Chapter 438: 172 Wild Blueberry_1
 

“It’s not high level; they’re all amateurs,” Xiao Bingwen said softly, and it was precisely because of this that no one expected issues to arise. “There are nine racers. Chael likes the number nine, just completing the race is enough.”

Xu Nanjing found three capable racers, one of whom was his most trusted Xiaoguo, while Xiao Bingwen had people keeping an eye on the other two, excluding Xu Nanjing’s most trusted Xiaoguo.

Chael may act like brothers with Xu Nanjing, but striking a business deal wasn’t easy, or else Xu Nanjing wouldn’t have gone to such great lengths to construct a racetrack.

How important it was to accompany Chael goes without saying; even Xu Nanjing was on edge. Despite having invested so much to raise the caliber, they were one short at the final moment.

And on the crucial number “nine” at that.

Bai Lian turned off the app on her phone and slowly flexed her wrist, “Then I can do it.”

Xiao Bingwen was pondering the likelihood of finding a substitute to complete the full race when he heard Bai Lian’s statement, “What?”

He looked Bai Lian up and down. Compared to Jiang Fulai, Bai Lian was undoubtedly more introverted, with a loose white shirt on her exuding a mysterious artist vibe.

So much so that when Bai Lian spoke, Xiao Bingwen never associated her with riding a motorcycle.

**

Inside the house.

Jiang Fulai was wearing a casual white jacket today, his naturally stern aura more prominent. His gaze solely on Bai Lian, the corner of his lips tensed, “No.”

Xu Nanjing too was startled by Bai Lian’s words, “Little sister Bai Lian? This is a motorcycle we’re talking about!”

If there were many willing to ride tonight, Xu Nanjing wouldn’t have been in such a passive position.

He had even thought about letting that substitute who couldn’t finish the race take part.

Even though they weren’t race bikes, the motorcycles Xu Nanjing prepared for today also had 1000cc engines, although their top speeds didn’t reach that of professional race bikes.

Inherently dangerous.

Not to mention Jiang Fulai, Xu Nanjing also would not let Bai Lian ride, and given Bai Lian’s appearance, she hardly looked like someone who could ride a motorcycle.

Bai Lian nodded, “I’m aware, I can ride.”

The timing was off, but when Bai Lian said she could ride a motorcycle, Xu Nanjing too was incredibly surprised, “Next time I’ll take you for a ride, let’s forget about today; this isn’t a joke.”

Moreover, Xu Nanjing didn’t dare look back at Jiang Fulai beside him; he felt the chill coming from Jiang exude almost visibly.

Real racing was a rider’s game; they were not afraid of death.

Xu Nanjing was a true car enthusiast and understood the dangers involved.

“Don’t you need someone familiar with the Panshan Highway?” Bai Lian’s gaze drifted towards the race track outside, she made a rough estimate, “I’ve run this track no less than a hundred times; I could do it with my eyes closed.”

Jiang Fulai’s expression darkened, “When did you run it?”

“I used to run it a lot in the beginning,” Bai Lian knew who really called the shots among them, “Now I’ve been focusing on studying mostly, but I’ll be careful; it’s been a long time since I last ran.”

“After all,” Bai Lian redirected her gaze, her dark pupils turned to Jiang Fulai, her voice almost imperceptible, “…I value my life highly now.”

Jiang Fulai just stood in front of her, knowing a little about motorcycles because Xu Nanjing liked them.

An outsider like him only sensed danger, the kind where one mistake at that speed was irreversible.

He looked steadily at Bai Lian, “Be careful.”

Xu Nanjing had thought that Jiang Fulai would be the most determined to stop Bai Lian, but in the end, it was Jiang Fulai who was the most indulgent.

“Nanjing,” Xiao Bingwen watched Bai Lian go to get changed and grab a helmet, feeling very uneasy, “Are you sure it’s okay?”

Xu Nanjing pulled out a cigarette, his gaze resting on Jiang Fulai in front of him; the usual relaxed air about him was absent, “I don’t know.”

If it hadn’t been for Bai Lian speaking up today, he wouldn’t have had any clue that she could ride motorcycles.

**

Downstairs.

The starting race track.

7:25.

Xu Nanjing went downstairs to greet Chael, a foreigner with chestnut hair and deep brown eyes. Xu Nanjing communicated fluently in English, “Sorry, we had a little problem with our people, but they will be here shortly.”

Chael held a champagne glass in one hand, his eyes squinting a bit as he observed Xu Nanjing, “Alright.”

Xu Nanjing watched Chael’s expression closely, his heart sinking slightly, realizing that someone had already informed Chael about the issue in advance.

The eight motorcycles ahead — orange, fiery red, ice blue…

Each motorcycle had a person standing beside it.

In the cheering crowd, a person in a fisherman’s hat pressed an earpiece, bowed his head, “They haven’t put up a substitute.”