Rong Zhi lifted her gaze, her delicate fox-like eyes diffusing a thin cool mist, expressionless, "Goodbye."
The young man turned and left.
Lin Xingteng’s smile at the corner of his lips faded, he pursed his lips slightly with a bit of distress, whispering, "Ah... was I discovered?"
Sure enough, I couldn’t resist giving myself away.
He raised an eyebrow, feeling in a good mood as he walked toward the parking lot.
The night spread like ink, bright with a sparse scattering of stars.
Rong Zhi’s fox-like eyes were more intense than the night itself. She pressed down the brim of her hat and walked into a passage leading to another midnight spectacle.
The underground market in Beijing was brightly lit, even more so than during the day, filled with bustling voices.
Rong Zhi had not specifically investigated the organizations and gathering places of Beijing’s underworld; she had just come to know of this place.
She had even discovered its creator, the Underground Moon Group.
The black market was a mix of various elements, and occasionally unfriendly glances would land on her, but Rong Zhi remained unmoved, heading directly toward the loudest sounds.
An illegal car race was held every week at the underground black market, organized by racing enthusiasts and funded by the market’s creators, for money, profit, and influence. As long as you dared to come, everything was obtainable.
The death rate in the illegal car race was as high as 85%, so the organizers required racers to sign a life-and-death agreement beforehand.
Some international racers were discovered from the black market, but once they became official racers, the racing authorities strictly prohibited them from participating in black market races.
Some people stayed not for power but purely for the thrill, refusing to step onto the international stage and remaining here.
Rong Zhi was called over by Ying Yunlin. By the time she arrived, the race had reached its fever pitch. The racing fans in the audience stood up, waving flags and shouting, mixing with the roar of engines, almost uprooting the ground.
"How is it, do you feel your blood boiling?"
The shouting in the scene was so loud that even though they were in a relatively quiet spot, Ying Yunlin had to lean in to shout in Rong Zhi’s ear.
Rong Zhi pushed his face away in disdain, flicked up the brim of her hat with her finger, looked up at the track, her voice indifferent, "It’s okay."
On the track, a total of eight sports cars were in a chase.
Currently, a Ferrari had the upper hand at the front, with a Bugatti closely biting its tail. It was evident that the racer driving the Bugatti had good skills, always maintaining a close but not too close distance with the Ferrari.
The rules and cars used in the illegal car race were different from those in Formula Racing.
Formula Racing used special racing cars.
The illegal car race used regular sports cars commonly seen.
In the end, the Bugatti narrowly won by two seconds to take first place.
Rong Zhi distinctly noticed a change in the atmosphere around her after the Bugatti stopped.
At that moment, the crowd-surrounded driver got out of the Bugatti, with sharp eyes full of youthful excitement. He swept aside the strands of hair on his forehead, his entire demeanor exuding the unique pride of youth.
Rong Zhi frowned, "Ying Hengyu?"
"That kid told me he wanted to step onto the international stage like you," Ying Yunlin crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing, "Then I told him, ’Little Ying God got his qualification by crushing all other racers in the illegal race, taking first place, you want that? Sure, come first in a race.’"
Ying Yunlin chuckled, recalling Ying Hengyu’s expression at the time.
The young man was initially bewildered and then refused.
He could race, but a race where his life was at stake, like in the black market, he couldn’t do it.
Mr. Ying could be headstrong, but he valued his life.
Ying Yunlin bluntly taunted him a bit.
Ying was fired up, signing up for the race with high morale, and even telling him he had weak knees before the race, but ended up taking first place.
Rong Zhi removed her mask, lightly touching her temple with her fingertip, a slight smile on her lips, "You’re pretty good at goading people."
Ying Yunlin snorted, "I was speaking the truth."
Ying Hengyu suddenly paused as he walked forward, looking in this direction. The young man’s mask still hung on one ear, highlighting his delicately chiseled face in stark contrast. He froze, "Third Brother?!"
He saw the young man lift his head slightly, fox-like eyes reflecting the fiery lights of the black market, bright and profound.
Ying Hengyu caught his breath momentarily.
He suddenly thought of Si Ye from the past that he saw on the screen: wild and unruly, untamed and rebellious.
It was the most dazzling person he had ever seen, the brightest light in his heart, his unwavering faith.
So even if he regretted it a second before going on stage, he still went on without hesitation.
Because he wanted to follow the path the young man had walked.
Rong Zhi tossed a bottle of water to Ying Hengyu, giving him a glance, her voice clear and flat, devoid of any inflection, "Not happy taking first place?"
"Cough cough cough, no," Ying Hengyu choked on the water, his cheeks reddening as he coughed, "I was just thinking about something, I originally planned to tell you tomorrow, but since I ran into you tonight, I might as well tell you now."
Rong Zhi raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
Ying Hengyu took a sip of water to soothe his throat, "Well, I saw your information on my dad’s desk."