The eye contact lasted only a moment. After that, Ji Jue withdrew his gaze and didn’t look again. The smile on his face didn’t change in the slightest. He simply watched from the side the indulgent extravagance like an outsider, never once joining in.0

By now, he was ten thousand percent certain that the newcomer meant trouble. The only question was how much the other side had paid to make that woman bare her teeth like that, turning into a rabid guard dog over her territory. They were all just outsourced help. Why make things difficult for fellow contractors?0

They could’ve just talked it out privately, put on a good show, make the race exciting, and split the money afterward. It was not like money ever ran out. Friendship first, competition second.0

Of course, that only worked as long as you were not the one coming in second, but judging from how close that woman was with Mu Jiang, practically glued to him, she didn’t seem like a struggling hired hand like Ji Jue. More like a deeply involved partner.0

And if she was not interested in friendship, then all Ji Jue could offer was his big stick. Unfortunately, the only thing he had on him was a 9mm Deer Hunter gun. He wasn’t sure what caliber she preferred… Maybe he should go bigger?1

Off to the side, an inconspicuous little three-wheeler had quietly parked next to a cluster of trucks, awaiting orders.0

Just like that, after all the trash talk, taunts, and pre-race hype, the champagne-sipping young...0