Chapter 68 - 68 068 - The Three-Ring Shibarō and the Flying Pigeon Brand Iron Donkey

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68: Chapter 068 – [The Three-Ring Shibarō and the Flying Pigeon Brand Iron Donkey] 68: Chapter 068 – [The Three-Ring Shibarō and the Flying Pigeon Brand Iron Donkey] “Chen Xijun?” Chu Xuanyu exclaimed in shock, his eyes blazing with intensity. Chen Xijun, the woman he longed for day and night, the woman he swore to have. When he was abroad, he would always imagine the Silver Dollar horses beneath him as Chen Xijun, thinking of her incessantly. Two years ago, Chu Xuanyu was involved in a car accident that killed someone, and Chu Xiuen pulled strings to find a scapegoat for him. At that time, Chen Xijun, who had just joined the police force and was fearless like a young calf unafraid of tigers, vowed to take down Chu Xuanyu. But she only kindled Chu Xuanyu’s desire to conquer; from that moment, he became infatuated with this fiery woman and secretly vowed to get her, though all his various strategies had no effect on Chen Xijun. “Young Master Chu, there seems to be a man in Chen’s police car!” a dandy informed him. “What?” Chu Xuanyu was stunned for a moment and then fixed his gaze, instantly spotting Ye Chenfeng inside Chen Xijun’s car. “Who is he?” Chu Xuanyu’s cold eyes flashed, and a formless rage gathered, as if to shatter everything. A dandy whispered, “Could he be Chen’s police flower’s boyfriend?” “Smack!” The response he got was a resounding slap, leaving the corner of his mouth bleeding. “Some things should not be said carelessly!” Chu Xuanyu’s icy voice came through. “Wow, a bunch of little dandies playing at racing, huh?” Inside the car, Ye Chenfeng smoked a cigarette, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw in the rearview mirror that five supercars were chasing after him like streaks of lightning. His heart sank immediately, and a flame flashed in his deep pupils. A Porsche 991, a Ferrari 900, and a Bentley Mulsanne, as well as two Lamborghinis. Such a combination of luxury cars was a rare sight among ordinary people, probably belonging to some rich kids showing off in a racing spree, Ye Chenfeng mocked to himself. Chen Xijun’s eyes, as clear as water, fixed on Ye Chenfeng, her lips curling into a slightly sinister smile. “Xijun, why are you looking at me like that? Could it be that you fancy me?” Ye Chenfeng asked. “Pah, I wouldn’t like you. I guess you often race cars, don’t you?” Chen Xijun suddenly asked. Chen Xijun was growing more suspicious of Ye Chenfeng, having caught the flash of brilliance in his deep eyes just now. There was definitely something mysterious about Ye Chenfeng’s identity! “Indeed, I often race cars!” Ye Chenfeng surprisingly nodded. Chen Xijun’s heart lifted with joy, feeling she had caught onto a clue. But the next second, Ye Chenfeng continued, “You’ve seen my vehicle, the Flying Pigeon brand iron donkey. I frequently race on it, and you saw it that day too. Those four-wheeled cars of yours simply can’t catch up, so please call me ‘the Speedster of the Third Ring!'” “You bastard!” Chen Xijun realized she’d been played by Ye Chenfeng once again. While they spoke, the Porsche 991 and Ferrari 900 suddenly zoomed past, with the Bentley Mulsanne close behind, forming an encirclement. Clever kids sure know how to play, huh! A sharp gleam flashed in Ye Chenfeng’s eyes as he suddenly grasped Chen Xijun’s smooth, white wrist, Electrified, Chen Xijun’s mind went blank. As she tried to struggle, her body lightened suddenly. Chen Xijun’s eyebrows knit together, her pretty face frosty, and she bit her lips gently, leaving a neat row of teeth marks on her full, red lips. “I’ll show you how to swagger, I’ll take you flying!” Before he finished speaking, Ye Chenfeng floored the accelerator. The Jeep Wrangler roared like a ferocious beast surging forward. “Come on!” Ye Chenfeng’s eyes sparkled with cold ferocity, his pupils filled with a bloodthirsty red light. “Let me go!” Chen Xijun’s blood pressure skyrocketed, the adrenaline pumping furiously, assaulting her senses, exhausting all her strength with those words. “A hundred!” Chen Xijun saw the speedometer and pressure gauge needles on the dashboard climbing rapidly, threatening to burst. Chen Xijun felt limp all over, her heart seemingly about to leap out of her throat. She glanced around, the scenery on both sides zoomed past as if drilling into her eyeballs, and she experienced the visuals pounding her brain with impact. Her insides felt like they were plastered to her back, causing Chen Xijun’s face to pale and provoking nausea. “Boom!” Ye Chenfeng’s eyes glowed, and he pushed the accelerator to the floor. The car was still accelerating, as other vehicles and pedestrians on the road hastily got out of the way. The insane speed made Chen Xijun’s heart constrict, her beautiful face devoid of any color. Ye Chenfeng turned the steering wheel sharply, and with a screeching sound, the car made a beautiful 180-degree handbrake turn. The speed didn’t reduce as he quickly redirected the car. The tires shrieked against the asphalt, whipping up black smoke, and the smell of burning rubber filled the air. “Ah!” Sёarᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Chen Xijun’s heart lurched again, her features tense, her jaws slackened, and she couldn’t even make a sound. “Two hundred!” In the blink of an eye, the car’s speed reached 200 miles per hour! Ye Chenfeng had circulated around only in a matter of seconds. He thought he had shaken off the three supercars, but there were still two Lamborghinis, which came barreling towards them the next moment, with the Bentley Mulsanne squeezing through a gap between two patches of greenery. “Interesting!” Ye Chenfeng’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile, wild vibrant colors dancing in his bewitching eyes. His hands created afterimages between the steering wheel and gearstick; the enhanced Jeep roared like a raging beast. After some time tuning, the enhanced Jeep now pushed to its limits, reaching an incredible Divine Level speed of 220 miles per hour. The tires fiercely rubbed against the road, kicking up suffocating smoke, with the screeching sound unrelenting, considerably wearing down the Jeep’s lifespan. “Boom!” The Jeep seemed as if it was floating above the ground, almost disintegrating, and Chen Xijun could even feel a sensation of weightlessness.

Chapter 68 - 68 068 - The Three-Ring Shibarō and the Flying Pigeon Brand Iron Donkey

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