Qie Xieling stood on the race track, sweat trickling down his forehead, his heart pounding with exhilaration and fatigue. He had lost count of how many times he had pushed himself to the limit, in an attempt to hone his skills to perfection. Breaking the record not once, but twice, had been an incredible achievement, yet his thirst for success was insatiable. What Luo Muchen said had made him even more determined to win the upcoming world champion stock car race. They would be able to make enough money to retire and never work a day in their lives and that included his crew.

As the countdown slowly approached zero, Qie Xieling took a deep breath, his fingers gripping the steering wheel tightly. With a determined look in his eyes, he pulled his hair back, focusing all his energy on the upcoming race. The engine roared to life, its thunderous growl echoing through the air, and he accelerated with precision.

With each turn, he manoeuvred the curves flawlessly, his instincts guiding him like a seasoned predator on the prowl. The sound of the engine reverberated in his ears, its raw power resonating deep within his being. He could almost feel the energy coursing through his veins, intertwining his very essence with the mechanical beast beneath him.

As the finish line drew near, Qie Xieling bit his lower lip pushing the limits of his endurance. With a final burst of speed, he crossed the finish line, his jeering crew fading into a distant hum. The deafening silence that followed was broken only by the screeching sound of his tyres as he brought the car to a halt, smoke billowing around him.

Confidence radiating from every pore, he opened the car door and stepped out, his legs trembling with exhaustion. The taste of victory lingered on his lips, but he knew this was by far nowhere near the kind of competition he would face in the actual race.

Bo Ailun came running towards him, a wide grin etched across his face, his excitement palpable. "Lin, that was incredible! You’ve outdone yourself once again!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration. "You’re a force to be reckoned with, my friend!"

Qie Xieling couldn’t help but smile, the exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

"How did we do?" He asked, his voice filled with curiosity. "You just beat the current world record time. You went over 220 miles (354 kilometres) per hour. The defending champion is tethering at 210 miles (338 kilometres) per hour. You are going to fuck them up on the world championship stage."

As they stood there, basking in the afterglow of Qie Xieling’s triumph one of his crew waved their hands trying to grab their attention. When they looked in his direction he pointed at the five cars with the country flag pulling up in the parking near the truck.

Qie Xieling’s brow arched as he called Jolie frantically in his mind. ’Jolie, do you see this?’

Jolie stood at the top terrace with her binoculars that she had been using to watch Qie Xieling drive. Now she turned to the motorcade and she swore before running down. ’Shit!... Don’t come over unless I tell you to. This Leong Jinn is a real fucker.’

Qie Xieling, "..."

He had no idea what she meant by that but he would love to avoid trouble if he could. Leong Jinn had developed this terrible habit of changing the storyline to screw with him. The system’s presence had been minimised because Leong Jinn had taken charge.

Jolie thought by dealing with Bager and Bi Yu it would minimise the risk of things going to shit but she hadn’t anticipated that Leong Jinn would change things around again. Qie Xieling had no idea of this. He was busy drowning in the bliss of love which ultimately messed with his vigilance.

President Yin arrived at the race track surrounded by his imposing presidential guard. He exuded an air of authority as he walked towards the entrance, his eyes focused on the empty race track. He had heard of Qie Xieling’s easy-to-sway nature. As long as the pockets were deep enough, he would be easy to convince thus to prove a point to his nephew he decided to visit him. Besides the kid had some impressive racing skills and it wouldn’t hurt getting into business with him.

Approaching the group of men guarding Qie Xieling, President Yin demanded to see him. Jolie stood tall and vigilant, her unwavering gaze fixed on the president. She completely disregarded Yin’s prestigious status and asked, "For what?" The men behind the president raised their brows in shock. Even if Luo Muchen was her backer wasn’t this woman’s tongue a little too poisonous? Even Luo Muchen was respectful in front of him yet his subordinate wasn’t.

President Yin was taken aback by her audacity as he said, "Watch your mouth, little girl. Do you know who you are talking to?"

However, he quickly regained his composure. "I heard of his racing skills, and I believe he has great potential. I would love to discuss a sponsorship." He snapped his finger and a man brought over the proposed figure to Jolie.

Jolie knew that this had nothing to do with Qie Xieling’s skills but rather him picking sides. Luo Muchen had already been informed of his uncle’s unexpected appearance and was also curious of what his lover’s response would be thus he didn’t let his man take action first.

Jolie had already called Qie Xieling over and as soon as he arrived he took the paper from Jolie while nodding slightly at the president. "President Yin," he said in a lax form of greeting before unfolding the paper.

President Yin "..."

Why was there a lack of respect for one’s elders these days? This brat was even more disrespectful than his nephew. He wanted to scold him but he still wanted to get him on board so he kept his mouth shut.

Qie Xieling gave the piece of paper back to Jolie and said, "I am not interested. Now if you will excuse me."

President Yin gritted his teeth thinking he was driving a hard bargain. "How about I double the amount? I am pretty sure that would satisfy you," he said but Qie Xieling remained cold and indifferent like the amount mentioned was not worth his time.

"Still, I am not interested. But thanks for the offer," he replied before turning to leave.