"What does that have to do with me?" Wu Tian asked, holding his phone with a faint, mocking smile on his face.
I have to fight for my own glory. What does Nangong Yi have to do with any of it? Even if he beats that so-called God of Racing, what’s it to me, Wu Tian? Am I supposed to feel proud just because we work for the same corporation? Nangong Yi’s delusional fans are all nuts.
"You..." On the other end of the line, Bing Hong’s face flushed with anger. She found Wu Tian’s attitude unbearable. How could he be so antisocial?
Wu Tian hasn’t done anything wrong. So what if Nangong Yi won? What does his glory have to do with us? Lin Fa watched the scene unfold quietly.
Nangong Yi’s other fans, most of whom were female employees from the Qin Corporation, also drew closer. Of course, there were a few male employees who admired him as well.
"What? The Director of Logistics isn’t coming?"
"He actually hit Wei Chunhua. I guess he really has a temper."
The female employees were all displeased. They felt that since they adored Nangong Yi, everyone else should too.
Just then, Nangong Yi walked over. "What’s this? He isn’t coming?"
"That’s right," Bing Hong said, her face blushing as she gazed at Nangong Yi’s handsome features.
"Give me the phone," Nangong Yi demanded.
"Yes, Nangong Oppa," Bing Hong replied. Without even asking Lin Fa, she took his phone and handed it directly to Nangong Yi.
Nangong Yi relished the feeling of being worshipped by women. Taking the phone, he said, "Wu Tian, what’s the matter? You’re not coming to witness my moment of glory? Afraid you’ll get jealous?"
"Fine, I’ll be there." On the other end of the line, Wu Tian figured he was bored anyway and agreed. A peculiar fire, however, began to burn in his eyes.
Glory has always belonged to me, and me alone.
Qiuming Mountain was located on the outskirts of Yang City. Because it resembled a mountain from a famous anime, it had been chosen as a racing ground by the people of Yang City and its neighboring towns. The mountain road was famous for its many twists and turns, making it a favorite among thrill-seeking racers and motorsport enthusiasts.
Wu Tian looked at Xia Qian and said, "Let’s go to Qiuming Mountain. There’s an exciting race tonight. You might get to see driving on par with Schumacher."
"Bullshit," Xia Qian scoffed, unconvinced. Schumacher was one of the greatest racers of the modern era; in his sixteen-year career, he broke nearly every record. He was the undisputed God of Racing. However, Schumacher was currently in a coma. Even if he ever woke up, his legendary skills would likely be gone.
Wu Tian just smiled. "You have to believe me. Every word I say is true."
Xia Qian frowned slightly but nodded anyway, steering the Buick toward Qiuming Mountain.
Her driving skills were average, no different from a typical driver, so it took them three hours to arrive. During that time, Xia Qian had pressed Wu Tian for details about his life, especially what he had been doing during his four-year absence. She had investigated him before but, even with her resources, had found nothing about where he had been during that time.
Could he be in the military? Are his records classified and protected by the state?
Along the way, Xia Qian bought a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a disposable face mask.
When they reached Qiuming Mountain, Xia Qian remained in the car. The moment Wu Tian stepped out, Lin Fa hurried over to him. "Director, I think you should be careful. It can’t be anything good for Nangong Yi to suddenly summon you here."
Wu Tian nodded, indicating he felt the same way.
It’s like a weasel paying a New Year’s visit to a chicken... no, to a dragon. Absolutely courting death.


He shot a smug, provocative glance at Wu Tian, his eyes seeming to say, See that? That’s my supreme driving skill.
In my eyes, his driving is just so-so, Wu Tian thought, unimpressed.
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