Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

After circling around the Eagle Mountain Circuit once, the race descends from the back mountain and returns to the starting point, which is also the finish line.

When George's No. 9 Ferrari crossed the finish line with a stylish yet fierce posture, everyone cheered.

George slowly rolled down the car window, stretched out a hand to greet everyone, and accepted their cheers.

His calm, domineering, yet modest demeanor won the favor of many affluent heirs.

This legendary cowardly prince, who nonetheless fancied himself a racer, finally showcased his edge.

Stina brought a bottle of mineral water and a towel and approached.

Under everyone's gaze, she unabashedly helped George wipe the sweat off his face.

In fact, the sweat on George's face was cold sweat from fear.

However, in everyone's eyes, it was the result of his valiant effort in seizing the championship.

Not far away, Yang Fei silently appeared under the sunshade, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

Watching George get out of the car, raising his hands to accept the crowd's cheers, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"This hapless prince is timid in racing, but when it comes to pretending and playing politics, he's a top-notch expert."

Just then, Kahn drove the Ferrari from behind and charged up. Yang Fei glanced at his watch and couldn't help but smirk.

This guy was a full forty-seven seconds behind.

The crowd went up to him, cheering and celebrating Kahn's second place win.

Kahn's father, Lester, is a big shot in the military, so no one can say how much truth there is in the cheers and praise.

Kahn got out of the car, raised his hands to accept the cheers and congratulations, then strode towards George.

A fitting yet humble smile appeared on George's face as he opened his arms and hugged Kahn.

Kahn, taking advantage of the hug, whispered in George's ear.

"Congratulations on winning, Prince, I am deeply impressed."

Then, taking advantage of the noisy crowd, Kahn whispered again.

"What happened today, I will report to my father. Everything will be decided by him."

George nodded, his voice lowered: "Alright, I await good news."

After the race ended, everyone drove away from the Eagle Mountain Circuit.

This is the Royal Racecourse, only members of the Royal Family are eligible to stay here.

After such a race, George was deeply impressed by Yang Fei.

He personally put his arm around Yang Fei's shoulder and invited him to sit down.

Then, George bowed deeply to Yang Fei.

"Jack, this time I am truly convinced. You are not only a genius engineer but also an outstanding racer."

"I would like to become your apprentice and learn racing from you, would you accept me as your student?"

Stina, standing behind George, kept winking at Yang Fei, signaling him to accept George.

Yang Fei chuckled, "Your Royal Highness is too kind. We can have a duel sometimes, but as for becoming a master, that's unnecessary."

George shook his head, "No, Mr. Jack, I sincerely wish to apprentice under you, please don't refuse."

Yang Fei declined repeatedly, but George insisted, so Yang Fei went along with it and agreed.

He was delighted in his heart, as having this identity would allow him to gradually approach the Greenworth Royal Laboratory.

The efforts of tonight's Kung Fu were not in vain.

Seeing Yang Fei agree, George took a deep breath.

"Mr. Jack, I'm really curious, how did you hone your racing skills? This isn't a game just anyone can play."

Yang Fei already knew George wouldn't let go of this question, and he smiled lightly.

"I come from Roshan City in the Mysterious Country. During college, I incurred a huge high-interest debt due to an investment failure."

"I had no choice but to become an underground racer to pay off the heavy debt. I'm not a professional racer, but I risked my life to attain my racing skills."

George was suddenly relieved.

Racers worldwide know that underground racing and gambling are prevalent in Roshan City in the Mysterious Country.

Due to the astonishingly high commissions, many famous racers go there to make money.

It was not difficult to understand Jack's amazing racing skills, considering he hails from Roshan's underground racing scene.

After Yang Fei finished speaking, he laughed at himself with a smile.

"In Roshan City, I have a nickname, 'Play with Life,' Risktaker Jack is me."

Remembering his dangerous yet exhilarating racing style, George couldn't help but shudder.

He shook his head with a wry smile.

"Jack, you are a genius racer, but I must admit, you truly give it all you've got."

Yang Fei shrugged at him, and the two laughed heartily together.

George and Yang Fei chatted for a while, discovering that this Risktaker Jack was knowledgeable and spoke elegantly.

He would occasionally swear, not appearing crude but rather extremely humorous.

This type of person could undoubtedly be considered a true gentleman, both in terms of his cultivation and insight.

After chatting for a while, George arranged to meet Yang Fei and Stina next time, then took his leave from them.

He left the Eagle Mountain Circuit under the protection of a group of Royal Guards.

Just after getting in the car, George dialed a mysterious number.

"Mr. Collison, I hope your Royal Intelligence Bureau can investigate someone for me."

"This person is Mr. Jack, the Technical Director of Spark Auto Modification Center, I want his full details."

After issuing the order, George hung up the phone, his gaze distant as he watched the passing lamp posts outside the windshield, lost in thought.

After George left, Stina also left the Eagle Mountain Circuit with Yang Fei.

Stina drove, looking at Yang Fei with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"Hmph, who would've thought you're also a racing master."

Yang Fei laughed gleefully, "Actually, I'm also a master in bed."

"The Thirty-Six Scatter Hands and Seventy-two Ultimate Techniques handed down from our ancestors are enough to make you blissful, care to try?"

Stina was momentarily stunned, then realized what he meant.

This audacious Pretty Boy was actually flirting with her, and her face immediately turned icy.

"Jack, do you know what they all call me?"

Yang Fei lazily appraised her.

"Tomboy? The well-endowed Demon King?"

Stina suddenly hit the brakes hard, turning her head sharply to glare at Yang Fei.

"I warn you, if you keep babbling nonsense, I'll throttle your neck and throw you out."

Yang Fei was startled, drawing out his voice.

"You really have no sense of humor at all. Don't worry, I'm not interested in tomboys like you."

Stina nearly ground her teeth to pieces, but before she could speak, Yang Fei sighed.

"I'm an engineer, racing is just a hobby, but my real expertise isn't in racing."

"I'm a true expert on love, and as I see it, your pursuit of George probably won't succeed."

Stina's heart trembled, then she tightly clenched her teeth.

"George and I are just friends, what are you talking about?"