On Lover's Bay in Xiamen, a strong sea breeze howled in Chen Yang's ears, the air thick with the pungent smell of the sea, and a dampness filled the air. Ahead of the dead-end road, two stylish Harley-Davidson motorcycles were parked, and a young man in racing gear and a helmet waited beside them.
Upon seeing Brother Dao and his group, the young man quickly approached and respectfully greeted them:
"Hello, Brother Dao!"
Brother Dao nodded slightly and asked:
"Hmm! Ah B, is everything ready?"
Ah B nodded and replied:
"Brother Dao! Everything is ready!"
Brother Dao nodded in satisfaction, then turned to look at Chen Yang with a playful smile on his face, and said:
"Kid, the first challenge is simple, all you need is to know how to ride a motorcycle!"
Then Brother Dao pointed to the cliff at the end of the dead-end road and said:
"You and Ah B each ride a motorcycle, speeding towards the cliff. Whoever can't stop braking first loses. The final judgment is who gets closer to the cliff, understand?"
After speaking, Brother Dao's sharp eyes were fixed on Chen Yang, observing his expression. But Chen Yang's face remained calm as still water, without a trace of emotion. Hearing Dao Ge's words, Chen Yang simply nodded and said five words:
"Understood! Let's begin!"
Dao Ge raised an eyebrow slightly, held up two fingers, and the burly man in black beside him immediately understood, pulling out an exquisite cigar box, taking out a cigar, and handing it to Dao Ge.
Dao Ge put the cigar in his mouth, and the burly man in black immediately took out a beautiful Zippo lighter. With a "clink," a pale yellow flame appeared on the Zippo, swaying gently in the sea breeze. After lighting Dao Ge's cigarette, the burly man in black put away the lighter and cigar box, and stood quietly to the side again.
Dao Ge took a deep drag on his cigar, then exhaled a satisfying puff of smoke. Pointing at Chen Yang with his right hand, which held the cigar, a slight smile played on his lips as he said,
"Good! I like straightforward people like you!"
He then turned to the burly man in black and said,
"Acheng, let's begin!"
Acheng, the burly man in black, bowed respectfully and led Chen Yang and A-B to the motorcycles. Pointing to the racing suit on one of the motorcycles, Acheng said in a low voice,
"Chen Yang, hurry up and change!"
Chen Yang smiled and shook his head, saying,
"No need, let's start! Let's finish this quickly!"
Acheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded silently without saying anything more. Chen Yang's opponent, A-B, however, snorted, somewhat displeased with Chen Yang's nonchalant attitude. He felt it showed a lack of basic respect and secretly resolved to teach this arrogant brat a lesson later. Dao Ge didn't approach, but leisurely leaned against the car door, smoking a cigar and observing Chen Yang from afar with interest.
The two didn't exchange many words, simply straddling the motorcycle. A-B twisted the throttle a few times, the motorcycle roaring, then he turned his head and gave Chen Yang a defiant look before lowering his helmet visor.
Chen Yang felt A-B's burning gaze, but simply smiled faintly, calmly looking ahead. The dead end of the road was dark, a steep cliff below jagged rocks, the waves crashing against them creating a loud "smack," instilling an invisible psychological pressure.
Seeing that the two were ready, A-Cheng slowly raised his right hand, then swung it down sharply!
Chen Yang and A-B simultaneously twisted the throttle, the two motorcycles shooting off side-by-side, racing towards the end of the road two hundred meters away.
Because he wasn't wearing a helmet, Chen Yang felt the wind whistling past his ears. The strong sea breeze made it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ah B's motorcycle almost alongside his, so he also twisted the throttle to the floor, pushing his speed to the limit!
Although this wasn't a race, neither of them was willing to give in easily.
Two hundred meters wasn't a long distance, nor was it short.
Given the acceleration of Harley-Davidson motorcycles, the end of the road was already in sight in just a few seconds.
Neither of them slowed down. The wind made the muscles on Chen Yang's face tremble slightly. His hands felt numb as he gripped the handlebars tightly, his mind filled with one thought: he absolutely couldn't lose to Ah B, because Ning Qiaoqian was still waiting for his help.
Ah B, too, gritted his teeth, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the ever-approaching end of the road ahead, showing no intention of slowing down.
Before the race, A-B was dismissive of Chen Yang. Although Chen Yang was tall and strong, he was still just a college student. Having dominated the underground racing scene in Xiamen for years, A-B couldn't bring himself to take Chen Yang seriously, even though he was the young lady's chosen son-in-law.
A-B had played similar games countless times over the years, rarely losing. This race was essentially a test of courage, a test of mental fortitude—it was all about the thrill! Whoever gave up first lost. Of course, some idiots didn't know fear, but those lacking skill usually met a miserable end.
Now, A-B had completely abandoned his contempt and even felt a slight respect for Chen Yang.
As an experienced driver, and competing on home turf, A-B had a huge psychological advantage. To complete the task assigned by Brother Kun, he had carefully surveyed the course before the race and made several attempts, already having a clear baseline in mind.
In the blink of an eye, the two were almost at the theoretical limit distance calculated by A-B. If they crossed this distance, even with emergency braking, it would be difficult to stop the motorcycle before it plunged off the cliff.
But Chen Yang showed no intention of slowing down. The fierce sea wind whipped his hair back, and the cliff in the distance resembled a monster with its jaws wide open, watching them menacingly.
With a deafening roar, the two almost simultaneously crossed A-B's calculated theoretical limit, still at full speed!
A-Cheng, the burly man in black watching from the sidelines, clenched his fists, his palms already sweating profusely. Dao-Ge, on the other hand, remained leisurely leaning against his Mercedes, smoking a cigar, his dark face calm, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.
The final showdown had arrived.
It could be said that with every meter closer to the cliff, the psychological pressure on both of them increased exponentially. Because the slightest misstep would have only one consequence: a fatal crash.
Closer!
Closer still! The cliff seemed to be right beneath their feet!
"That's a fucking madman!"
A B couldn't help but curse. Finally, unable to withstand the immense pressure, he slammed on the brakes, twisting the handlebars and rolling a few times on the ground to dissipate the force of the impact. The stylish Harley-Davidson, even after falling, continued its momentum, spinning rapidly towards the cliff, its body scraping violently against the concrete, sending sparks flying.
Moments after A B braked, Chen Yang also slammed on his brakes, but at this point, the braking distance was far from enough. Although the speed decreased somewhat, it wasn't enough to stop before crashing off the cliff.
With a piercing metallic scraping sound, Chen Yang and his motorcycle plunged off the cliff, disappearing into the pitch-black night. Moments later, Ah B's motorcycle also spun and plunged off the cliff, followed by a series of loud crashes and explosions, with faint flames rising from the cliff...
Ah B, who had just sat up from the ground, witnessed this scene and was utterly dumbfounded.
Brother Dao, who had been smoking a cigar, was also stunned as he watched Chen Yang and his motorcycle plunge off the cliff. He didn't even notice his cigar falling to the ground.
"Damn it! How could this happen..." Brother Dao muttered, slamming his fist on the hood of the car after a long pause.
At that moment, Brother Dao felt a pang of regret. If he had known this kid was a daredevil, he shouldn't have suggested to Brother Kun that he set up such a test. Now, it wasn't just that this reckless Chen Yang had died; the real problem was that this kid was the young lady's sweetheart! The thought of facing Ning Qiaoqian's wrath made even Dao Ge's heart, as hard as iron, tremble.
"What are you all standing there for!" Dao Ge roared at A Cheng and A B, "Go down there and search!"
Actually, the bottom of the cliff was full of jagged rocks. Falling from that height, the chance of survival was almost zero. But what could they do if they didn't search? They couldn't just go back and tell Ning Qiaoqian that her lover had died at the bottom of the cliff, his body never found! With that spoiled young lady's temper, wouldn't she immediately explode? And the first to bear the brunt, naturally, was A Dao, who had come up with this terrible idea and carried it out himself.
Moreover, Dao Ge still harbored a sliver of hope—what if Chen Yang was incredibly lucky and unharmed?
Luxuriant Island Seaside Villa.
Ning Qiaoqian paced restlessly in her bedroom. Wearing a cute, pale yellow nightgown, she ran barefoot back and forth on the gleaming wooden floor. Night was deepening outside, but there was still no news of Chen Yang. She wondered what that person would do to him.
"Hmph! If even a hair on Chen Yang's head is missing, I'll never speak to you again!" Ning Qiaoqian thought to herself.
Just then, Ning Qiaoqian suddenly felt a sudden, inexplicable jolt of fear. Could something have happened to Chen Yang?
Thinking this, Ning Qiaoqian couldn't hold back any longer. She quickly went to the door and flung it open. A burly man in black stood up abruptly, trembling as he blocked the doorway, his eyes filled with wariness and a hint of fear as he looked at Ning Qiaoqian.
Ning Qiaoqian pouted and said,
"Don't worry! I won't run away! Call Uncle Hua up, I have something to ask him!"
The burly man in black breathed a sigh of relief, quickly signaling his henchman to come and relieve him, then fled towards the stairwell.
Ning Qiaoqian glanced at her henchman, who looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, then turned away listlessly, closing the door behind her. She slowly walked back to the bedside, sat down, and stared blankly at the dark sea outside the window. The burly man in black was very efficient; footsteps echoed down the stairs shortly after. Uncle Hua knocked lightly on the door, and Ning Qiaoqian called out loudly,
"Come in! The door's unlocked!"
Uncle Hua pushed the door open, a slight unease on his face. Ning Qiaoqian, her eyes sharp with worry for Chen Yang, noticed his expression. She immediately stood up, rushed to him, took his hand, and shook it anxiously, asking,
"Uncle Hua, has something happened to Chen Yang?"