The School Beauty’s Super Rogue

On various cars.

It took the members three seconds to confirm.

Qin Hao was really pointing at that taxi.

Through the expression on his face, everyone was sure.

This guy wasn’t joking.

Soon, laughter erupted.

"Hahahahaha!"

"What am I seeing? The famous Night Emperor wants to race me in a taxi?"

"Oh my god, have I met the world’s most foolish idiot today?"

"Fool!"

Now, the mocking became even sharper, even reaching the point of personal attacks.

Indeed, everyone was sitting inside a car now, even if Qin Hao’s martial arts were formidable, car defenses weren’t just for show.

And once the car started, no matter how skilled Night Emperor was, he couldn’t catch up.

Why be afraid of him?

Being ridiculed by so many people like this.

Qin Hao’s expression still didn’t change. A faint smile, with a hint of amusement in his eyes: "Racing against you, I don’t even need a sports car."

Not far away, Vini Jones was sitting in her car, showing a disdainful smile: "Such arrogance, hope you remember this when you lose!"

Qin Hao’s retort sparked another round of denunciation from the crowd.

Xia Youde chuckled and asked, "Mr. Night Emperor, although we have no regulations on vehicles for the race, are you really sure about this?"

"Of course." Qin Hao said calmly, walking to the taxi by the street and waving his hand.

The window rolled down, and the taxi driver poked out half his head: "Sir, it’s you! You really are looking for friends."

Qin Hao smiled slightly, "It’s me indeed."

The driver in front of him was the one who had brought him here before.

"Why haven’t you left yet?" Out of courtesy, Qin Hao asked.

"Ah, just wanted to stick around and see the excitement. I figured with so many cars here, something big must be happening. Turns out, it’s just a bunch of foreigners showing off!" The driver said in a thick Northeastern accent.

"You don’t like foreigners?" Qin Hao asked with a smile.

"Not at all!" The driver began to rant, "These guys, flaunting their privileges, and stirring up trouble in the country. I really can’t stand it!"

"Want to make them eat dirt?" Qin Hao chuckled again.

"Brother, what are we gonna do?" The driver was instantly curious.

Qin Hao leaned closer: "Lend me your car for a while, and you’ll see."

The driver hesitated a bit.

He didn’t know what Qin Hao was up to.

Yet, he saw confidence on his face.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I’ll lend it! But, can I sit in the passenger seat?"

"Sure, but you need to be prepared." Qin Hao said seriously.

The driver got out of the car, and as he reached the passenger seat, Qin Hao was already seated.

Not far away, Ah Mao and Tom came over: "Boss, can we ride along?"

Qin Hao said sternly, "You’d better not get on."

"Why not! Boss, didn’t you say we’re in it together?" Ah Mao started to wail.

Tom also looked all pitiful: "Hao God, such a significant moment, we want to be with you. But if carrying us would affect your performance, we can skip it."

Qin Hao shook his head helplessly: "You guys think too much, alright, get in then."

"Thank you, Brother Hao!"

"Thank you, Boss!"

In an instant, the two clowns climbed into the back seat.

The driver, confused by the three of them, asked: "Where are we heading?"

Qin Hao touched the steering wheel, lightly started the car, the engine emitted a rhythmic roar, like a beast letting out a low growl.

He felt the rhythm under the steering wheel, his gaze becoming sharper.

How long.

How long since he’d driven.

It seemed, it was because it had been too long.

This group of forgetful guys actually forgot his glorious deeds.

In that case, let them remember it once more.

"Brother?" The driver asked again.

Qin Hao snapped back, smiled: "I don’t know either, just watching them."

As he spoke, Xia Youde also got into his car.

He drove his Ferrari, leading the pack, entering the lane first.

Behind, luxury cars left the parking deck one by one, slowly following Xia Youde’s sports car.

Vini Jones’ car was in the middle, not in a great position, but it didn’t matter to her.

For a player of her caliber.

Starting first or last made no difference.

Qin Hao drove the taxi, slowly following.

Due to the sequence number, he was in the last position.

The driver saw this and understood, "These foreigners wanna have a race?"

These days, racing news came out every day.

The driver was used to it.

What puzzled him was why Qin Hao was tagging along.

"Brother, are we just here to watch?"

"No." Qin Hao kept his eyes ahead: "We’re here for the race."

"Race?" The driver nearly jumped out of his seat, "You’re gonna race? Using my car?"

"Yes." Qin Hao revealed a smile.

"Brother, you must be crazy!" The driver began to shout; "My car is almost half broken, you can’t race it like this! Also, all their supercars are in the two hundred kilometers per hour range. My top speed is only one hundred and twenty, not enough for competition!"

The driver’s cry made Ah Mao and Tom behind them laugh.

Ah Mao said with a smile: "Driver, don’t be scared. Our boss is sure to win."

Tom chimed in: "If your car breaks, we’ll compensate you; by then, you can choose between Mercedes and BMW."

Only then did the driver nod: "I may hate foreigners, but not you, because you’re generous and your Mandarin is good."

Tom chuckled: "So I should say thank you?"

While the three chatted, the taxi followed the stream of cars to a lane in the countryside.

The driver was instantly dumbfounded: "You’re planning to race on Guanghong Road?"

"Is this place famous?" Qin Hao’s expression was somewhat amused.

"More than famous, this place is known as the Devil’s Track!" The driver started to exclaim: "Because of its geographical location, there are too many curves here, and the road condition is just average. Normally, I don’t like driving here at night. It’s too remote and dangerous."

"But, those racing junkies love messing around here. Why? Because it’s thrilling and exciting!"

"Anyway, if I’m not mistaken, there were at least thirty-six accidents here last month. Mostly caused by those racers."

After the driver’s words, Qin Hao had some understanding.

"Great, it sounds like my odds of winning just increased to a hundred percent." Qin Hao joked half-seriously.

The driver rolled his eyes: "You’re really famous, buddy. No matter what, after we finish, shall we have some drinks?"

Qin Hao’s face suddenly became serious: "Fasten your seatbelt!"

The cars ahead began to start, speed up, and accelerate. This race had silently begun!

"What did you say?" The driver didn’t quite understand.

Qin Hao didn’t answer him, just slammed the gas pedal, and the car quickly sped off.