Chapter 236: "Stay out of grown folks’ business."
President Luo, the enigmatic and powerful mafia boss, sat in the exclusive VIP lounge of the race track, his piercing gaze fixed on Qie Xieling, the racer who not only betrayed him but stole from him.
Though his expression remained aloof, the tension in the air was palpable, and his men could sense his anger simmering beneath the surface. As he observed Qie Xieling in the midst of the brawl at the finish line, bravely protecting his manager, President Luo absentmindedly rubbed his upper lip with his forefinger, a subtle gesture that betrayed his growing agitation.
Suddenly, he rose from his seat, a dark aura engulfing him as he nonchalantly buttoned his immaculate suit jacket. Turning to the secretary standing beside him, his tone held a hint of menace as he instructed, "Invite Mr Qie back downtown. If he refuses then use other means to persuade him."
Though his words lacked the facade of invitation, his message was clear. Qie Xieling would soon be face-to-face with the formidable boss he had betrayed. The secretary bowed her head in understanding.
Leaving the lounge, President Luo strode purposefully down the corridor, his loyal men trailing closely behind. However, before he could reach his intended destination, a sophisticated woman intercepted him.
She was dressed in an elegant white dress, her confident demeanour evident as she casually hung a black blazer over her shoulders. Her lips were adorned with vibrant red lipstick, adding to the allure of her enigmatic smile.
With a glint of taunting mischief in her eyes, she swiftly slid on a pair of stylish sunglasses, emphasizing her air of nonchalance. Her words, dripping with a mixture of pleasure and subtle mockery, escaped her lips, "It’s a pleasure doing business with you."
And just like that, she walked away, leaving behind President Luo with his fists clenched in seething anger. With an eruption of primal fury, he unleashed a powerful punch towards the nearby wall. The sheer force of his blow reverberated through the corridor and his men gulped in fright their backs tense.
The forceful collision shattered the tranquillity of the corridor, leaving a spiderweb of cracks on the surface of the wall. As President Luo withdrew his trembling hand, a realisation set in. His knuckles were badly bruised, and small rivulets of blood trickled down his fingers. Blood smudges stained the once pristine white paint of the wall he had struck.
Despite the visible pain etched on his face, he seemed oblivious to the throbbing ache in his hand. His burning rage eclipsed any physical discomfort, and his mind remained fixated on revenge. With a forceful exhale, he clenched his bleeding hand, squeezing his throbbing pain into a tightly controlled resolve.
He stood there momentarily, his mind racing with thoughts of how he was going to skin that brat alive. The encounter with that bitch only intensified the fire burning within him. Determined to avenge his wounded pride, he took a deep breath, quelling the fury within him, and resumed walking. He couldn’t wait to confront that traitorous weasel.
Qie Xieling remained oblivious to what was coming. He found himself standing on the highest step of the podium, gazing out at the roaring sea of passionate fans. A group of stunningly beautiful women emerged, their smiles beaming as they handed him a vibrant bouquet, each blossom representing a token of their admiration.
The crowd erupted with joyous applause and cheers, their collective voices harmonizing into a symphony of adoration. With the gleaming championship trophy, glinting under the bright stadium lights in his hand he raised it high above his head, showcasing it to his ecstatic fans, who responded with reverberating cheers that shook the stadium to its very foundation.
As the celebration continued, elegant bottles of expensive champagne were uncorked, spraying frothy streams of liquid gold into the air.
Qie Xieling felt the cool droplets land on his face before he dodged them with a heartwarming smile. He revelled in the moment, watching as the second and third-place drivers join in the exuberant shower of champagne, their faces illuminated with respect and camaraderie.
He was handed a bottle of champagne, the effervescence dancing in his hands. With a grand flourish, he pulled the cork, unleashing a fizzy explosion towards his team. He never knew how fun winning something this big was. Even when they won volleyball matches in school they weren’t this ecstatic.
He poured out some champagne for Bo Ailun and when he handed it to him, Boran hugged him tight. He patted his back hard celebrating his best friend’s victory after a terrible year.
"I am proud of you. Did you see Bager’s furious face? The brat got disqualified," he explained and Qie Xieling nodded his head before downing the rest of the champagne in the bottle.
’System where is my bloody plot?’ he said internally but the system was playing dumb like it was broken. While he was cursing the system’s nth generation his team was suddenly surrounded by a group dressed in black suits with the same tattoos at the side of their necks like they had been branded or something. In front of them was a petite secretary in a pencil skirt and a low-cut blouse.
Bo Ailun’s eyes shone brightly as he took a step forward and politely greeted the lady. The smile on her face stiffened as she saw him come closer.
With a slight look of disgust she said, "Mr Bo, I am not one of the girls you throw money at at the clubs you spend your leisure time at."
Bo Ailun, "..."
He rubbed the tip of his nose a little surprised that his little hobby had been exposed. "No judgement here. I am just here for business," she said her gaze shifting towards Qie Xieling.
Qie Xieling’s heart jumped upon hearing this. If this world was anything like the last it meant there was bad blood between him and Luo Muchen.
"Mr Qie, do you mind following us," she said and Qie Xieling’s team which had already been bruised and battered from earlier instantly surrounded him with some grabbing the tools they could get a hold of. They were like Vikings ready to fight to the death.
The man in front took out a pistol and Qie Xieling knew it was serious. "We won’t mind having a blood bath here and spoil everybody’s good time," she said.
Bo Ailun was a little confused. He had no idea how Qie Xieling had involved himself with this group of people. He glance at Qie Xieling but Qie Xieling averted his gaze. He stepped out of the group against his team’s protest.
"Smart choice," she said before someone grabbed Qie Xieling’s arm to drag him away.
"I can walk by myself," he said while roughly taking his arm back. As they walked away, Bo Ailun stepped forward thinking he should go with him but the young woman swept his leg and he fell to the ground with a loud thud.
With a sly smile, she said, "Stay out of grown folk’s business."
His team members helped him up to his feet quickly before the reporters could turn their cameras there. In anger, he kicked the tyre of the car almost breaking his big toe. He limped towards the chair in anguish his expression contorted. It seemed Qie Xieling wouldn’t be able to do the promised interviews.
