Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir-Chapter 82 - 61 Cliff_3

"I’m going to the club to pick you up now, I’ll be there in about ten minutes," Shu Wan finished, not waiting for Fu Yang to reply, she added another sentence, "You’re not allowed to enter the race."

"Didn’t you run off abroad to enjoy yourself? Why are you still trying to control me?" Fu Yang’s voice carried a hint of cockiness, "What, you can’t make it overseas?"

"Cut the crap, if you dare to race, you’ll face the consequences," Shu Wan issued her final ultimatum to Fu Yang.

Fu Yang made a face on the other end of the phone, "Tsk, you’re so fierce, I’m so scared."

Having said that, Fu Yang hung up directly.

At this moment, the race was about to start, with the cheers from the crowd rising one after another.

Fu Yang was dressed in a racing suit, lazily lying on his motorcycle, a blade of dog-tail grass dangling from his mouth, procured from who knows where.

"Young Master Fu, it’s been a long time since you’ve been here, we’ve all been waiting to see you show off your skills tonight."

An obviously older man, flanked by a crowd, approached Fu Yang with great respect.

"There haven’t been any newcomers to the club lately, really boring," Fu Yang couldn’t even be bothered to lift his eyelids, the dim light on his face drawing a breathtaking outline.

He liked to change his earrings, and tonight he had put on a flame-colored diamond stud, matching his red racing suit perfectly, stunningly handsome as if he was bathed in flowing light.

"What you’re saying, Young Master, who could compete with you among the new people?"

These words were not just flattery to Fu Yang; mainly because Fu Yang’s skills were indeed good.

And with Fu Yang being young, once he got onto the race track, he had that air of reckless arrogance that simply couldn’t be matched by others.

"Heh," Fu Yang let out a cold laugh, looked up at the spectators gathered not far away, "Today, I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you see what real skill is."

Meanwhile, Shu Wan’s car had already arrived near the club.

Even though there were streetlights installed on both sides of the road, visibility at night was still low.

In such conditions, motorcycles were still speeding past one after another on the highway.

In the darkness, the speed of these bikes was so fast that they almost left afterimages.

Even for Shu Wan, watching them play with their bikes, it was a bit alarming, "Isn’t this kind of play likely to lead to accidents?"

"It’s prone to accidents," the housekeeper nodded slightly, "This club has fatal accidents every year, but there’s always a new crowd of people coming to play, seeking this kind of thrill."

"How long has Fu Yang been playing at this?"

"Not very long, the young master started getting into it the year before last," the housekeeper answered Shu Wan’s question, "The master forbade him from playing once he found out, and the young master has been sneaking over ever since."

"Mmh," Shu Wan hummed in response, her gaze turned to the flickering car lights weaving through the mountain roads, "Does each person have a specific number?"

"Yes, the young master is number 66, and his racing suit is red," the housekeeper was speaking, then, with a glance out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly saw a group of cars appearing on the highway, one of whom was wearing the red number 66 racing suit, "Oh my, that person looks like the young master."

Following the housekeeper’s gaze, Shu Wan looked over and indeed saw the racer.

The number 66 racer seemed to be better than the others, having taken the lead from the start.

However, after two turns, number 66 was about to be overtaken.

Two cars were trailing closely behind him, just a step away.

Gauging the way the cars were moving, it was quite obvious that these two intended to overtake number 66 at the next turn.

Shu Wan instinctively looked towards the turn that was still some distance away, her brows twitching slightly, "Can the car make it straight through?"

"There’s another road over there; we can get through that way."

"Drive straight over, quickly," Shu Wan ordered.

Upon her command, the driver, with a background as a special forces soldier, immediately drove the car with the momentum of a fighter jet, making a few quick sharp turns, Shu Wan and her vehicle reached the intersection to meet the racers.

At that moment, number 66, dragging a few racing cars, charged quickly towards them.

Shu Wan got out of the car, intending to stop the few cars from overtaking, but the highly focused racers simply wouldn’t notice anyone here.

Seeing the turn was imminent, and the cars behind were poised to overtake at the opportunity.

And because everyone had that thought, the narrow lane simply couldn’t accommodate so many who wanted to overtake.

Suddenly, sparks flew, and while the other cars could barely control themselves, number 66, bearing all the impact, was thrown towards the cliffside.