Very soon, the three sports cars had started a street race on the main road, causing pedestrians and drivers around to exclaim in alarm, nearly leading to several accidents.

Eventually, even some traffic police noticed and quickly chased after them on their motorcycles, but they were soon left far behind by the three cars.

With Ye Luo’s superb bodily coordination, his car, worth only a few hundred thousand, drove with the vigor and speed of one worth millions, and he quickly caught up with the other two sports cars.

At a turning intersection, he didn’t slow down but instead accelerated again, demonstrating his strong mental resilience. The other two cars had reduced their speed at the turn because if they didn’t, and the speed was too high to maneuver, it would have been game over.

In this way, Ye Luo’s car completely overtook the two million-worth luxury cars and came to a stop at the next intersection. Ye Luo got out, oozing coolness, closed the door, leaned against the car, and quietly watched the other two sports cars approach.

Ye Luo’s current expression could only be described with two words—smirk.

Soon, the Ferrari and Lamborghini stopped behind Ye Luo’s car. The doors opened, and a man and a woman stepped out.

The man’s hair was dyed green, and he wore an expensive set of Armani clothes; the woman had red hair, delicate features, and wore a tight red leather jacket that bared her snow-white belly.

The black leather pants showcased her slender and delicate legs; that’s the good thing about leather pants, tight enough to enhance.

This woman looked young, probably only eighteen or nineteen, but she possessed the aura of a femme fatale, her eyes brimming with unruly spirit.

"Yo, handsome, not bad driving skills."

The lady walked towards Ye Luo, smiling as she spoke.

"You little punk, daring to mess with us, looking for a beating, huh?"

At that moment, the green-haired guy came over, looking at Ye Luo with a cold expression.

"Hey, Lu Qing, if your driving skills can’t cut it, don’t blame others."

The red-haired lady retorted haughtily at the green-haired man.

"Wen Ling, what does this come down to now?"

The green-haired man asked the red-haired woman.

"Of course, it’s a tie, so I didn’t lose," the red-haired woman pouted and said.

"How can that be? You promised to be my girlfriend if you lost," the green-haired man said with a sour face.

"But I didn’t lose, did I? The handsome guy here won. Unless you want this handsome guy to be your girlfriend?"

The red-haired lady teased, leaning close to Ye Luo.

"Let’s race again then."

"Alright, tomorrow night at Qifeng Mountain, we’ll have another go. But I’ve decided to have this handsome guy here replace me in the race."

"How can that be?"

"How can it not be? You can find someone to replace you too. It’s settled then. If I lose, I, Nie Wenling, will agree to be your girlfriend, but if you lose, you better stay out of my sight. If you don’t agree, forget it."

The red-haired lady spoke assertively.

"Fine, see you tomorrow night."

The green-haired man gave Ye Luo a deep look before turning back to his Lamborghini and driving off with a roar.

At this time, Ye Luo was somewhat dumbfounded.

What’s going on? He didn’t seem to agree to anything, did he?

"Hey, Miss, I don’t think I agreed to race for you, did I?"

Ye Luo couldn’t help but say to the woman with the femme fatale vibe.

"Handsome, don’t you want to help me? If I lose, then I’ll have to become that bastard’s girlfriend. You wouldn’t have the heart to let me jump into a fire pit like this, would you?"

Instantly, the redhead looked at Ye Luo with a pitiful expression, as if her heart was filled with grievance, and her tears seemed ready to fall anytime, invoking a feeling of compassion in others.

"Hmm, that guy isn’t much to look at; having you as his girlfriend would indeed be a waste," Ye Luo nodded.

"See, that settles it!"

Instantly, the redhead’s expression changed, and she said with a giggly smile.

"Wow, that change of face was just too quick."

Ye Luo was stunned by the woman’s ability to switch expressions so fast; she was truly a little witch.

"But still, even so, I don’t really have any obligation to help you, do I? However, if I win, doesn’t that mean you should become my girlfriend?"

Ye Luo’s eyes shifted as he looked at the beauty and smiled.

"If you’re not afraid, then I’d be very willing, but I’m afraid you might not be able to handle it."

Nie Wenling’s eyes twinkled as she looked at Ye Luo with a smile.

"Don’t worry, the one thing I’m not afraid of is not being able to handle it."

Ye Luo said and wrapped his arm around the slender waist of the beauty; he had never been shy around beautiful women—if it was time to make a move, then he’d make a move.

At that moment, Nie Wenling’s expression stiffened, and she thought to herself in annoyance: Kid, you dare to take advantage of your auntie. Just you wait...

Just then, the sound of a cellphone ringing came from the Ferrari, and Nie Wenling hurried to the car, took out her phone, and answered.

Suddenly, the redhead’s complexion changed, marked by an intense look of astonishment.

"What, my sister fainted? Alright, I’ll be right there."

"Handsome, there’s a bit of a family emergency. Leave me your number, and I’ll contact you later."

Nie Wenling ran to Ye Luo and said.

"Uh? I don’t have a phone."

Ye Luo said. He had only been in Zhonghai for a few days and hadn’t bought a cellphone. In the deep mountains where he had been before, there was naturally no use for one.

"What?" Nie Wenling’s face changed again.

"I heard you say your sister fainted just now. I happen to know medical science. Would you like me to come with you to take a look? I might be able to help."

"That’s... alright."

Nie Wenling thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. She wasn’t inviting this man to treat her sister but because he didn’t have a cellphone, and she wouldn’t be able to contact him if she left now. That would spell disaster for the tomorrow night’s contest. So, the only option was to keep him by her side for now. After checking on her sister, she would get him a phone to keep in touch.

Following that, Ye Luo drove after Nie Wenling to a luxurious villa area, even more upscale than the villas where Luo Jingxuan lived, with a group of security guards all around.

The two cars entered and stopped outside a huge villa, which had four floors and came with its own swimming pool and garden.

Most importantly, there were a lot of people in black clothes and sunglasses guarding inside and outside the villa; they looked like bodyguards, but Ye Luo could sense an ominous air about them.

"Second Miss!"

As the redhead got out of the car, all these men in black greeted her respectfully.

"Come in with me, but don’t speak out of turn, and don’t touch anything."

Nie Wenling instructed Ye Luo, leading him quickly into the villa.