Xu Xiangbei hoisted Lei Zhenrong like he was carrying goods and carried him out of the basement.

In the basement, Jenny found the drone that had attacked Xu Xiangbei on the highway.

Police cars came roaring in, taking the gunman and Lei Zhenrong away. Xu Xiangbei and Jenny waved goodbye to Lei Zhenrong with a smile: "Enjoy playing with your son in prison."

Lei Zhenrong snorted: "You think catching me means you’ve won? The Sword Palace Earth Sea Branch is nearly wiped out, and you’ve killed them. They won’t let you off. Just wait for the assassins from Sword Palace to come find you for revenge."

Xu Xiangbei let out a cold laugh: "Sword Palace, huh? We’ll deal with soldiers with generals, water with soil, nothing to fear. I’ll be waiting for them. You clean your butt and wait to rot in prison."

Back at Purple Gold Villa, Xu Xiangbei checked the Porsche and only then noticed a bullet hole in the trunk, with the golden bullet head tucked in the cotton inside.

Xu Xiangbei called Qian Feng: "President Qian, is Sun Company’s business doing well lately?"

Qian Feng’s voice was very polite: "Doctor Xu, looking to give me some business, huh? What’s up, problems with the car? Bring it over. I’ll make sure you only pay for the materials, no labor cost."

"I’ll drive over this afternoon."

Xu Xiangbei drove the Porsche to the Sun Automotive Company’s repair shop, where Qian Feng was already waiting.

Upon seeing Xu Xiangbei, Qian Feng politely offered him a cigarette: "What’s wrong with the car?"

Pointing at the bullet hole in the trunk: "Someone shot it, needs a patch-up."

Qian Feng looked at the bullet hole in amazement: "Who’d you piss off, getting chased like this?"

Xu Xiangbei shrugged it off: "I’ve pissed off lots of people; being chased is a regular occurrence. How about you, how’s business?"

Qian Feng had a mechanic help Xu Xiangbei with the car, while he took Xu Xiangbei to a nearby bar for a drink.

"Business is just alright, living off the car trade. Care for some German draft beer at the bar next door?"

Xu Xiangbei chuckled: "German beer packs a punch. Aren’t you supposed to be working this afternoon?"

Qian Feng blew out a smoke ring and showed a sly smile: "If I get drunk, I won’t need to."

A deafening sound of music erupted, and a fiery red Ferrari convertible raced in, blocking Qian Feng’s path.

The driver was a yellow-haired guy with earrings, accompanied by two burly men and a belly-button-bearing beauty.

The four jumped out of the car, and the yellow-haired guy grinned at Qian Feng: "Brother Feng, my car tires have a bit of a problem, help me fix them."

Guests from all over deserve a warm welcome, Qian Feng smiled: "Ah, Young Master Du, sure thing, leave it here. I’ll have someone fix it."

Yellow-haired Young Master Du tossed the keys to the mechanic. When he saw Xu Xiangbei’s silver Ferrari, he looked at it with curiosity and envy, stroking the sleek body: "Whose car is this, pretty amazing!"

Xu Xiangbei smiled: "It’s my car."

Seeing Xu Xiangbei standing with Qian Feng, Young Master Du chuckled: "Is this your friend, Qian Feng?"

Qian Feng nodded, and Young Master Du gave Xu Xiangbei a thumbs-up: "Nice car. I like it. Fancy a race sometime?"

Xu Xiangbei and Qian Feng exchanged a knowing smile. Young Master Du was in no league with Xu Xiangbei. Feeling cheerful today, Xu Xiangbei didn’t mock him, just casually replied: "Alright, but racing with me, the stake can’t be less than this number."

Xu Xiangbei held up one finger, with a mischievous grin on his face.

Yellow-haired Young Master Du shook his head: "How much, ten thousand?"

Seeing Xu Xiangbei smile without speaking, Young Master Du looked astonished: "Not ten thousand, right, maybe a hundred thousand?"

Xu Xiangbei shook his head and laughed casually: "Ten million."

Truly shocked by Xu Xiangbei, the yellow-haired guy screamed: "Damn, ten million, do you think you’re some road racing god?"

Qian Feng backed Xu Xiangbei up: "Last year’s road racing champion from Earth Sea lost a fifty million villa to him last month. Do you still dare race him?"

The four stared at Xu Xiangbei in disbelief, amazed he could surpass the road racing champion at Earth Sea.

Though skeptical of Xu Xiangbei, they knew Qian Feng had a bit of renown in the racing scene and wouldn’t speak nonsense.

The four stuck out their tongues and sauntered off to the nearby Sun Bar.

Qian Feng had the young apprentice at the repair shop take the Ferrari over for wheel alignment and tire replacement, then headed to Sun Bar with Xu Xiangbei.

Young Master Du was mingling with a group of Shamate youths with dyed colorful hair, pointing at Xu Xiangbei: "See that guy looking goofy over there? He’s even more impressive than the road racing champion. Any of you dare challenge him?"

A blue-haired youth spoke aggressively: "Last year, the road racing champion was my Brother Daman. Anyone daring enough to say they’re better, you’re talking nonsense; I don’t buy it."

"Long Hair, who are you calling a liar? In the racing scene, I’m Young Master Du, well-reputed. Would I bother boasting to you?"

Both usually looked down upon each other. Words quickly turned ugly, and both groups were ready to throw punches.

Qian Feng knew these folks well—they loved cars and often came for repairs. Seeing a fight brewing, which threatened to ruin his drinking mood, he stood between them: "Long Hair, Young Master Du, talk things over, don’t fight, okay?"

Young Master Du showed Qian Feng some respect, but Long Hair didn’t care about Qian Feng: "Qian Feng, who the hell do you think you are, meddling in my business? Looking for a beating?"

Xu Xiangbei saw Qian Feng trying to be a mediator, but no one listened. He approached, smiling with a glass in hand: "What’s the noise? Fighting is pointless, why not race?"

Long Hair shot a disdainful glance at Xu Xiangbei: "Who are you, daring to talk racing in front of me? Ever heard of overreaching?"

Xu Xiangbei sneered: "You’re still young, calling others kids. Want to step out and see my Brother Daman scared stiff? Today I’ll teach you a lesson."

Xu Xiangbei grabbed Blue-haired Long Hair’s wrist, and a stream of Cold Ice Internal Power surged into his veins. Blue-haired Long Hair immediately felt a piercing pain in his organs, painful and cold, his lips turned purple.

Xu Xiangbei tossed Blue-haired Long Hair out of the bar like a kitten.

Blue-haired Long Hair, usually arrogant due to his father’s minor official status, experienced suffering for the first time, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground.

"Kid, when you realize your mistake, beg me for forgiveness, I’ll stop your pain. Otherwise, you’ll suffer so much you’d dig out your own eyes and pull out your own tongue."