“YAAAY… the car is flying! Daddy, you’re so awesome!”

  Su Xiaobei was beside herself with excitement and cheering on Xiao Luo without the slightest hint of fear on her face, and was thrilled to be a part of this high-octane car chase. In sharp contrast, Su Canye, seated next to her, had his eyes shut tight and wore an expression full of terror and despair.

  Xiao Luo was in the zone, entirely focused on his driving. Nervelessly, he negotiated the car into the sharp turn then pulled the handbrakes the moment the car was about to enter the bend, swinging the rear of the car to align with the direction of the corner, while simultaneously controlling the foot pedals with his “heel-and-toe” to maintain the revs in his engine, and then controlled the slide with the steering wheel into the opposite direction. The front wheels of the black Trumpchi SUV skidded close to the double yellow line, still going at the same speed, but the car was in total control as Xiao Luo maneuvered it, sliding smoothly into the turn like it was on a sheet of ice.

  Despite his eyes being closed, Su Canye could feel the excellent control the vehicle was being driven with. As a racing enthusiast, he was thoroughly familiar with this exhilarating technique of driving, and the word immediately popped up in his mind—drifting.

  He opened his eyes slightly at first, then his eyes widened in bewilderment. The tires were screeching as the nose of the car aligned with the bend.

  Holy shaite…

  He’s really drifting!

  This was no sports car, but a large 5-door SUV. How can he possibly be drifting, and what’s more, doing it so brilliantly?

  Su Canye’s eyes were watery, and his lips quivered as if he had witnessed something magical.

  With its all-wheel-drive engaged, the front of the car kept within with the double yellow line. If this was a race on the Wild Wolf Mountain, the car would easily be drifting along the inner circle.

  The SUV negotiated the sharp bend safely, and Xiao Luo immediately lowered the handbrake lever, turned the steering wheel back, and then slammed on the accelerator.

  The revs kicked in as Xiao Luo shifted gear and was bearing down the straight road at an incredible speed. The SUV streaked forward like an arrow without any stutter, and Su Canye hardly felt the change in gears. It was all accomplished in one smooth and steady transition.

  Su Canye was astounded that his brother-in-law was such a driver of the highest caliber. His driving skills were unsurpassed, and he was literally a drifting god!

  Another sharp turn was coming up ahead. This time, Su Canye was as cool as a cucumber, and he was eager to watch Xiao Luo’s handling in every detail.

  100 meters…

  50 meters…

  15 meters…

  Here it comes!!!

  Su Canye was silently working out the car’s distance from the next bend. At the instant Xiao Luo prepared to negotiate the sharp bend, Su Canye was in full concentration.

  Xiao Luo’s face was a picture of calm, like the surface of a still lake with barely a ripple. He pulled the handbrake, stepped on the foot pedals, and controlled the steering wheel with great skill, first, into the turn, then in the opposite direction. The SUV held its speed, and once again, its rear swung across as it glided sideways into the drift.

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  The graceful arc of motion…

  The consummate control…

  And perfect execution of the drift!

  Su Canye couldn’t believe his own eyes, and who would have thought that this ice-faced brother-in-law of his could actually control the drift of his car so well. The vehicle was a front-wheel-drive SUV, and what’s more, it had not been tinkered with, but yet it could drift into a sharp bend without spinning out of control. Xiao Luo’s skills in handling the car were nothing short of godly.

  “Didn’t this guy say that he can’t race?”

  Su Canye muttered to himself as he glanced fleetingly at Xiao Luo.

  …

  …

  After an incredible chase through the winding road that included two sharp corners, the black Trumpchi finally caught up with the four bikers.

  Xiao Luo sped up to go alongside the bearded biker who spat earlier and wound down the car window.

  When the biker realized who it was, his eyes widened in shock as if he had just seen a monster. He cursed and wondered if he had just seen a ghost.

  The thrill of riding a motorcycle was to experience the sensation of freedom, and speed—the ease with which a biker could overtake other vehicles was exhilarating. Except for supercars, no other vehicles could easily catch up with them even on the straight, let alone on this road with many cars.

  “Pull up to the side,” Xiao Luo said.

  “Bloody chink, are you crazy? Who do you think you are screaming at me, are you thinking of racing me? Do you have what it takes?” the bearded biker yelled.

  Within moments, the biker found a nasty-looking muzzle pointed at his head. The man holding the gun had a chilling look in his eyes that quickly relayed his intention to kill if his instructions were not followed.

  Xiao Luo raised his voice and warned, “Pull up now!”

  “Okay, okay, take it easy,” the biker responded, he quickly slowed down his motorcycle with fear written all over his face.

  The bearded biker was not the only one in fear, for Su Canye was shuddering next to Xiao Luo, equally frightened. Never did he expect to see Xiao Luo pulling out a gun from underneath his seat.

  “Gulp!”

  Swallowing down his saliva with some difficulty, Su Canye suddenly realized that his ice-faced brother-in-law was an enigmatic man, not one that could be judged by appearance alone. He had a large mean-looking gun in his hand and waved it around like he was about to kill someone. Private possession of arms and ammunition was illegal in their country and was a jailable offense. So, just where did he get his hands on one?

  “Yay, Daddy, you caught up with the bad guy!”

  Su Xiaobei didn’t think much of the gun; she only felt the excitement of the chase and probably thought this was all a game of Police Pursuit. Now that they’ve caught the “thief,” it was definitely worth a cheer.

  The four bikers pulled up by the side of the road, and Xiao Luo stopped his car behind them.

  He opened the door and got off with the gun in hand. It was a Desert Eagle handgun that the NSA had assigned to him and was chambered for large caliber rounds.

  The expressions of the four bikers changed instantly, and their eyes were filled with terror as they looked at Xiao Luo, especially the bearded biker who caused the trouble in the first place. He was in a state of utter shock and trepidation as he sat on his bike, devoid of his earlier arrogance.

  “Hey, Mister, calm down, okay. He didn’t do it on purpose. I will apologize on his behalf. Sorry, man, we’re really sorry…”

  An older man came forward to speak to Xiao Luo, and he was relatively calm. He quickly greeted Xiao Luo humbly with a low posture and was constantly bowing and apologizing to calm him down. No one would’ve believed that this was the same group of arrogant people who had behaved like hooligans a while ago.

  “Can one man’s apology be made by another?”

  Xiao Luo spoke in fluent English. He stood motionless as his wrathful eyes swept across ominously to the bearded biker who spat on his car window.

  The older man was shaken, and he had no doubt that they’d bumped into a formidable character. This local standing before him looked like he was bold enough to shoot them without a second thought. Even from a distance, he could feel the bloodlust given off from his aura.

  The older man gestured to the bearded biker and said, “Johnny, come over here and apologize to this gentleman.”

  The bearded biker immediately ran over with a bent posture and bowed deeply to Xiao Luo. “I’m sorry, Sir. It was my fault, please forgive me!”

  Xiao Luo glared at him impassively, then placed his hand on the biker’s shoulder and squeezed.

  The bearded biker shrieked in agony and fell to his knees with a thud, and so forcefully did he hit the ground, that he felt like his kneecap had fractured. His face was distorted by the intense pain and took the shade of pork liver as sweat poured from his forehead.

  Xiao Luo snorted and said, “In my country, you need to be on your knees when you apologize. It makes it more sincere.”

  The other three bikers dared not to say a thing and shuddered as they thought about their friend’s bad luck provoking such a frightening person.

  The bearded biker lifted his head and looked at Xiao Luo in terror, and he was almost weeping, but no tears fell.

  Xiao Luo tapped his shoulder with his gun and then pointed toward the car. “Go wipe off your spit from my car,” he said, “wipe it clean with your hands.”

  “Mister, this is not Chinese hospitality. We were wrong, and we have already apologized. What you’re asking is outrageous, I have the right to report you to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs,” the older man said, expressing his strong dissatisfaction.

  Xiao Luo glared at him and snarled, “You are living in your dreams. I’m giving him two options, either he takes my bullet or wipes that disgusting thing off with his bare hands.”

  A man of honor would know what must be done and what must not be. Xiao Luo never once thought of himself as a man of honor, nor a good person. These four men had upset him, and he intended to return the favor.

  “I oppose it!”

  BAM!

  Xiao Luo kicked the older man without hesitation, and he was left wailing miserably on the ground.

  It seemed this was the only way to educate these hooligans on behaving like a human being. He glanced at the bearded biker, who instantly shivered in fear, burst out in cold sweat, and repeatedly nodded like a chick pecking on grains. “I… I-I’ll wipe it off with my hands. I’ll wipe it clean with my hands, please…”

  …