Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 502 Little brother... I'll let you off the hook for now!

She walked straight up to Ye Fan, who looked somewhat bewildered.

Unexpectedly, she did not immediately provoke or urge him, but instead extended her hand, which was wearing a racing glove, with a movement that was surprisingly gentle and out of character for the moment.

She carefully smoothed the wrinkles on Ye Fan's shoulder fabric from his struggle, her fingertips lightly brushing against his collarbone, bringing a subtle ticklish sensation.

Then, she raised her eyes, her deep gaze locking onto Ye Fan at close range. The surging coldness within them was forcibly suppressed, replaced by a familiar yet more dangerous, alluring, and wicked smile, like a viper flicking its tongue.

"Little brother..."

Her voice was low and magnetic, carrying an undeniable declaration:

"I've got you on a speed run today. You can't escape it."

Her fingers gently tapped Ye Fan's shoulder one last time, as if leaving an invisible mark:

"Unfortunately, I have more important things to take care of right now... so I'll have to let you off the hook for now."

After saying that, she straightened up without looking back, and the alluring smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an icy aura that kept strangers at bay.

He waved decisively at his assistant who was waiting beside him: "Let's go!"

The two turned around and strode briskly toward a black Rolls-Royce that was already running on the other side of the parking lot. The car was understated yet exuded a powerful aura.

Soon, the Rolls-Royce silently glided out of its parking space, disappearing swiftly like a shadow at the entrance to the racetrack.

Only after the imposing black car disappeared completely did Wu Shaojie, who had been hiding behind the Ferrari like an ostrich, and Zhang Lang, who had somehow slipped back, pat their chests with lingering fear and help each other to Ye Fan's side.

"Oh my god! That scared me to death!"

Zhang Lang patted his multicolored head, his voice trembling:

"Why did this she-devil suddenly show up today? Isn't she usually elusive and rarely seen? We almost thought we were going to be done for!"

Wu Shaojie, looking as if he had just escaped a disaster, wiped away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead and nodded repeatedly:

"Exactly! Her aura was terrifying! The way she looked on the phone just now, tsk tsk, like she was about to kill someone! Luckily, something happened at the company and she was called away."

He glanced at Ye Fan, who was still somewhat dazed, with lingering fear: "Otherwise, Old Ye, you might have been ruined by her on the track today..."

Listening to the two of them recounting their lingering fears, feeling the chilling afterglow still lingering in the air, and recalling An Qi's meaningful look and her declaration of "I've remembered" before she left...

Ye Fan couldn't help but ask the question again: "Is she really that scary?"

In response to him, Wu Shaojie and Zhang Lang nodded frantically and in unison without hesitation, their movements so large and frequent that it seemed as if they were about to break their necks!

The expressions on those two handsome faces, now etched with terror, were so genuine that no one could doubt that An Qi's dreadfulness had seeped into their very bones—a truth learned through countless lessons of blood and tears!

Ye Fan looked at the two heads nodding like garlic pounders, and then recalled the woman's eyes, which were filled with both ice and fire, before she left, and her last words, "I've got it," which sounded like a curse.

This woman is a walking troublemaker! She has powerful connections, a strong fist, and doesn't play by the rules...

From now on, I'll stay as far away from you as possible, and I absolutely must never run into you again!

Wu Shaojie finally recovered from the psychological trauma left by An Qi, and shook his head vigorously as if to shake off that fear.

He patted Ye Fan on the shoulder, his familiar smile returning to his face, and pointed to Zhang Lang beside him, saying:

"Oh, right, Lao Ye! I almost forgot! Those three top-of-the-line Bentley Flying Spurs you asked me to get for you last time, the fact that they arrived so quickly is all thanks to that bastard Lang! He's got connections, he got them for you right from special channels!"

"Oh?"

A hint of understanding and gratitude flashed in Ye Fan's eyes. He extended his hand to Zhang Lang again, this time shaking it more sincerely: "So it was Brother Zhang who helped me so much! I'll definitely thank you properly another day!"

Zhang Lang felt a little embarrassed by Ye Fan's earnest thanks, so he scratched his multicolored head and grinned.

"Hehe, Young Master Ye, you're too kind! It was nothing! If you want anything rare or unusual in the future, just ask!"

Immediately, he rubbed his hands together excitedly and suggested:

"Now that the main character's gone, how about we guys head to the track and have some fun? We've been itching to get our hands on it!"

This time, Ye Fan didn't hesitate and nodded with a smile: "Okay, let's stretch our muscles!"

As the group reached a consensus, the racetrack, which had been silent for a moment, was instantly ignited!

One after another, the lurking steel beasts let out deafening roars!

The roar of engines rose and fell, the high-pitched revs like tangible sound waves, violently impacting the air and eardrums, igniting the primal desire for speed and power in the bones of every man present.

That roar is the purest hormone catalyst, making people's blood boil and their adrenaline surge!

Looking around, every car on the track or in the parking spaces is a supercar with an impressive price tag.

Even the seemingly "most affordable" ones have a final price of no less than three million, and most of them have undergone extensive modifications regardless of cost, featuring exaggerated aerodynamic kits and huge brake calipers protruding from the wheels.

Even Wu Shaojie's Ferrari 458 Italia, which cost over five million yuan, is only considered above average in this steel jungle.

This is truly a top-tier showcase of money and mechanical aesthetics.

Zhang Lang enthusiastically opened the passenger door of his ostentatiously modified Lamborghini Huracán, winking at Ye Fan:

"Young Master Ye, get on! I'll show you what it's like to fly close to the ground! I guarantee it'll be more thrilling than Old Wu's crappy 458!"

Ye Fan shook his head vigorously, his feet rooted to the spot, his face displaying a polite but firm refusal:

"No, no, no! I appreciate your kind offer, but I'm more used to driving myself."

Are you kidding me!

Having just escaped from An Qi's clutches, do you really want me to sit in the passenger seat of you bunch of reckless thrill-seekers?

I want to use my back and heart for a few more years!

He felt most secure holding the steering wheel in his own hands! His resolve was unwavering.

Wu Shaojie leaned closer, a knowing smirk on his face, nudged Ye Fan with his shoulder, and whispered:

"Old Ye, really not taking the car? What about those girls in the stands? See them? They're all hot babes who came with the roar of sports cars! If you see someone you like, just go for it, someone's paying!"

He glanced at a group of stylish and attractive young girls in the stands, excitedly screaming and cheering for the sports cars speeding along the track.