Chapter 247: The king of drifting.
A malicious grin crept across Sting’s face as he accelerated towards Qie Xieling’s vulnerable position. Like what he did to Keira he attempted to run Qie Xieling off the road.
Qie Xieling saw Sting approach in his rear-view mirror. With the thunderous roar of his engine, Sting caught up with him and turns his steering wheel sharply trying to run Qie Xieling out of the road. In a desperate bid to escape Sting’s clutches, Qie Xieling swerved his pink car, defying all logic, and began driving in reverse.
The sudden reversal caught Sting off guard his laughter turning into shock as he desperately hit the brakes, attempting to avoid a collision.
He slammed on the brakes hard, his car coming to a screeching halt.
A devilish smile danced on Qie Xieling’s lips as he slammed on the accelerator. Sting hit the accelerator leaving a choking cloud of exhaust smoke and came face to face with Qie Xieling, their cars locked in a perilous standoff. Sting’s malevolent laughter echoed in his ears over the roar of their engines taunting him.
But Qie Xieling refused to be broken. With nerves of steel, he pushed the pedal to the metal, willing himself to drive faster in reverse. Sting pushed harder, but Qie Xieling saw his chance.
He swerved at the last minute, avoiding a stack of water barrels on the highway. Sting caught off guard, ploughed into the barrels. Water exploded around him, the shock wave shaking Qie Xieling’s car.
The pink car emerged from the mist its LED headlights looking like a beast on the prowl.
Qie Xieling stepped on the accelerator gunning for Lepracon.
But his path was blocked by long-haul trucks. He clenched the steering wheel, his heart pounding in his chest. Tapping into his driving expertise he maneuvered his pink car next to the first truck, matching its speed seamlessly. With his nerves ablaze, he slid underneath the colossal vehicle, the pink car fitting in like a puzzle piece.
His heart pounded, sweat coating his brow as he waited for the opportune moment. Finally, he slipped underneath the second truck, narrowly brushing the rear bumper against the rear wheel, causing a momentary swerve before regaining control. He finally steadied the car ignoring the drones flying around him capturing the action for the crowd watching at the finish line.
The world outside blurred as the trucks barreled forward, their thunderous engines synchronized with Qie Xieling’s racing heart.
Qie Xieling’s car finally broke free from the vehicular barricade emerging from beneath the second truck. As his engine roared with an undeniable zeal, he pushed the gas pedal down, his exhilaration consuming him entirely.
Lepracon’s taillights shone like beacons in the distance and Qie Xieling showed a devilish smile while whispering, "Got you." Seeing Qie Xieling in his rear-view mirror, Lepracon punched his steering wheel in frustration. He had underestimated the audacity and skill of his competitors, thinking that nobody would dare pass the trucks blocking the two lanes. His lead was slipping away. He picked up speed, but Qie Xieling was relentless. He was after all the the King of drifting.
Qie Xieling accelerated, closing the gap with each passing second. Inches before the finish line, he surged past Lepracon, leaving his rival in a state of disbelief. The crowd erupted in wild cheers, their energy matching the tyre smoke and burning rubber from Qie Xieling’s celebratory doughnuts leaving skid marks on the tarred road. The crowd didn’t seem to care for the choking smoke as they celebrated.
The adrenaline coursed through his veins as he finally released the pressure on the gas pedal, chuckling nervously at the culmination of his adrenaline-fueled race.
Under the neon glow of the night, Qie Xieling revved his engine as the crowd roared, their cheers drowned out by the purr of high-performance engines. Qie Xieling finally hit the brakes, his heart still beating like a bullet train.
He stepped out of the car and was soon surrounded by the crowd celebrating his victory. The crowd soon parted as a group of men dressed in black suits created a path for their boss. The men of the Eastside Triads emerged from the shadows, their presence a tangible force in the air.
With a distinct clang-clang, a pair of thin stilettos echoed in the night, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife. A slender woman with an hourglass figure stepped forward. Her eyes, cold and sharp she scanned the crowd before resting on Qie Xieling.
"Congratulations," she said, her voice a soft purr that sent chills down the spine of the onlookers. She tossed a key fob towards him, the small Lexus logo glinting under the neon lights. Qie Xieling caught it with ease, his expression unreadable.
Without a word, he turned towards a small figure in the crowd. He tossed her the key fob to her fulfilling the promise he had made before the race. The girl caught them with a delighted squeal, her eyes shining with joy.
Lee Ya’s eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t comment on the exchange. Instead, she motioned for Qie Xieling to follow her. "Come, the VIP lounge awaits."
Qie Xieling didn’t refuse. After all, this was why he was here. He followed after her, his steps steady and sure. The crowd watched in silence as the two of them disappeared into the nightclub.
The VIP lounge was just as Qie Xeiling expected. It was decorated in shades of black and gold, with plush sofas and dim lighting. Men and women were sitting around, smoking cigars and sipping on expensive whiskey. They all looked at Qie Xieling when he entered, and he could feel their eyes scanning him from head to toe but he didn’t take it to heart.
Lee Ya led him to a private table in the corner of the room, and they both sat down. "I know you missed me," she said, smiling at him. "You know you didn’t have to go through all of this to get my attention." Qie Xieling wanted to refute her but when he recalled why he was here in the first place he let it go.
Lee Ya’s assistant offered him a cigar but he refused. When they poured him a shot he thanked them and downed it. His face grimaced from the taste as he slammed the shot glass on the table.
"How is it? Strong, right?" said Lee Ya finding it amusing.
