X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 153 - 148: Losing the Wife and the Troops

Beauties in short shorts gathered around Ye Tian, chattering away. The second-generation rich kids in hip-hop attire looked up to him with reverence, bowing down like subjects to a lord.

Some went so far as to even offer their car keys to Ye Tian, saying that if he would take them as a disciple, the Camry would be his.

"Car god, teach me how to ride, yeah? How about a monthly salary of 100,000? No, make that 200,000, 300,000—just name your price as long as you agree. My family is loaded."

"Get lost, with your lame-ass talent, even having the car god as your mentor would be useless. Hey car god, what do you think about me? Will 600,000 do the trick?"

"Car god, car god, I want to have your monkeys!" Some brazen ***** of a beauty said, shaking her ***** in front of her chest.

No one knew who started it, but someone actually knelt before Ye Tian’s feet, shouting "car god," and with this person taking the lead, others began to follow suit. In no time, the ground outside the deserted steel factory was covered with kneeling rich kids decked in gold and silver, and hot, tempting ***** beauties, all chanting, "Car god, car god, car god!"

The scene was truly shocking.

Liu Fei’er looked at Ye Tian, feeling him even more imposing than before. Her colleague, Wang Nana, knelt on the hard concrete, enthusiastically shouting "car god," the loudest of them all.

Ren Jun watched all this, grinding his teeth. He had organized this deadly car rally race with the purpose of picking up girls, but now, he hadn’t managed to pick up a single one and was instead just making Ye Tian look good.

Ye Tian frowned, pushed these people away, and went straight up to Ren Jun to get to the point, "Ren Jun, is it? You took the wheels off my McLaren, and you scratched it up, didn’t you?"

Yun Xinyan had given the McLaren to Ye Tian as a gift, and this bastard had damaged the car. The financial loss was secondary; the emotional damage was far more significant.

"Nonsense! Which of your eyes saw it was me! With no proof, you dare to slander an innocent person, believe it or not, I can sue you for defamation?" Ren Jun shamelessly retorted.

A McLaren is worth over three million after all, and damaging it meant huge compensation, something he definitely did not want to pay, so of course, he wouldn’t be foolish enough to admit it himself. freeweɓnovel-cøm

Moreover, with Ye Tian’s popularity soaring at the moment, everyone was on good terms with him, treating him like a car god. Admitting to having tampered with the car at this juncture would be idiotic, and Ren Jun certainly didn’t want to incite public anger.

"Denying it, huh? Heh, a real man dares to act and accept responsibility. Just admit it, or else I’ll lose all respect for you," Ye Tian said as he took out a cigarette, placing it between his lips, his gaze somewhat cold, his figure somewhat lonely and desolate.

"Wow! Car god, you’re so cool!" A crazed fangirl screamed at the sight of Ye Tian lighting a cigarette, her hysterics flaring up on the spot.

Not just the crazed girl, but also Wang Nana and Liu Fei’er were filled with stars in their eyes, completely in awe.

"I didn’t do it, and I didn’t do it. If you continue to falsely accuse me, be careful or you’ll regret it!" Ren Jun coldly stated.

"Heh, still not admitting it, huh? You won’t shed tears until you see the coffin, right? Alright, in a moment, I’ll make you fully convinced."

Ye Tian scoffed, turned around, walked over and opened the McLaren’s door, and then got into the car. When he came out, he had a camera in hand.

"It’s a dashcam!"

Ren Jun was shocked at that moment. He hadn’t noticed it when he was damaging the car, but now, seeing Ye Tian pull out this gadget, his regret was overwhelming. No need to ask—Ye Tian had the dashcam as evidence, surely capturing his actions.

"Let’s talk it over, man. What are you doing with this? There must be some misunderstanding. Let’s, let’s go over there and talk," Ren Jun said, his face plastered with a smile, a stark change from his earlier attitude.

"A misunderstanding? Heh," Ye Tian let out a sarcastic laugh: "Let’s talk right here, why go over there?"

Saying this, he raised the dashcam, about to press the play button, and Ren Jun’s face turned an ashen hue. He hastily grabbed Ye Tian’s hand, pleading, "Bro, you’re my dear brother. Isn’t it enough that I admit I was wrong?"

"Now you know to call me ’bro’? Now you know you were wrong? Where was all this earlier?" Ye Tian retorted disdainfully.

Ren Jun was the type who was strong on the outside but weak on the inside, a complete coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong. He had been so full of himself until he saw Ye Tian present the evidence, at which point he immediately capitulated.

"So it was really him who smashed the car god’s car, that kid is so freaking malicious! To think I used to call him my bro." The rich kids cursed openly.

"Even daring to mess with the car god’s stuff, he must compensate! He absolutely has to pay up!" The beauties were also indignant.

At this point in the affair, Ren Jun had become the target of public scorn, everyone looked at him with contempt, some even spat at him, and most importantly, the beautiful Liu Fei’er had anger in her eyes, obviously displeased with him.

Ye Tian coolly stubbed out his cigarette and asked, "So, how do we settle this account?"

"How much do I have to pay you to make things right?" Ren Jun said, defeated.

A second-generation rich kid stood out and obviously knew cars. He said, "A McLaren 570S, with a market price of 3.2 million, has been wrecked like that by you. The repair costs could probably buy a new car. Why not just compensate the original price?"

Ye Tian nodded, "This proposal isn’t bad, let’s do it this way."

Then another hot beauty stood out, and Zhou Quan reminded, "Don’t forget the compensation for the champion’s emotional distress and lost earnings. That should be at least one million."

Ren Jun had to admit defeat this time and gritted his teeth, "Fine, I agree." He thought to himself that anyway he didn’t lack money; it was just 4.2 million, he’d just consider it a donation to poverty relief.

There and then, in front of everyone, Ren Jun wrote out a check for one million. Ye Tian glanced at the 4.2 million on it and expressionlessly tucked it into his pocket.

Though 4.2 million wasn’t a small sum, for someone like Ye Tian, it was hardly worth mentioning.

Once the matter was settled, the rich second-generation kids crowded around, clamoring to take Ye Tian as their master. Ye Tian had little interest in these people and chose to leave straight away. He had hardly taken a few steps before he was stopped by a hot beauty.

"Champion, you are the champion of the Mercedes-Benz Death Race, and as per the rules, this is your one million prize money. Please accept it," the beauty’s voice was very pleasant to the ear.

Ye Tian was slightly stunned, wondering to himself when he had become a champion, as he hadn’t intended to enter the race at all. Could it be that participating in cycling was also okay?

Ren Jun, standing by, had an extremely ugly look on his face. That one million was contributed by him and several other rich guys, each chipping in 50,000 to make exactly one million.

It was a true case of losing his wife and soldiers; not only was his Porsche destroyed, but he also gave Ye Tian a compensation of 4.2 million. Now on top of that, the champion’s one million went to Ye Tian as well. It was like being cursed with bad luck.

"Ah!" Ren Jun sighed helplessly and punched the tree trunk hard.

One million wasn’t a small amount, and naturally, Ye Tian wouldn’t refuse. He accepted it right away and then borrowed a Lamborghini from a certain rich guy. When a champion asked to borrow a car, the second-generation rich kids were only too pleased to offer, without any refusal.

The Longxi Mountain race was almost at an end, Liu Fei’er and Wang Nana also were heading back to the city. Fei’er had ridden with Ren Jun on the way there, but now that Ye Tian was here, she naturally chose to go with him.

One by one, the supercars roared to life, with the Lamborghini Ye Tian borrowed leading the way. Fire Virtue Gang had been wiped out by the King of Hell, and now they drew a blank again; their mood was understandably irritable. When he stepped on the gas, the Lamborghini shot out like an arrow, and the other drivers cheered him on.

The rich kids’ supercars started up one after another and left the steel plant in a single file, but nobody wanted to deal with Ren Jun, who had offended the champion, so everyone kept their distance from him.

Three minutes later, where the front of the steel plant had been bustling with voices, it was now as quiet as a sparrow’s nest; all the sports cars had left, and it was very quiet.

Ren Jun called to tow his car and then contacted his family to send someone to pick him up. But Longxi Mountain was far from the city, and the roads were complicated. The driver, not knowing his way, didn’t find the place until eleven at night.

Young Master Ren waited alone at the steel plant, the night pitch black, blowing his stomach full of cold winds. The place was desolate, truly frightening. When his driver found him, the guy was already scared out of his wits.

Ye Tian drove the Lamborghini at breakneck speed, reaching a terrifying 280 kilometers per hour on the Longxi Mountain stretch.

Like a true champion, while others slowed down for the curves, only Ye Tian’s Lamborghini didn’t slow down; instead, he braced for acceleration. The more dangerous the curve, the faster his speed.

The Lamborghini’s owner was a reckless young rich guy, the type who wouldn’t blink an eye speeding on the highway. But sitting in Ye Tian’s car, he turned pale at the curves, and a smell of urine wafted from his crotch, scared into wetting himself.

It wasn’t a surprise he was scared; Ye Tian didn’t slow down even for big bends, and instead accelerated and made sharp turns, making the entire car skid. Anyone else would have been frightened to death.

Liu Fei’er and Wang Nana screamed all the way, their hands never leaving the safety handles, fearing that if they let go, they would be thrown out of the car.

Seamlessly switching between clutch, brake, and accelerator, Ye Tian crossed Longxi Mountain in just ten minutes. In an era where it takes thirty minutes to become a legend, he was undoubtedly a figure from a different century. This record was probably unbreakable.

"Champion, I bow down to no one, not heaven, not earth, not even the air, only to you. You’re not human, but a god, an absolute god!" The Lamborghini’s owner gave a thumbs up, feeling like he was going to throw up again and hastily retched into a black plastic bag; he’d been vomiting the entire way.

Ye Tian was silent, with his mind completely filled with the King of Hell.

This time coming to deal with Fire Virtue Gang only to come up empty-handed left Ye Tian extremely frustrated.

The Lamborghini quickly drove into the city, with more and more traffic lights appearing, finally slowing down.

It was only after riding in Ye Tian’s Lamborghini that Liu Fei’er truly understood what racing meant. If Ye Tian entered F1, those professional drivers would probably be reduced to mere backdrops.

As the car slowed down, Fei’er finally had the chance to gaze at Ye Tian. His eyes were as arrogant as ever, exuding a spirit that swept through the world unchallenged.