Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 909 - 906: Three Rings Twelve Young Masters (Part 2)
Chapter 909: Chapter 906: Three Rings Twelve Young Masters (Part 2)
"Gentlemen, I know this friend here. He’s a guest of my cousin and a doctor, so please don’t make things difficult for him," Mo Mingda shouted loudly.
But these words made Lin Tian a bit puzzled. Just an hour ago, they were enemies, and now he’s speaking in a weird, sarcastic tone.
"Hehe, a doctor, probably a quack," many people chuckled.
Lin Tian didn’t bother with this bunch of rich kids and said to Mo Mingda, "Whatever you’re planning, I don’t have time to entertain you. Go play by yourself." With that, he was about to roll up the car window.
"Mr. Lin, don’t be in such a rush. Let me introduce you to the Twelve Young Master. You’ve just arrived in Jinghua City and might not know him. He’s the famous Three Rings Twelve Young Master," Mo Mingda said, pretending to be gracious.
"He’s the Three Rings Twelve Young Master?" Lin Tian said with feigned surprise.
"That’s right. Do you know him?" Mo Mingda asked.
"I don’t know him," Lin Tian laughed, causing the expressions of those around him to freeze.
"Damn, you don’t even know the Twelve Young Master? How do you mix in these circles? Why pretend to be surprised, trying to mess with us?" Immediately, someone stood up for the Twelve Young Master. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
"Don’t be hard on the guy. He’s a doctor, so it’s normal to have limited knowledge," said an effeminate person.
"Get lost, you sissy! Not knowing the Twelve Young Master is disrespectful to him. I’ll teach him a lesson!" Another person rolled up his sleeves, looking furious.
Lin Tian really hadn’t heard of any Twelve Young Master, Three Young Master, or Four, Five, Six Young Master. These days, just calling oneself a title and acting arrogantly means nothing; it’s mostly bluster.
"Miss Xiao Ru, do you know him?" Lin Tian turned to ask.
An Xiaoru, facing so many people, felt a bit shy and quietly said, "When I was with the Yun Family, I occasionally heard their younger members mention a master car racer in Jinghua City."
"During the traffic-ridden evening rush hour, he rode a motorcycle and completed the entire 48-kilometer Three Rings Road in just 18.8 minutes. Someone roughly calculated that he had to overtake more than two hundred cars every minute."
"So, the car enthusiasts highly praised him. And because he ranks twelfth in his family, outsiders respectfully call him the Daring Twelfth Brother, also known as the Three Rings Twelve Young Master," An Xiaoru explained simply.
"This young lady has some knowledge. Doctor, by now, you should know the great name of our Twelve Young Master, right?" A rich kid shouted proudly, as if speaking about himself.
Lin Tian was a bit surprised. Though he hadn’t seen the traffic during Jinghua City’s rush hour, the news reported it every day—more cars than people.
This Twelve Young Master can complete the route in eighteen minutes. It’s not just racing; it’s daring to the extreme. Riding a motorcycle is like being wrapped in iron. At such speeds, crashing into a barrier or another vehicle could be fatal.
It was hard to tell that this refined young man, wearing glasses, was such an aggressive person.
But despite his surprise, Lin Tian still didn’t take to this kind of racing. Racing on the Three Rings—if you die, that’s one thing, but if it causes a horrific chain collision accident, how many innocents would suffer?
A top-notch supercar club would never do such a thing. Clubs like the domestic HAC Supercar Club, SCC Supercar Club, and SSCC—who among their members would race on the streets and lower their status like this?
The ones racing on the streets are just a bunch of reckless outsiders with no rules, far from being qualified to join these supercar clubs. Of course, some people like seeking thrills and dislike being bound by the top clubs’ rules.
"Mo Mingda, you’ve talked so much. Are you just introducing someone, or do you have something to say?" Lin Tian cut to the chase.
"Mr. Lin, you’re indeed straightforward. I want you to race with us," Mo Mingda said with a half-smile.
"Brother Mo, you can’t say that. He only has a junk car. How could he be qualified to compete with our Twelve Young Master?" Immediately, someone objected, and others expressed their dissatisfaction.
Lin Tian looked at the track ahead; it happened to be the shortcut back to the Yun Family. He smiled and said, "It’s just on the way back, so alright, let’s have a race. Anyway, it’s on the way."
The crowd instantly collapsed. They were opposing, yet the other side agreed to the race simply because it was on the way!
"Alright, have him enter the grid immediately. The race is about to begin," the Twelve Young Master glanced at Lin Tian and said calmly before simply turning around and leaving.
"Boo..." The crowd booed Lin Tian, but since the Twelve Young Master had spoken, they had no choice.
As others walked away, leaving only Mo Mingda and Liu Weiyuan behind, Mo Mingda lowered his head and said to Lin Tian, "In this race, if you lose to me, you must immediately return the Ferrari!"
So, this young master went to such lengths to win back his Ferrari. Indeed, only by reclaiming his car could he regain his face.
"And if you lose again? What will you give me?" Lin Tian asked with interest.
"The equivalent of a Ferrari’s value," Mo Mingda gritted his teeth and said.
Lin Tian shook his head and smiled lightly, "I remember, that Liu Weiyuan fellow gave me two nicknames: Quack Doctor and Jianghu Cheat. Mo Mingda, if you lose, you don’t need to give me money, just slap him in public three times."
"Lin Tian, that’s too much!" Liu Weiyuan shouted angrily. Being slapped in public would be utterly humiliating.
"What’s the matter? Don’t you have confidence in Brother Mo?" Lin Tian retorted.
Mo Mingda remained silent. Liu Weiyuan looked back and forth between Lin Tian and the domestic car, his eyes constantly changing. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, I agree with you." To cling to Mo Mingda, he was willing to risk it all.
"Brother Liu, thank you. I won’t forget your favor today." Mo Mingda said with an artificial solemnity.
Lin Tian couldn’t be bothered with this hypocritical act and drove forward, entering the grid, parked alongside five other sports cars.
A domestic car entered the grid, and compared to the other sports cars, it was like a rooster compared to a phoenix, drawing another round of "boo" from the crowd.
Lin Tian was on the right, with the Three Rings Twelve Young Master as the second, and Mo Mingda conveniently as the third.
"Miss Xiao Ru, are you scared?" Lin Tian asked.
"I trust Mr. Lin, I’m not afraid," An Xiaoru smiled.
"Remember, close your eyes later," Lin Tian instructed, and An Xiaoru nodded obediently, agreeing with a hum.
"The entire track is one kilometer, with two ninety-degree turns. The race is about to start!" the sexy race girl raised her scarf and then released it, as the drivers revved their engines, waiting for the scarf to drop.
As the scarf hit the ground, the sports cars roared off simultaneously, with no one giving way. The entire track was only a kilometer, purely a test of speed—yielding was losing.
Except for Lin Tian’s domestic car, everyone else had a famous sports car, none of which lacked straight-line acceleration. The key was in the two turns. Whoever could overtake in the turns was essentially locking in the victory.
