The Tempting Road to Becoming an Official

Gao Chuan's death must have been suspicious.

As the perpetrator who had hit Gao Chuan, Liang Abao must know something.

As long as he could reveal the truth, the greatest threat caused by Tan Yandong's death could also be smoothly resolved.

This was good news.

Chen Fang quickly got dressed.

He was just about to leave when the phone rang.

It was Luo Lan calling, to his surprise.

If it weren't for last night's incident, Chen Fang would have pretended not to see this call.

But now it was different.

Although Zhu Xiaojiu had paid a price.

The mastermind behind it all, Zhao Shoujiang, was still at large.

This was something he didn't want to let go so easily.

"Sister, what's up?"

Chen Fang asked.

"Little brother, are you free right now?"

"You tell me, what's the matter?"

"I found out where Zhao Xixi is."

Zhao Xixi?

Zhao Shoujiang's daughter?

"Where is she?"

Chen Fang asked.

Luo Lan said, "On Wanfu Road, there's a shop called Guangwei Motorcycles—it's run by Zhao Xixi."

"Okay, thanks sis. I'll handle Zhao Xixi's matter."

He hung up the phone.

Chen Fang pondered for a moment.

He had Wen Mei go to the prison alone; he had to resolve the immediate crisis first.

If Gao Chuan's death was a time bomb, then Zhao Shoujiang was a bomb that could explode at any moment.

Zhu Xiaojiu's incident had cost him without the ability to retort.

He couldn't just let it slide.

Who knows what mischief he might be plotting now?

Thus, Chen Fang had to take the initiative.

"Hello boss, are you looking to buy a bike?"

Just as Chen Fang got out of the car at the shop entrance, a young girl with a nose ring came over and said enthusiastically.

"I'm not here to buy a bike; I'm looking for someone."

Upon hearing this.

The girl's enthusiasm faded instantly.

Her eyes scanned over Chen Fang's body dismissively before she walked away.

The shop wasn't big, just about sixty or seventy square meters, and inside were arranged a dozen or so motorcycles, all quite pricey.

Three or four youth in odd attire were gathered, chatting about something.

The appearance of Chen Fang caught their attention.

After all, those who could afford such bikes didn't dress as formally as Chen Fang.

"You, looking around like that, what are you after?"

Suddenly.

A tall man in the middle stood up and barked at Chen Fang.

The man seemed to be in his early twenties, about the same height as Chen Fang, so probably over one meter eighty.

He was dressed in a full set of motorcycle gear and holding what looked like an expensive helmet.

On the exposed part of his neck, there was a clearly visible tattoo.

Chen Fang pointed at himself and asked, "Are you asking me?"

"Who else would I be asking? What do you want?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Who?"

"I'm looking for Zhao Xixi."

Upon hearing this name.

The four young men exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

One of them with dyed blond hair sneered and said, "Knife Sister's name is not for you to call. Roll back to where you came from, don't fucking strut around here."

"Got quite the temper? I bet you're peeing quite yellow recently?"

Chen Fang said with a smile.

The blond-haired guy became furious at once.

He rushed right up to Chen Fang, posturing arrogantly and asked, "Kid, you dare talk to me like that? Do you know who I am?"

"What, your mom didn't tell you who you are?"

Chen Fang asked.

"Hahaha..."

When the crowd heard this, they followed with a burst of laughter.

With that laugh, Blondie had no place to put his face.

Picking up a wrench beside him, he hurled it at Chen Fang.

Chen Fang wasn't flustered; with a slight sidestep, he dodged it.

The wrench didn't hit him and instead smashed the mirror of a motorcycle nearby with a clang.

"Tsk tsk tsk, such a nice bike, ruined."

Chen Fang clicked his tongue.

Seeing this, Blondie yelled at his people behind him, "What are you standing around for? Get him!"

At that command, the other onlookers sprang into action, grabbing whatever was handy, and just as they were about to swarm Chen Fang, a woman's voice came from above: "What's all this noise? Scram to the side!"

The gang obediently stood still, halted by the scolding.

Chen Fang looked up.

He saw a woman standing on the balcony.

She looked to be just over twenty.

She wore a tight leather jacket on top and a pair of black skinny leather pants below.

Not very tall, probably around one sixty-five or so.

But those legs, they took up a third of her body proportions.

Truly a pair of extraordinary long legs.

"Are you looking for me?"

The woman asked.

Chen Fang smiled slightly and said, "If you're Zhao Xixi, then I'm looking for you."

The woman said you wait here.

And then she walked down the stairs.

When she stood in front of him.

Chen Fang's mind couldn't help but wonder.

Zhao Shoujiang was undistinguished in appearance, but he sure had a stunning daughter.

This cold, frosty face, she's on par with Wen Mei now.

If you'd call Wen Mei pure, then this Zhao Xixi in front of me could be described in one word: "cool."

Beautiful and cool.

"What do you want with me?"

Zhao Xixi leaned against a motorcycle and asked indifferently.

"A race!"

Chen Fang said.

Zhao Xixi's aloof gaze suddenly lit up, her beautiful eyes sized up Chen Fang and she asked, "A race? Are you sure?"

"Absolutely sure, otherwise wouldn't my trip here be wasted?"

Chen Fang said.

Zhao Xixi chuckled coldly and said, "Since you've come to challenge me, you should know my rules."

"Of course."

Chen Fang finished.

He opened the bag he carried.

He took out three stacks of cash and said, "Here's thirty thousand. If you win, the money's yours."

Before coming, Chen Fang had already gotten the scoop on Zhao Xixi from Luo Lan.

After graduating from college, Zhao Shoujiang originally arranged for her to work in a bank, but Zhao Xixi always did her own thing, directly opposing her father.

She opened this motorcycle shop outside, hanging around with some unsavory characters, racing with others when she had nothing else to do.

In a nutshell.

Whatever Zhao Shoujiang didn't like, she'd do.

Usually, a bet for a race was only about three thousand yuan. Chen Fang putting down thirty thousand all at once did indeed surprise Zhao Xixi.

Money delivered to your doorstep, why not take it?

Just as she was about to reach for the money, Chen Fang suddenly pulled it back.

"What if I win?"

He asked.

"Hahaha..."

The four men behind her burst into laughter.

Especially Blondie.

He sneered, "You win? What a joke. Do you know who my Sister Dao is? The racing god of Huang Longshan!"

"What if I win?"

Chen Fang paid no attention to Blondie, but shook the money in his hand and asked again.

Zhao Xixi said coldly, "If you win, name your terms!"

Chen Fang nodded and said, "If I win, you spend the night with me."