The Beautiful CEO's Dragon Blood Bodyguard-Chapter 1160: The Top Brother of Hongqiao

In the car, both Liuu Ruyan and Zhang Xuan’er were getting anxious, beginning to doubt if they could win this bet.

The moment they got onto the highway, they learned a hard lesson. It was the rush hour of midday traffic.

The expressway wasn’t fast at all, moving in fits and starts, congested right from the get-go.

Motorcycles weaved through the traffic without any problem.

Long Fei’s car trailed inside, unless it could fly over.

The four motorcyclists following behind laughed smugly, "Kid, just admit defeat! Don’t play tough, you can’t beat us."

"Buddy, take my advice, there’s no shame in losing to us. Just let the girl get in our ride."

"Bro, if you give up now, the girl is ours, but the car remains yours. Don’t end up losing everything at the last minute."

Liuu Ruyan anxiously said, "Brother Long, let’s just go, don’t waste time with them."

Zhang Xuan’er domineeringly proposed, "Let me beat them up, what fun is there in playing with them?"

Long Fei laughed, "Don’t always resort to violence, life isn’t just about the present misery, there’s also poetry and the distance beyond."

He feigned depth, and without waiting for the girls to finish speaking, he floored the accelerator and rapidly sped up.

Although the Audi Q5 is an urban SUV, its acceleration can still compete, after all, the brand speaks for itself.

The only issue was not speed, but the traffic jam.

The cars in front were moving like snails, yet Long Fei pushed his car to over a hundred miles per hour charging forward.

The four motorcyclists trailing behind were scared witless, exclaiming, "Has this kid gone mad?"

"Damn, does he have a death wish?"

The two beauties in the car also turned pale, the sudden acceleration causing them to lean back, as they appeared to be on a collision course with a truck ahead.

Then, when they were less than ten meters away, a miracle occurred.

The vehicles ahead parted to the left and right as if planned, miraculously clearing a path straight through.

Long Fei floored the gas pedal to the max, the speedometer needle had already shot past 240.

The design speed limit was at most 280.

At this velocity, even the road cameras wouldn’t be able to capture the car.

From the perspective of the other vehicles, this car was unknowable, only a white flash could be seen streaking by.

Whoosh, in a blink, it was gone without a trace.

The four motorcyclists who had been taunting Long Fei were now dumbstruck, unable to see any sign of him.

Confusedly following behind, the traffic that had been flowing separately closed in just when it was their turn.

It was as though someone was manipulating the road, directing the vehicles to split open and then merge.

Ahead, Tattooed Arm Man and a group were shouting frantically. Just as they were about to reach the finish line, he called his underlings, "San’er, what’s the situation? Where’s that brat now?"

San’er collected his thoughts, his lips trembling, "Brother Wu, it’s like witnessing a ghost, a real ghost. That kid charged up ahead, leaving us completely behind."

Tattooed Arm Man cried out in surprise, "Damn, how is that possible? With so many cars on the road, how could he have made it through?"

"It’s true, Brother Wu, you better hurry to the finish line, I think that punk might actually win."

San’er gave a reminder.

Tattooed Arm Man, anxious, whistled to the rest and shouted, "Boys, step on it, whoever makes it to the finish line first, gets the chick in my car tonight." frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

"Disgusting!"

The chick hugged herself and let out a sneering laugh, followed by a crazy shout.

Tattooed Arm Man made his move, slamming on the throttle and zooming away with the chick.

They took only five or six minutes to get off the elevated highway.

The terminal building of Hongqiao Airport was already in sight, and they hadn’t seen any car pass them on the road.

Tattooed Arm Man triumphantly yelled into the radio, "San’er, keep an eye on that little shit, we’re almost there..."

But before he could finish, the sound of horns abruptly blared in front of the terminal building.

An Audi was parked sideways in the middle of the road, with Long Fei sitting in front, smoking a cigarette nonchalantly.

San’er kept calling through the radio, "Brother Wu, we’ve been looking all the way and haven’t seen that kid?"

Ten motorcycles came wooshing over with white smoke, not daring to surround Long Fei but stopping about three or four meters in front of him.

Long Fei threw his cigarette butt and grinned at Tattooed Arm Man with half-closed eyes, "Big brother, aren’t you moving a bit too slow?"

"You’ve lost!"

Liuu Ruyan and Zhang Xuan’er stood aside, covering their mouths with glee, looking triumphantly victorious.

"How is that possible, how can this be? Where did you come from? We didn’t see you at all?"

There was only one road to this place, and Tattooed Arm Man was sure they hadn’t seen Long Fei on the way.

He and the others felt as if they had seen a ghost, almost wondering if this guy had flown in from the sky.

Indeed, Long Fei had used some tricks; he didn’t come off the bridge via the road but rather shot down from above.

While Tattooed Arm Man and the others were winding around the loop road, Long Fei had already arrived here.

San’er, along with three other brothers, quickly caught up from behind.

Seeing the situation, they were frightened and realized Long Fei must have won.

Long Fei stepped forward, his eyes scanning the crowd, and instructed with a wave of his hand, "Okay, lads. A bet is a bet, these motorcycles are mine now. Please get off!"

Tattooed Arm Man had agreed to this condition because he was confident they could beat Long Fei; he never even considered losing to him.

Now that he had truly lost, when it came time to honor the bet, he suddenly realized it was a serious problem.

The two BMW motorcycles he was sitting on had cost him over two million.

He had made some money in the early years, but he wasn’t some kind of tycoon or magnate who didn’t care about spending over two million.

To him, this sum was substantial.

The others felt the same; even millionaires would cringe at the idea of suddenly spending over two million.

Tattooed Arm Man took the lead in being dishonest, "You’re too greedy, kid. We just said it casually, and you took it seriously?"

The others echoed casually, "Exactly, who do you think you are? We have to listen to everything you say?"

"Little punk, consider yourself lucky today. We’ll race again some other day."

"Let’s leave it here for today. We won’t hold you responsible, but you’d better scram and not piss us off."

They chose to collectively renege. After all, they outnumbered him. It was already decent of them not to trouble Long Fei. Did Long Fei have the audacity to challenge them? He must be out of his mind.

"Fine, very fine!"

Long Fei chuckled, shaking his head. Everything was as he expected, and his face showed no surprise.

Liuu Ruyan indignantly exclaimed, "You’re all supposed to be men, how can you not keep your word?"

Zhang Xuan’er also cursed, "Shameless to ride bikes without the guts, aren’t you embarrassed?"

The bikers on the scene got angry. Being dishonest was one thing, but outright confrontation was another—it would mean asking for trouble.

They got off their bikes, each pulling out a baseball bat from their rear cases, clearly used to this behavior, looking experienced and ready to use force to teach these unruly boys and girls a lesson.

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