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The roar of the engine tore through the night, and the black motorcycle, like a tireless beast, frantically devoured miles along the winding road. Jiang Ye's eyes burned with an unprecedented blaze of fire—a resolute determination to rush towards warmth.

After a night of non-stop cycling, Jiang Ye finally arrived at the largest border crossing in the southwest on the morning of the following day.

Jiang Ye looked extremely disheveled at this moment.

The once expensive black leather motorcycle jacket was now covered in mud and dust. The carbon fiber helmet was also covered in dead insects and mud. The Kawasaki H2R, known as a land-based flying machine, was so dirty that its original metallic luster was no longer visible, and a few dry weeds were hanging from the exhaust pipe.

He was like a homeless man who had just crawled out of a swamp.

Long queues formed on the border crossing lanes. Trucks, private cars, and tour buses were all crammed together, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of diesel fuel and the oppressive heat.

Jiang Ye didn't do anything special. He gripped the clutch, braced his feet on the ground, and pushed the heavy motorcycle, obediently queuing behind a large truck, inching forward with the flow of traffic.

Just then, an incredibly arrogant car horn suddenly blared from behind.

"Beep beep beep—! Beep beep beep—!"

Accompanied by the piercing sound of horns, a deafening roar of a V8 engine grew louder as it approached.

Jiang Ye turned his head slightly and glanced through the rearview mirror.

A convoy of five luxury off-road vehicles, consisting of Mercedes-Benz G63s and Land Rover Range Rovers, was seen forcing its way forward along the outermost emergency lane with its hazard lights flashing. These off-road vehicles had all undergone heavy modifications, with raised chassis, exaggerated off-road tires, and uniform decals on their bodies, bearing the words "Peak Off-Road Club" in large characters.

This group of people clearly didn't want to wait in line and wanted to force their way through.

The convoy honked its horn incessantly, forcing the private cars lined up beside it to swerve. Soon, this arrogant convoy squeezed behind Jiang Ye.

However, Jiang Ye's motorcycle was stuck right in the middle of the lane, with a large truck next to it, leaving no extra space for these behemoths to pass.

"Beep beep beep—!"

The lead Mercedes G63 was honking its horn frantically, the ear-piercing sound constantly exploding behind Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye didn't even turn his head, remaining as steady as a mountain, as if he hadn't heard the movement behind him at all.

"Holy crap! You over there on that beat-up motorcycle! Are you deaf? Get the hell out of my way!"

The window of the Mercedes-Benz G63 rolled down, and a young, rich second-generation with dyed white hair and wearing sunglasses leaned out, holding a walkie-talkie, and started cursing at Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye ignored it and simply watched the slow-moving traffic ahead.

Seeing Jiang Ye's dismissive attitude, the white-haired rich kid was furious. He shoved open the car door, jumped out, and strode over to Jiang Ye's motorcycle.

Immediately afterward, seven or eight young men and women dressed in designer brands and looking rather slick got out of the SUVs behind them. Several flamboyantly dressed girls with faces full of hyaluronic acid injections also came over, looking at Jiang Ye with disdain.

"Hey! You stinking beggar! Can't you hear me?!" The white-haired rich kid pointed at Jiang Ye's nose and shouted arrogantly, "A good dog doesn't block the way! Get your piece of junk out of the way and don't delay our club's high-end players from clearing the game!"

A scantily clad, influencer-looking girl covered her nose and sarcastically chimed in, "Yeah, why does this guy smell like mud? He stinks! Riding a beat-up two-wheeled motorcycle and daring to come to the border to cause trouble, he's probably some country bumpkin from some remote mountain village."

"Young Master Liu, don't waste your breath on this poor loser. Just have someone flip his beat-up car into the ditch. We've booked a five-star hotel in Xinya, and if we're late, we'll miss the banquet," another rich kid said with a disdainful look.

White-haired Liu Shao sneered and reached out to push Jiang Ye's motorcycle handlebars.

"Kid, I'm in a good mood today, so I'm not going to bother with you. Get out of my way right now, or I'll kick your beat-up car to pieces!"

Just as Liu Shao's hand was about to touch the handlebars...

Jiang Ye slowly turned his head, and behind his goggles, two icy killing intents suddenly burst forth from his bloodshot eyes!

"Don't touch my car."

Jiang Ye's voice was hoarse, yet it carried a terrifying and oppressive feeling that sent chills down one's spine.

Liu Shao was startled by Jiang Ye's gaze and instinctively withdrew his outstretched hand. But he immediately felt it was too humiliating to admit defeat in front of a penniless guy on a motorcycle, and he became furious.

"Hey, you bastard! You dare glare at me? You think you're some kind of ruthless killer riding that beat-up motorcycle? Let me tell you, one tire on my Mercedes G-Class is worth ten of your junk! If you dare block my way again, believe me, I'll run you over!"

Jiang Ye knew perfectly well that trying to reason with these clueless clowns was like casting pearls before swine.

He was too lazy to waste words.

Jiang Ye slowly unzipped the inside of his leather jacket and reached into his coat.

"Oh? What's wrong? You're pulling out your weapons now that you can't win an argument?" Seeing this, Liu Shao wasn't afraid at all; instead, he laughed exaggeratedly. "Brothers, this poor loser wants to fight us! Come on, let him pull out his weapon. I want to see what kind of junk he can come up with!"

Several rich kids also burst into laughter, completely treating Jiang Ye as a joke.

Jiang Ye expressionlessly pulled a card from his pocket.

It was a pure black card, made of neither gold nor wood, shimmering with a deep and mysterious metallic luster in the sunlight. In the very center of the card was an inlaid Kunlun Mountain totem made of crushed diamonds, exuding an indescribable luxury and domineering aura in its understated elegance.

Kunlun Capital Global Supreme Black Card!

This card, with a global issuance of no more than ten, represents the highest level of privilege and limitless wealth of Kunlun Capital. Holders of this card can enjoy top-tier, state-VIP treatment wherever they go in the world!

Jiang Ye didn't speak, but simply held the black card between two fingers, casually raising it in mid-air.

"Hahaha! That's hilarious! You rummaged around for ages and pulled out a lousy bank card? What, you want to scare us to death with the few hundred dollars in the card?" Young Master Liu laughed so hard he almost cried.

However, at this very moment...

Director Zhang, the head of the customs office at the port, was conducting a routine inspection along the road with several of his subordinates.

Director Zhang's gaze inadvertently swept over this area, and when he saw the black card that Jiang Ye was holding, which was sparkling with the light of shattered diamonds, he froze!

Director Zhang's pupils dilated instantly, his breathing became rapid, and his heart felt as if it had been struck hard by a sledgehammer!

As the highest-ranking official at the border crossing, he had the privilege of seeing a picture of this card on a slide during a high-level, confidential internal meeting. The instructions were repeatedly emphasized that anyone seen holding this card must be treated with the utmost respect and utmost deference!

"Holy crap! Kun... Kunlun Supreme Black Card?!"

Director Zhang was so frightened that he didn't even bother to adjust his peaked cap. He pushed through the crowd and ran wildly toward Jiang Ye like a mad bull!

"Get out of the way! All of you, get out of the way!"

Director Zhang ran while shouting at the top of his lungs.

Just as Liu Shao was about to continue mocking Jiang Ye, he suddenly saw Director Zhang rushing over with his men. His eyes lit up, thinking that they had come to clear the area for him.

"Hey, Director Zhang, you've come at the perfect time! This poor loser on his beat-up motorcycle is deliberately blocking our way. You should have someone arrest him and confiscate his vehicle!" Young Master Liu greeted him with a beaming smile.

"I'm not taking your grandpa's money!"

Director Zhang rushed up to Young Master Liu, and without saying a word, kicked him hard in the stomach!

"Ouch!"

Liu Shao screamed and was kicked backward, flying heavily into the muddy water, landing face-first in the mud.