapped around iron. This poor kid probably can't afford a four-wheeled sports car, so he can only bring out a two-wheeled tractor to show off. In this sweltering heat, he's wearing a thick leather jacket; isn't he afraid of getting heat rash? It's hilarious."

Upon hearing this, several internet celebrity girls covered their mouths and let out affected laughter, their eyes filled with disdain and condescension as they looked at Jiang Ye.

"Yeah, what's so great about riding a beat-up motorcycle? It doesn't even have air conditioning, and you get all sweaty and filthy." A girl fanned her nose with her hand in disgust.

Jiang Ye didn't even lift an eyelid in the face of the group's sarcasm.

He stood like a cold statue, silently watching the numbers on the gas pump fluctuate. He knew perfectly well that arguing with this good-for-nothing who only knew how to flaunt his father's wealth was a complete waste of breath. A lion will never turn around because a dog barks.

After filling up the tank, Jiang Ye tightened the fuel cap, put his helmet back on, and mounted the motorcycle.

Seeing Jiang Ye's dismissive attitude, Wang Shao felt humiliated and flew into a rage. He stepped forward, pointed at Jiang Ye's nose, and taunted, "Hey! Kid! What are you pretending to be deaf and dumb for? Judging by your posture, you're here for mountain racing too? Dare to race me? If you can beat my Ferrari, I'll transfer 100,000 yuan to you on the spot! If you lose, you'll kneel down and call me 'Grandpa' three times, and then I'll smash your beat-up motorcycle, how about that?"

Jiang Ye sat in the car, glancing coldly at Wang Shao through his dark goggles.

That look in his eyes was like looking at a dead person.

Jiang Ye didn't speak, but slowly extended his right hand, which was wearing a motorcycle glove, and gave Wang Shao the internationally recognized middle finger.

"Damn it! You're asking for it!" Young Master Wang instantly flew into a rage, his face turning green with anger.