They stopped at a zebra crossing. Su Canye was still at it, outdoing himself with even more outlandish drivel. Xiao Luo tried hard to detect anything at all that from what he heard that was logical, but in the end, he found nothing. Su Canye was garrulous by nature, and he loved to talk for talking’s sake. He was just on the subject of entertainment, and before that, he was going on about his trips abroad, and now, he was suddenly talking about the universe—this was living proof that the fastest thing in the universe wasn’t light, it was the human thought.

Xiao Luo kept quiet as he had already decided that he was not going to say anything that would encourage Su Canye to continue with his self-absorbed monologue.

BRUP-BRUP-BROOMM-BROOOMM

A black Harley-Davidson rumbled by with the distinctive sound of its big twin-V engine and stopped on the left of Xiao Luo’s Trumpchi, revving impatiently as it waited for the lights to turn green.

As the motorcycle was a classic, Xiao Luo couldn’t help taking several glances at it. The rider was a bearded man with sunglasses. He was Caucasian and looked rather fashionable in his riding gear, and the leather jacket he was wearing was similar to Su Canye’s.

“He’s wearing the same style as me, see, looks like this foreign friend of ours has good tastes too,” Su Canye gushed, praised himself indirectly.

Most foreign visitors generally gave a good account of themselves, being friendly and courteous, but this particular man was not one of them. He turned his head sideways and spat a gob of phlegm right on the Xiao Luo’s car window. It was not clear if the biker had done it intentionally or not, but either way, a generous dose of phlegm and spittle sticking to one’s car window was a disgusting sight.

Xiao Luo immediately grimaced and tried to catch the biker’s eyes, but the man turned the other way and started whistling, oblivious to what had just happened.

Su Canye was incensed and immediately wound down the car window, yelling at the biker, “Hey, you spat on our window!”

Hearing the voice, the biker turned around with an exaggerated expression of surprise, spread his hands, and asked in English, “What?”

“You spat on our window!” Su Canye said again.

“What are you talking about, I can’t understand Chinese.” The biker raised his eyebrows and feigned ignorance.

Su Canye was a little annoyed but cleared his throat, and this time he spoke in English, “You spat on our window, you must apologize to us.”

“I spat? I can’t understand what you are talking about, man. When did I spit?”

“Hey, are you playing the fool with us? We have three pairs of eyes in the car that saw it very clearly. That disgusting thing on our window came from you!” Su Canye scowled. He had only just mentioned that the biker had good taste, and in that very instant, that impression had dissipated.

“Hey, kid, don’t wrong me. Where we come from, we don’t just spit anywhere we like, we are civilized people, man,” the biker responded, pointing at Su Canye aggressively with his forefinger and absolutely denied any wrongdoing.

Su Canye could feel the weight of ten thousand hooves trampling on his head, and he nearly exploded in rage. He had seen shameless people before, but he had never seen one as such shameless as this man. He clearly spat, yet he was now denying it vehemently with such a straight face and made it seem like the other party was the one at fault.

Su Canye was boiling mad, and with a stern voice, he said, “You need to apologize to us now, don’t you even try to leave without doing so!”

BRRR-RROOM-BROOMM

Another three big bikes came from behind them and stopped at both sides of the Trumpchi. The riders were foreign men as well, and they were tall and burly. As if that wasn’t threatening enough, they were also staring into the car with very unfriendly looks, like hooligans.

Su Canye suddenly felt nervous for a good reason. He could immediately tell that these weren’t people that should be messed around with.

The biker who spat earlier now appeared emboldened and shed his pretenses of cordiality. He took off his sunglasses, glared at Su Canye, and snarled, “Hey, kid, do you think I should still apologize?”

It was ironic that the biker said this in fluent Chinese and yet couldn’t understand Su Canye earlier.

Su Canye was exasperated, but he didn’t know how to react. He now knew that the biker was toying with him, but at the same time, he didn’t want to get himself in any trouble.

Suddenly, Xiao Luo wound down the window and said, “You must apologize!”

The four bikers were startled at first, and then they broke out laughing. The biker who spat tried to hold his laughter and said, “Fine, I’ll apologize. I’m so sorry… babe!”

The biker said it mockingly, and there was no sincerity in his apology.

When the lights turned green, the biker who spat gave them a wry smile and cursed, “Damn chinks, go feast on **!”

Then he spat again on Xiao Luo’s window and sped off on his Harley. As he left, he gave Xiao Luo the middle finger.

“Those four b*stards! Okay, now I’m pissed!”

Su Canye was so angry that he was having palpitations, and his lungs felt like they would explode from the rage. He had always found foreigners to be decent folk, but this was the first time he had bumped into such uncivilized ones.

“I don’t like them,” Su Xiaobei said, looking upset and pouting angrily.

Xiao Luo turned over and said to Su Canye, “Quick, help Bei Bei fasten her seatbelt.”

“Ice Face, what are you gonna do? You can’t be thinking of chasing them, right? Those four men don’t look like people that we should be offending. If we chase them, we might be the ones who will suffer in the end. I better warn you beforehand, I’m not good at fighting. I get beaten up in every fight I get into.”

Su Canye went on about some parable he read—”the man who can recognize the exigencies of a situation is a paragon among men,” to convince Xiao Luo that there was no need for him to find trouble for himself just because of a moment’s anger. But of course, as he spoke, his hands were busy buckling up Su Xiaobei’s seatbelt.

Xiao Luo didn’t respond to his words. After seeing that Su Canye had secured Su Xiaobei’s seatbelt, he activated the car’s sport mode and slammed his feet on the accelerator.

VROOMMMmmm

The black Trumpchi SUV screeched forward like a roaring beast, and Su Canye, who was caught off guard, was thrown back into his seat.

“Ice Face, are you for real? You going to get us killed!”

Su Canye never expected Xiao Luo to be bold enough to pursue the riders. In a panic, he quickly fastened his own seatbelt and screamed, “You are not the only one in this car, there’s also the little princess and me. Don’t do silly things in a moment of anger, if this car crashes, that’ll be three lives lost. Please, think about it carefully!”

“Don’t say that, Uncle. Daddy’s really good at driving, so we won’t crash. Faster, Daddy, fasterrrr!”

Su Xiaobei was giggling excitedly, thinking of the chase as nothing more than fun and games. Beside her, Uncle Canye was turning green.

Xiao Luo glanced at Su Xiaobei through the rear-view mirror to make sure she was okay, then he stepped on the accelerator all the way down to the floor.

The engine began to roar as it was pushed to the limit, and the car accelerated sharply like a speeding bullet. The car was traveling so fast that they could hear shrill winds howling from outside the window. When Su Canye glanced at the speedometer, he saw that the car had soared to 140 miles per hour. He was so terrified that he felt his soul leave his body, and in a final attempt to talk Xiao Luo out of it, he said, “Ice Face, I know there are very few cars on this road, but we’re in a city, okay. Don’t do this, aren’t you afraid of your car falling apart?”

“Don’t worry, I know what this car is capable of.”

Xiao Luo answered calmly. He never wanted to make a fuss with those bikers, but their nasty behavior triggered something inside him, and with Xiao Luo, once he was provoked, there was no stopping him.

The black Trumpchi SUV overtook one car after another, and soon, the four hooligans on motorbikes were once again in Xiao Luo’s sight.

“There’s a sharp turning in front… slow down… quick, slow down!”

The moment he saw the road sign with the sharp turn warning, Su Canye could no longer hold his composure and screamed hysterically.

But the car wasn’t showing any signs of slowing down. Instead, it was getting faster as the speedometer was clocking almost 150 miles per hour!

“Aaghhhh!”Su Canye was so horrified that his face turned pale. He shut his eyes and screamed his lungs out, expecting to crash. Maneuvering into a sharp turn at such high speed would definitely cause such a large car to oversteer. Then, it would lose control and hit the guardrails on the right before flipping and turn into a pile of junk. His petty life was about to end here.

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