Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 485 Life-Death Contract

Chapter 485: Chapter 485 Life-Death Contract

Imperial Capital’s Devil’s Gorge, located in the Western Suburbs.

There’s a large heavy motorcycle club here, funded by Lu Yan. It attracts tens of thousands of members, with an annual fee of a million.

To the wealthy heirs who indulge in heavy motorcycles, this one million fee is just a drop in the bucket.

The club is equipped with various heavy motorcycles, including modified models.

The starting and ending points of the Devil’s Gorge race track are at the entrance of the club, typically a round trip, using any means and methods possible; the first one to arrive wins.

The entire track is monitored by high-definition cameras, and the real-time footage is displayed on the club’s large screen for the audience to watch the intense scenes.

Some heirs seek thrills.

They generally don’t care for regular races, they prefer the bloody ones.

The Devil’s Gorge track is seldom opened throughout the year. Because many cherish their lives, but unexpectedly, tonight Lu Yan is personally entering the fray.

This heavy news shocked many of the Imperial Capital’s wealthy youths!

They rushed from various places to Devil’s Gorge club wanting to catch a glimpse!

All the lights of the club were turned on, as if it were daylight.

The noisy sound of motorcycles was incessant, with rich heirs playfully squeezing into short skirts, leaning against the bikes. The entire atmosphere was one of passionate impulsiveness and chaotic revelry.

At 9:30.

Lu Yan and Xu Yunye both selected appropriate motorcycles and drove to the starting point of Devil’s Gorge.

As soon as Lu Yan appeared, whistles were blown in the crowd: "Young Master Lu, who has the clout to have you personally compete?"

Lu Yan pointed to Xu Yunye, introducing him with ill intent: "Haicheng’s Xu Yunye."

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

"Xu Family’s Xu Yunye? His mom has love on her brain, and his dad is a murderer."

"Xu Yunye, do you know the level of our Young Master Lu? The top Glory Motorcycle Club in the world wants him as a racer. If it weren’t for Young Master Lu disliking the distance from home, he would’ve gone there already! What are you compared to that?"

Lu Yan hypocritically said to Xu Yunye: "If you concede now, you can still save your life. Just shout ’Qiao Xi is a cheap woman,’ how hard can that be? My racing skills are no joke."

Xu Yunye put on the protective helmet and fastened the buckle, revealing a pair of delicate and beautiful eyes.

His eyes were full of indifference.

His tone was light, "If I remember correctly, the country M’s Glory Club is only second in the world ranking."

Lu Yan was amused: "Only? The world’s number one TN Club hasn’t recruited new people for ten years. The most talented racers in these ten years have been at the Glory Club. You think I’m a vegetarian?"

Xu Yunye’s eyes were frosty, his attitude casual: "Is that so? Is it possible that the talents of those people are not outstanding enough?"

He glanced at Lu Yan.

Lu Yan laughed heartily; when he investigated Qiao Xi’s family background, he found that this Xu Family’s second son’s hobby was motorcycles, and he had never participated in any races.

Probably just an amateur.

Hearing his "naive" statement now further solidified his own thoughts.

He was just an ignorant rookie.

Lu Yan sarcastically said: "Xu Yunye, you can give up and beg for mercy at any time. Competing against you, I feel like I’m bullying."

Xu Yunye looked at him, the corners of his mouth faintly smiling: "Do you talk this much normally?"

"Since you’re seeking death, I won’t stop you."

Lu Yan gestured, and the referee brought up the Life-Death Contract.

This was an agreement where both sides undertook their responsibilities; whichever accidents, injuries, or deaths occurred during the race, the other party need not bear the risk.

But legally, this arrangement had no legal effect; it was merely the rules of the underworld.

In the eyes of these heirs, underworld rules and loyalty were more important.

Bets agreed upon have to be honored, otherwise, it’s difficult to mix in the circle later, and you would be laughed at.

Even someone of Lu Yan’s status was no exception.

Since it’s not their necks on the line, they of course chose to enjoy the spectacle more.

Whether it’s Lu Yan begging for mercy on his knees, or this young master from Haicheng, it would be explosive news. After all, Xu Yunye was half a person of the Liu Family, and the Liu Family from Haicheng was not to be trifled with.

The referee said, "Young masters, please sign and leave your thumbprints here."

Lu Yan picked up the pen and hastily scribbled his signature, then pressed his thumb into the red ink.

He looked disdainfully at Xu Yunye: "Your turn. Just a reminder, racing at Devil’s Gorge is no child’s play. If you die here, don’t come haunting me."

Xu Yunye took the Life-Death Contract without hesitation and signed it.

After checking, the referee nodded.

"The race starts in half an hour. Please conduct the final checks on your protective gear and motorcycles, and familiarize yourself with the route."

The giant screen quickly switched to a countdown, the pressure intense.

Lu Yan slowly put on his wrist guards, smiling, "This time is for you to prepare. I already know the Devil’s Gorge track like the back of my hand."

Xu Yunye ignored his mockery, tested his motorcycle, then leisurely went to familiarize himself with the racing segment of Devil’s Gorge.

Mocking voices followed him.

"With that speed, even an old lady on a tricycle would be faster!"

"The race hasn’t started yet, but the result is already clear. Brothers, should we even start betting?"

"Let’s do it! Tonight let’s not bet on win or lose; let’s bet whether Xu Yunye lives or dies."

This suggestion was met with a lot of agreement – betting on life and death was interesting.

Lu Yan directly bet ten million on Xu Yunye’s death.

"Wow, Lu is so determined. Looks like he’s forcing that kid into a dead end."

The roads in Devil’s Gorge are very narrow, with many curves.

There are no guardrails all around, making it easy to fall off the mountain. Once someone falls, there’s basically no rescue.

"I bet fifty thousand!"

"Stingy, I bet five hundred thousand that Xu Yunye won’t make it back alive."

"Then I’ll take a chance and place a small bet of ten thousand on him surviving."

These were just for adding fun to the game, high risk-high return, and not too regrettable if lost.

As more people joined in, the odds for betting on Xu Yunye surviving were extremely high, reaching one to seven.

Someone suggested: "If Xu Yunye really makes it back alive, everyone should record him kneeling down admitting defeat, calling Qiao Xi a wretch. We’ll post it to our social circles for a good laugh, let’s see how Haicheng’s rich second generation lifts their heads."

"True! People from Haicheng say that us from Imperial Capital lack taste, and we think they’re sissies!"

When it comes to regional differences, regardless of intense infighting, they are all united against outsiders.

Just like Haicheng.

Naturally, Haicheng’s circle hopes that Qiao Xi can emerge victorious at the needle trial conference to break the Lu Family’s control over the Chinese Medicine Community.

Whereas these wealthy young masters from the Imperial Capital always consider themselves at the center of power.

"Let’s really disgrace them!"

"I’ll have someone bring over a high-definition camera!"

"Who needs the trouble, our club has one. If we don’t get the video of Xu Yunye kneeling tonight, then we’ll send the high-definition video of his death in Devil’s Gorge to the Liu Family. They always brag about Haicheng Liu, Imperial Capital’s Bell!"

The one who proposed this was particularly malicious.

He exchanged a glance with Lu Yan, both noting the malice brimming in their eyes.

Xu Yunye arrived just in time to hear this last bit.

His gaze turned exceptionally cold, "Are you done with the nonsense?"

"What’s the rush?" Lu Yan, riding a branded, modified heavy motorcycle, lined up with him at the starting line, "Planning to send your death scene to the Liu Family, and you’re upset?"

He smirked and motioned with his chin towards the big screen showing the race countdown: "There, thirty seconds left. You still have time to regret, otherwise your only end is to kneel and curse Qiao Xi, and have your urn sent back to Haicheng."

Xu Yunye’s slightly elongated almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, fixating on the countdown in red on the screen.

The blood-red color.

Like a death sentence!

But who could guarantee that it was his life being hastened?

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