Ms. Bigshot Is Pampered by All-Chapter 98 - 97 The Most Mysterious Person
Chapter 98: Chapter 97 The Most Mysterious Person
Upon hearing that, Fu Si placed his mobile phone on the table and gracefully lifted his teacup with his jade-like fingertips, taking a sip with an elegant and melodious, yet somewhat indifferent voice, “A race without ‘Hunter’? What’s the fun in that?”
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Qin Cheng knew he had asked a redundant question.
Ever since “Hunter” announced his retirement from the racing world a few years ago, Mr. Fu had also withdrawn soon after and had never paid attention to racing again.
Qin Cheng was very curious about that “Hunter,” especially since Mr. Fu’s record of sweeping the racing world was broken by him, and thereafter, the two had been evenly matched. The domestic racing records were split between them and to this day, no one had surpassed them.
Yet every time “Hunter” appeared, he was tightly concealed, indistinguishable even between being male or female, and would leave immediately after the race, never interacting or lingering with anyone.
Until his retirement, no one had ever seen his true face.
Qin Cheng had thought about using his family connections to investigate, but before he could act, he was coldly stopped by Mr. Fu.
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7 PM.
In front of a restaurant in a small alley, a young man in a hoodie and jeans with his face covered by a hood and scarf hurried in.
The restaurant seemed to have very few customers; at mealtime, there was only a young girl sitting in the corner, slowly flipping through the menu with slender fingers.
Seeing this, the young man paused, then hurried faster to the opposite side of the girl, unwrapping his scarf and complaining, “Sister Chi, it’s been years, how come you haven’t become more generous? After all, I’m now a star racer in the racing world, with fans all over the country and abroad. Can’t we go a little more upscale?”
Chi Gui calmly looked up at him.
Beneath the scarf was a handsome face that was no less stellar than any celebrity’s, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a trendy haircut, and a healthy bronze complexion, clean and radiant.
The originally somewhat dim restaurant seemed to brighten a lot with his arrival.
Chi Gui: “I personally invited you to eat here, isn’t that upscale enough?”
Lu You choked, then laughed, “True.”
When he wasn’t smiling, he just looked handsome; but when he smiled, his eyes curved, seeming to have specks of sunlight mixed in, bright and beautiful.
Those two distinctive little fangs made him look cute as well as handsome.
With good looks and ranking among the top five in global racing skills, no wonder he had gathered so many fans.
Lu You sat down, and Chi Gui passed him the menu, “This restaurant is a century-old shop with the most unique tastes in Nancheng, authentic flavor that general outsiders don’t know about.”
Lu You chuckled and took the menu.
He had just casually complained; he knew Sister Chi was very serious—either not at all or she would do it best.
There was only their table of customers, so the food was served quickly.
While eating, Lu You chatted with Chi Gui about the changes in the racing world over the past few years.
Chi Gui listened quietly without speaking.
Lu You was used to it and knew she was listening. After finishing talking, he added a bit melancholically, “Ah… the racing record you and ‘Death God’ created still hasn’t been broken by anyone. I’m not just saying, but that record is really bruising the ego of us professional racers.”
Hearing “Death God,” Chi Gui’s hand paused as she was picking up food, and for the first time during the meal, she spoke, “How is he recently?”
“I don’t know,” Lu You spread his hands. “You retired, and only a few days later, he did too, and then he never showed up again.”
“He retired too?” Chi Gui was surprised.
“Yes!” Lu You a little indignantly, “Both of you retired yet still torment us. That’s really cruel!”
Chi Gui: …
In the entire racing world, “Death God” was the most mysterious one.
She was secretive enough, but if someone powerful enough, like Old Sir Shen, wanted to find out, it could be done quite easily.
But “Death God”…
She had once asked Old Sir Shen for help in finding him, but not even a trace could be uncovered.
It was almost like everything had been erased cleanly by someone.
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After the meal, Lu You suggested, “Sister Chi, want to go see my friend’s race? Though it’s just a bunch of noobs pecking at each other.”
Chi Gui: …
She hesitated for a moment, then couldn’t resist nodding her head.
Lu You took her to a small hill on the southern outskirts of Nancheng.
The hilltop was brightly lit, with a dozen modified race cars parked in the parking lot.
