Night Rose

"Whoosh!"

The two cars passed each other, whistling through the wind.

In He Zhangxing's field of vision, the car they looked down on flashed by, instantly rushing in front of them, taking the best position, and leaving them behind.

"How could they possibly catch up?"

The blond-haired man stared in disbelief at the race car in front of him, a car whose appearance was entirely designed to reduce wind resistance.

"Who told you to talk back!" He Zhangxing gritted his teeth, hating the yellow-haired man for his five seconds of talking back, only to actually get an invisible slap in the face.

"Brother He, that kid won't be able to hold on on the bend, we can catch up." Yellow Hair didn't dare to say anything more, he could only whisper a reminder.

The team manager watched the two cars chase each other on the computer, his brow furrowed. He knew He Zhangxing's temperament all too well. He was just testing the other side's strength. If the other side really overtook him, his mentality would be unstable.

"Zhang Xing, stay calm! He can't outrun you." The team manager quickly reassured him over the walkie-talkie.

He Zhangxing didn't say anything, but stepped hard on the gas pedal, the rear of the car swung, and the tires screeched.

He doesn't need to cherish the tires; on this track, he can disregard everything and give it his all.

That beat-up car needs to be repaired again if it makes a single mistake. If they build another race car, they'll go bankrupt!

He Zhangxing's eyes gradually hardened, and a sinister thought flashed through his mind. The race car cut straight to the side of the car in front like a blade.

Zhou Zheng listened to Wang Tianle reciting the route directions while keeping his eyes fixed on the cars behind him, in case of any accidents.

They're about to enter the bend, and He Zhangxing will definitely take this opportunity to cut in front of him.

Should we intervene?

Blocking a car behind you in the lane is not a difficult task.

The car behind him roared up and caught up with his taillights, chasing closely behind.

As if she knew his thoughts in advance, Su Jin shouted into her headset, "Zhou Zheng, there's no point in stopping him. If you block him at this bend, he'll gain the advantage at the next one."

Zhou Zheng did not refute, but saw that the car behind was getting closer and closer, and the front of the car was tilting in their direction.

If he insists on blocking them, the cars behind might just crash into them and push them off the track!

This is not worth it.

If it gets pushed out, the race car will be totaled.

"Never mind." Zhou Zheng convinced himself and took the initiative to avoid the curve.

The car behind them sped past, spraying them with exhaust fumes.

Zhou Zheng didn't chase after her. He listened to Su Jin and ran a lap at his own pace.

When he reached the finish line, He Zhangxing's car was parked near the finish line, and the tires were almost completely worn out.

The team manager was comforting him, while He Zhangxing stood with his hands on his hips, his back looking very stubborn.

"Congratulations on your win." Zhou Zheng took off his helmet and gestured to the other side.

The team manager awkwardly smiled as he watched He Zhangxing's expression, not daring to say anything. His heart pounded; he just wanted to curse Zhou Zheng, that troublemaker, for daring to provoke him like that? Who really lost?

He Zhangxing lowered his hands and walked towards Zhou Zheng. He slightly raised his chin, his eyes sharp, "You're quite capable, even surpassing me."

"The engineer modified the car well. She said it can outrun you guys on a straight road. I completely trust her." Zhou Zheng smiled in a way that made him want to punch her.

He Zhangxing sneered, his refined demeanor finally crumbling. He said coldly, "But there's only one straight road! Once I overtake you, you'll never catch up."

"Yeah, you're right," Zhou Zheng agreed, showing no sign of being a loser.

On the contrary, it was He Zhangxing, the one who won, who broke down in a very undignified manner.

"You!" He Zhangxing gritted his teeth.

"Zhang Xing, don't waste your breath on him! Once you win the championship, you won't need to say anything; he'll be a defeated opponent!" the team manager comforted him in a low voice.

"Captain, they're just a run-down tavern owner. This race car isn't even as expensive as your engine! There's no need to get angry with them," the blond guy chimed in.

"Yes, you got angry with them, which lowered your standards," the team manager said.

After listening to the two men, He Zhangxing's expression softened. He realized that it was pointless for him to compete with the people from this shabby team. If he wanted to win the championship, he should look to the other teams.

He never took these makeshift personal racing teams seriously.

"See you on the track. I won't be the only one overtaking you on the curves then," He Zhangxing said threateningly.

Zhou Zheng shrugged. "We're just a shabby tavern's caravan. Why are you eyeing us? Looking for other caravans, huh? Didn't you already look down on us?"

The team manager retorted without hesitation: "You're only being arrogant now. So what if you overtook him once on the straight? You couldn't even see the back of Young Master He's car! If you don't have money, don't race. It's just embarrassing!"

Zhou Zheng wasn't one to be easily lectured. Hearing their arrogant tone, he gave them a disdainful look from head to toe. "So you think you're the only ones with money? Don't go home and cry your eyes out when you lose."

"It's like nobody's broke! What's wrong with running a tavern? Do you know how much I can earn? What are you yelling about?" Tu stepped forward and blocked Zhou Zheng behind him.

"Trying to outdo Young Master He in wealth? Do you even know who his father is? Do you know the Zhou Group?" The blond-haired man rushed forward, rolling up his sleeves, looking ready to fight.

Upon hearing "Zhou Group," Zhou Zheng's fingers trembled slightly. He looked up at the blond-haired man and sneered, "What? Is he Zhou Ruian's illegitimate son? Why does he have the surname He?"

"What did you say?!" He Zhangxing's face instantly darkened.

"Alright! What's all this commotion?" Su Jin's voice was like a thunderclap. She walked over, pulled Zhou Zheng and Tu Ying apart, and then stood in front of Huang Mao.

"In competitions, skill speaks for itself. What kind of ability is it to just talk the talk?"

When Huang Mao got angry, he pointed at Su Jin with a gesture that was extremely derogatory.

Zhou Zheng stepped forward, grabbed his finger tightly, and squeezed it hard, his nails digging into the flesh of his finger.

The blond-haired man immediately started wailing, tears streaming down his face, "Ahhh, let me go!"

"If you still want your hands, don't fucking point fingers! If you have a problem, come at me," Zhou Zheng said sternly.

"I know! Brother! Let go!" the blond-haired man screamed.

Su Jin glanced at Zhou Zheng in surprise, not expecting him to stand up for her.

"a shame!"

He Zhangxing coldly left with a single sentence, ignoring Huang Mao's wailing behind him without even turning back for a glance.

His words were ambiguous, and he insulted everyone involved.

"Hey, did this kid insult us?" Tu Ying said angrily, one hand on his hip and the other pointing in the direction he left.

"So what if we cursed? Will it cost us a piece of our flesh? There's no need to argue with someone like that, it's a waste of breath!" Su Jin glared at them, feeling that they were both acting impulsively.

It's no skill to insult someone; the real skill is to outrun them on the track!

Now that we've offended He Zhangxing, he might resort to dirty tricks on the field, and we won't be able to defend against it.

They shouldn't have made enemies before the match. Su Jin regretted agreeing to the match; she hadn't expected the other side to be such a sore loser.

"Wasn't I trying to help you?" Zhou Zheng suddenly retorted.

Su Jin was already angry, and seeing that he still had a reason, she retorted irritably, "I didn't ask you to help! If you offend him, what if he tries to sabotage you on the track? This race isn't that formal; with the intervals between starts, you'll have a chance to run into each other sooner or later."

"Yes, I was being redundant, is that alright?" Zhou Zheng shoved the helmet into Wang Tianle's arms and left with a cold laugh.

Wang Tianle watched from the side for a long time, like a nobody.

Although he was physically stronger than the other man, he was afraid that Zhou Zheng would actually fight with someone, so he remained silent on the side, watching the other side, preventing them from making the first move.

"Brother Zhou! Wait for me!" Wang Tianle chased after him, helmet in hand, but Zhou Zheng ignored him and walked ahead into the changing room.

Su Jin was completely exasperated by the commotion; she and Lu Mingzhou had almost never argued when they were dating. The working environment at Dinglian was good, and she rarely quarreled with other colleagues.

As it turns out, she and Zhou Zheng are probably just incompatible; they can start arguing at the slightest disagreement!

"Boss Tu, tell me, whose fault is it?" Su Jin asked, turning around.