Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  Yang Yi nodded. “Okay.”


  Zhou Yixun drove back to the professional track when he was done dropping off Huo Yao. After parking the car, he walked over and nodded to Min Yu and Yang Yi. “Hi, Young Master Min, Yi.”


  Zhou Yixun did not dare to look at Min Yu and kept his head slightly lowered. He was clearly a little anxious.

  Yang Yi glanced at Zhou Yixun and said, “Did you find out anything about the woman’s background?”


  Zhou Yixun shook his head. “Nope. I don’t think she wants people to know about herself. Also, I reckon she only joined the race for the sake of money.”


  Yang Yi felt the same way. A group of foreigners came over from nearby. He narrowed his eyes and waved his hand. “Okay. You may leave.”


  Zhou Yixun nodded. He also saw those foreigners walking over with an aggressive aura. He trembled involuntarily before he hurriedly left.

  After Zhou Yixun had left, Yang Yi gave a few orders using the mic under his collar.

  Cruise was in the front as they approached them. He was giving off a threatening aura with five or six brawny men behind him. After he came close, he pointed to Min Yu and spoke in poor Mandarin. “How dare you cheat?”


  Min Yu stood with his hands behind him. He simply glanced at Cruise mildly without saying a word, but it was enough to send chills down Cruise’s back. In an instant, Yang Yi broke Cruise’s finger which he had been holding in midair.

  “How dare you point at my boss?”


  Yang Yi acted so swiftly that Cruise’s men were unable to react in time.

  Cruise was in great pain while Yang Yi stood there expressionlessly. Yang Yi paused before he laughed coldly and said, “You lost because she was better than you. Are you going back on your word now?”


  Cruise did not expect them to touch him. His finger was in excruciating pain as he retrieved his gun with his other hand. “Die!”


  Even though the gun was pointing at Yang Yi, he turned to train the gun at Min Yu in a split second. The moment he pulled the trigger, Yang Yi opened his eyes wide.

  However, no sound of gunfire could be heard. Min Yu was holding the muzzle. After he let go of the gun, the gun barrel and frame fell onto the ground.

  Cruise was stunned. He had heard that this man was very good at disassembling guns. No matter how complicated the weapon was, it was like tofu to Min Yu.

  “I want to see the stuff before 12:00 am tonight,” said Min Yu mildly without even glancing at Cruise. Then, he turned to get into the car.

  There was a cold murderous aura radiating from Min Yu.

  Yang Yi wiped his hands with a piece of tissue and threw it on the ground. He checked the time and raised his head to say equally coolly. “You have two hours to prepare.”


  The moment he finished his sentence, he got into the other car.

  Before long, Zhou Yixun’s racing team along with dozens of cars belonging to the Min family left in an orderly fashion.

  Only Cruise remained at the racecourse.

  “Boss, are we going to let them do this to us?” asked Cruise’s subordinate.

  Cruise’s face was so sinister that it looked scary. He set the finger Yang Yi had broken on his own. Other than a slight frown, it did not seem to hurt at all.

  Cruise lowered his head, glanced at the gun barrel, and said deeply, “Give it to them.”


  His subordinates looked at him inexplicably. “The material is very important to us. If we give it to them, how are we going to explain ourselves to the Weapons Bureau?”


  “Then do you want to die here?” Cruise rubbed his brow as he spoke. He raised his head and glanced at Andy who was nearby…… “Useless piece of shit. How could you lose to a woman?”