X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 149 - 144: The Legendary Death Race

Wang Bingbing’s phone chimed with a notification, and when she opened her inbox, it was a message from an unknown number. By the time she looked up, Ye Tian had disappeared.

"Damn Ye Tian, just brushing me off like that! Does he even have a heart, not caring about others at all! This is infuriating!" Wang Bingbing stamped her foot in anger.

"Oh no, I forgot to tell him. The Fire Virtue Gang are all into street racing, he has to be careful. I really hope he doesn’t get himself killed in a crash," Wang Bingbing suddenly remembered this and said with regret.

The Red Flag Steel Factory was an abandoned factory far from the city center. It was built in the early days of economic reform and had weathered half a century; it was now desolate.

Ye Tian drove the McLaren 570 through the city center, and after 15 minutes, he reached the urban-rural fringe. Nowadays, highways connecting urban and rural areas are built throughout the country, with cement roads facilitating the travel between city and countryside, so naturally, the McLaren could pick up speed easily.

Wang Bingbing’s map wasn’t detailed, just a rough route. Ye Tian arrived at a place called Dong Feng Town. With numerous intersections just like cow hair, finding the right road to the steel factory was not easy.

Thirty years ago, everyone knew the Red Flag Steel Factory, a famous old state-owned enterprise. But times had changed, and Ye Tian had to ask around.

After questioning a local, Ye Tian finally found the right way.

The McLaren revved up once more, heading towards the desolate northwest. As he drove on, a dilapidated factory could vaguely be seen in a mountain hollow ahead. It covered a vast area and was overgrown with weeds—this appeared to be the Red Flag Factory.

Interestingly, although the place was desolate, with no villages in front and no shops behind, the rural roads had been well-constructed. Especially past the Dong Feng Town section, the cement road suddenly turned into asphalt, and the narrow single lane expanded to four lanes.

Ye Tian floored it on the asphalt road, and the McLaren’s speed soared to 120 mph. The supercar joyfully raced on the wild road, with the classic countryside scenery of undulating hills and a refreshing autumn breeze outside the windows—utterly carefree and leisurely.

Suddenly, the roaring of a motorcycle engine came from behind, and a silver sports car whizzed past the McLaren’s side. This jerk passed without sounding a horn or signaling with a turn light. Ye Tian, who had been immersed in the rural scenery, immediately frowned.

In the fleeting moment as they passed each other, Ye Tian clearly saw the occupants of the other car. A handsome young man sat behind the wheel, exuding the air of a rich playboy, while a slender girl sat in the passenger seat, strikingly beautiful and dazzling.

Oddly enough, Ye Tian actually knew the girl, and their relationship was not shallow—it was the stunning Liu Fei’er.

The silver sports car roared past and vanished from Ye Tian’s field of vision. He estimated that its speed was at least 140 mph. Considering this was a mountainous road, driving that fast was definitely playing with death.

Following right behind that car, three more luxury sports cars sped past, all extravagant imported supercars going recklessly fast, overtaking without any warning, whooshing past the McLaren.

Maybe these people thought that someone driving a McLaren here must be up for racing, and since it was going so slow, of course, they’d overtake without discussion.

Ye Tian glanced over and saw that they were driving Porsches, Aston Martins, and at the very least, Jaguar F-series—the cheapest among them worth at least a million. All drivers were in their early twenties, with a beauty accompanying each in the passenger seat—luxury cars and beautiful girls, a lavish lifestyle. Their cars were not something ordinary people could afford; without asking, they must all be rich heirs.

"These dumbass rich second-generation punks, really full of themselves, just like seeking thrills, huh? Have the guts to go enlist in the military then, could even serve the country, what’s the use of showing off driving skills," Ye Tian scoffed.

Ye Tian shook his head with a wry smile, "Liu Fei’er, that little girl, is actually mixed up in this too, meddling in these affairs. She’s out of control."

The McLaren continued forward at a steady speed of 80 mph, slowly descending the mountain road, and arriving near the Red Flag Steel Factory.

Speaking of coincidences, as the McLaren turned left to the entrance of the Red Flag Steel Factory, without the tall wild grass blocking the view anymore, the scenery suddenly opened up.

In front of the rusty factory doors, more than a dozen supercars were parked; their streamlined bodies shimmered under the sunset, matching perfectly with the decaying steel factory in the backdrop—a picture of post-modern decay.

The rich heirs in jeans and leather jackets either wrapped their arms around the girls next to them or leaned against their beloved cars, striking various cool poses, a cigar between their lips, spouting shameless flirtatious remarks, making the girls giggle uncontrollably.

The girls were all dressed in miniskirts, with only bras on the top, revealing deep cleavage. The heirs’ hands would sometimes smack the girls’ bottoms, causing them to jump up and squeal; to the uninformed, it might seem like they were at a brothel.

Ye Tian parked the McLaren to the side and slowly got out of the car, only to hear people murmuring around him.

"Damn, so this car is driven by this ****? He was so slow, always blocking my way. I really wanted to ram him at that moment."

"Such a waste of a luxury car, letting him drive it is an embarrassment. He also came to participate in the death race with that level of skill—he really has a thicker face than a city wall."

"Can you guys stop mocking them, huh? They clearly know they’re dead last, yet they still have the guts to compete. I bow down to that courage, hahaha!"

Pulling out a cigarette, Ye Tian’s face was expressionless as he struck a match and walked into the steel factory.

The rich second generations’ comments, he had naturally heard them, but unlike some dogs that bite randomly, Ye Tian, who was well-mannered, did not respond with biting mockery the first time he met someone. He just chuckled, a sort of indifferent response.

Then suddenly, a voice came from behind: "Ye Tian, so you’re here for the death race too!"

Ye Tian abruptly turned around and saw Liu Fei’er running towards him. The young girl’s cheeks were slightly flushed, and she looked down, too shy to meet his eyes. Her close gesture made the rich second generations quite irritated, especially the young man in the black leather jacket.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this young man was the one sitting in the driver’s seat earlier, the same one who had driven Liu Fei’er here.

Today, Liu Fei’er dressed particularly beautifully. A pure white lace blouse paired with blue pencil pants, the attire was not only sensible but also juxtaposed her fair complexion, enhancing her delicate and lovely appearance.

She ran up to Ye Tian and said, "So you like racing too? Wow, is this your car? It’s really pretty."

"Heh, I’m not here to race, just happened to be around for some errands," shrugged Ye Tian.

A lady wearing high heels and short shorts approached, her eyes lit up at the sight of Ye Tian’s McLaren. She clasped Liu Fei’er’s hand and asked, "Fei’er, is this your friend? He’s so handsome, can you introduce us?"

"This is Ye Tian, my friend, and this is my colleague," Liu Fei’er made a brief introduction, sparing details about anything else.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Wang Nana." The lady in short shorts extended her hand.

Ye Tian nodded and shook her hand, immediately feeling something was off. The girl was tickling his palm. Seeing her foxy grin, it was clear she mistook him for a rich second generation, planning to latch onto him and become a wealthy lady.

"You guys chat. I’ve got things to attend to. I’ll be going." Ye Tian didn’t have a good impression of Liu Fei’er’s colleague and excused himself to leave on the spot.

Liu Fei’er watched him leave reluctantly. She had only just seen Ye Tian and hadn’t had the chance to talk much before he was walking away. Didn’t Ye Tian have any heart?

"Tsk tsk, the first round of the race is about to start, where are you going? Are you scared of losing, afraid to compete?" mocked a man’s voice as Ye Tian took his first steps.

Liu Fei’er’s brows knitted together: "Ren Jun, stop it. Ye Tian has things to do, and besides, he isn’t here for the racing."

The man named Ren Jun scoffed, with an air of disdain, "Here to do errands? Heh, who are you kidding? Don’t tell me he’s here to buy the Red Flag Steel Factory, hahaha!"

Ye Tian furrowed his brows. He wasn’t familiar with this Ren Jun, and the guy was throwing unsolicited jabs at him. These rich second generations were really something else.

"Hey, kid, dare to race with me?" Ren Jun challenged.

"Sorry, I’m not interested in kids’ games. Have fun by yourselves," Ye Tian replied dismissively and turned to walk away.

Ren Jun’s face darkened. Pointing at Ye Tian’s retreating figure, he shouted, "Kid, if you really have the guts, race me. Do you dare?"

Ye Tian didn’t even look back. With his back to Ren Jun, he walked into the abandoned Red Flag Steel Factory without saying a word, soon disappearing from everyone’s sight.

For those who only knew how to squander their parents’ wealth, Ye Tian felt it was beneath him to say another word. There was nothing to discuss with such people. The more you engage with them, the more they show off.

After Ye Tian left, Liu Fei’er was visibly unsettled.

She came here because Ren Jun mentioned there would be a death race. Girls like thrills too, and Liu Fei’er had an irresistible love for motorcycles. So when Ren Jun invited her to watch the race, she didn’t think twice and agreed right away.

But in Liu Fei’er’s eyes, Ye Tian was more thrilling than motorcycles. Like a spell, he held an endless attraction, impossible for her to resist.

"Feifei, the first round is about to start, get in the car or we’ll be late," urged Ren Jun. But Liu Fei’er still gazed towards the steel factory, seemingly waiting for someone to appear, ignoring his words.

Ren Jun furrowed his brows, thinking what was so great about that guy? He just drove a McLaren, barely better than his own Aston Martin. So it was about money? His family was loaded. He’d soon sweet-talk his old man into buying him a Ferrari. Then he’d show everyone who’s boss.