Shi Heng was stunned for a moment, and the smile in his eyes deepened.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead lightly against hers. "Looks like we even have the same things to say."
Outside the window, the last ray of sunset penetrates the clouds.
The reflection of the two people's clasped hands is particularly warm.
…
At the same time, in Country Y, the Castle of Lesos.
The old patriarch was sitting in a high-backed chair in the study when he suddenly hunched over and began coughing violently.
He pressed his skinny fingers tightly against his right abdomen, and cold sweat seeped out between his fingers.
The effectiveness of the painkillers was wearing off, and the pain from liver cancer was like a blunt knife, stirring slowly and cruelly in his body.
"Master, please allow me to call the doctor..."
The old butler William handed over the handkerchief with trembling hands, but fell silent under the sharp gaze of the old master.
The old patriarch held up the agreement sent by Renault in his wrinkled hands, his cloudy eyes full of relief.
"Master, are you really willing to agree to these conditions? The blood oath..."
His hand trembled slightly as he handed over the hot tea. "This has only appeared three times in the family in the past two hundred years."
The old patriarch took the teacup, his eyes unusually clear, "Then let it appear for the fourth time."
He gently stroked the signature on the agreement, which was so strong that it could be seen through the paper. "Look at this handwriting, it's very similar to his father's. Aaron was like this back then. Once he made up his mind, no one could change his mind."
"But Master Eric and Master Fernando must..."
"Even crazier?" The old patriarch sneered, "I was just wondering if Renault could subdue these two losers."
William hesitated, "But your body..."
"Liver cancer is in the late stage. Three months at most." The old patriarch said calmly, as if discussing the weather. "So we must decide on a successor as soon as possible."
He stroked his signature. "I didn't expect that in the end, this least popular guy would be the most promising."
"But the requirements of the blood contract are too harsh."
"Demanding?" The old patriarch suddenly laughed. "This is the marriage I want! The Black Scale Guard, the oil pipeline, and two-thirds of the property... a sure-win deal!"
He suddenly stood up and walked to the window. "As for the blood contract? It's just right to ensure the inheritance rights of Lina and her child!"
Before William could respond, the old patriarch pressed the communicator and said, "Notify all elders to hold the blood covenant ceremony at the ancestral temple at ten o'clock tomorrow morning."
"Master! This is too hasty! The two young masters..."
"We want to take them by surprise. Go and prepare, and by the way..."
He smiled meaningfully and said, "Sort out the information in my personal account and transfer it all to Renault tomorrow."
"That's your life savings!"
"So leave it to someone who deserves it." The old patriarch suddenly started coughing violently, his face pale. "Go!"
After William left, the old patriarch slowly sat down and took out the pocket watch from the drawer.
With a "click", the cover popped open, revealing a yellowed photo of a young man in military uniform.
His only son, Aaron, is the most outstanding heir of the Leathers family.
His fingertips gently stroked the dried blood on the edge of the photo.
In a trance, he seemed to see eight-year-old Aaron holding up a wooden sword, childish but with a determined look, saying, "Father, I will make the name of Lesos resound throughout the world."
"The bastard you left behind..." The old patriarch suddenly choked up, tears streaming down his face, "It's actually better than you."
The pocket watch hands always stopped at 3:15 ten years ago.
At this moment ten years ago, his son Aaron fell from the third floor of the castle and left this world forever.
…
On the morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, the Longji Racetrack in the eastern suburbs of Beijing was crowded with people.
The cold wind could not dampen the enthusiasm of the audience.
This annual "death spiral" challenge has always been known for its thrills and excitement.
The track is built on a cliff, and the most dangerous part is three consecutive 180-degree sharp turns. If you are not careful, the car will be destroyed and people will die.
In the past five years, seven drivers have lost their lives here, but the more dangerous it is, the more it attracts top drivers to come and challenge it.
This year, the roster of entries is particularly eye-catching.
The previous champion "Night Owl" drove a blood-red Lamborghini Veneno with a ferocious owl pattern painted on the body of the car, and parked arrogantly in the front row.
He is a perennial winner on the Longji track. Last year, he broke the record with a time of 11 minutes and 32 seconds, which has remained unbroken to this day.
Following closely behind is "Tornado", a professional rally racer known for his aggressive driving style. He drives a modified Porsche 911 GT3 RS.
In addition, there are a number of famous drivers such as "Iron Wolf", "Silver Fox" and "Storm".
Each of them has won great results in major competitions.
At the end of the line is a matte black Pagani Zonda R.
The car door opened, and a slender figure stepped out of the driver's seat, his black racing suit outlining neat lines.
She was wearing a full black helmet with a mask covering her face, so no one could see her features clearly.
"The tenth contestant, codenamed 'Ghost', is driving a Pagani Zonda R and participating in the Dragon's Back Challenge for the first time!" The commentator's voice spread throughout the venue through the loudspeaker.
The audience was silent for a second.
Then, laughter broke out.
"Who is this? I've never seen him before. Could he be here to make up the numbers?"
"You think you can win by driving a Pagani? That's ridiculous! You can't race on this track just because you have money!"
"I heard you haven't even participated in a professional tournament. Where do you get the courage?"
The mocking sounds came one after another.
However, the "ghost" just stood quietly beside the car, turning a deaf ear to the surrounding noises.
Just then, a slender figure came over.
He was wearing the same black racing suit as Gu Youran, with sharp shoulders and steady steps.
The sunlight cast a shadow on his well-defined profile, but it could not hide his sharp eyes.
"Mr. Shi?!" The commentator's voice suddenly rose. "Shi Heng, the president of Shi Group?!"
The whole audience was in an uproar.
Amidst countless shocked gazes, Shi Heng opened the passenger door of the Pagani and got in directly.
The audience erupted.
"What's going on?!?"
"Who is this woman?!"
Gu Youran sat in the driver's seat swiftly and tapped his fingers on the steering wheel three times.
Then he turned his head and glared at him through the mask, "Why are you coming up here?"
Shi Heng said with a smile on his face: "Why, you don't welcome your exclusive navigator?"
"Are you qualified to be a navigator?" Her voice was muffled in her helmet.
Shi Heng took out a silver badge from his pocket and pinned it on his collar.
That's the FIA-certified professional pilot badge.
“Now, am I qualified to sit here?”
Gu Youran snorted softly and turned to look forward. "Fasten your seatbelts and don't vomit in my car later."
"As you command, my dear wife."
Shi Heng's eyes were filled with smiles. "But don't forget, there are rewards for winning."
Just then.
"Bang--!"
The starting gun sounds and the race begins!
The nine racing cars rushed out roaring like beasts out of a cage!
The whole place was boiling with excitement, and the audience stood up and cheered.
Only the Pagani remained motionless.
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