Three o 'clock in the morning, on a street somewhere in Tokyo.
The roar of an engine broke the silence of the night.
More than a dozen colorful modified cars had gathered in front of a shop that had long since closed for business. A group of street thugs dressed like punks had arrived with their sexy little girlfriends, chatting away as they waited for someone.
Five minutes later, their target appeared.
A blue Winged Leopard WRX stopped in front of the trash can. The driver opened the door and got out.
As if intimidated by his imposing manner, everyone stopped what they were doing. No one dared to look him in the eye. Half a minute later, someone finally couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "F * ck, Itō Ken, turn on the f * cking high beam!"
"Sorry, sorry." The driver named Itō Ken apologized as he leaned back into the car and turned off the headlights. Finally, everyone could see the face of the person who had just arrived.
It was a guy with a green broom on his head. His face was as cold as an iceberg. There were so many people in front of him, but there was only one person in his eyes. He snorted coldly and said, "Kentaro Inoue, why did you call me out so late at night?"
"It's nothing important. It's just that the title of Rapid Meteor needs a new owner." The one who spoke was a man in a jacket who was sleeping on the roof of a car. His little girlfriend was feeding him grapes.
"Forget it. You're just a defeated opponent of mine," Itō Ken said disdainfully.
"Bastard, don't look down on me!!! I'm not the same person I used to be! " The man in the jacket opened his eyes like a tiger that had just woken up. His eyes burned with the desire to fight. "This time, I'm betting all my dignity as a man. I won't lose to you again!"
As if he had sensed the message from the other side, Itō Ken, the iceberg, could not help but be moved. After a moment of silence, he said, "I understand, Inoue-kun. Let's talk with speed."
After saying that, the two returned to their respective cars. Kentaro Inoue's little girlfriend walked to the front of the two cars. Amidst the cheers and whistles of the crowd, she pulled out her bra and threw it over her head.
The moment the bra landed on the ground, the two cars sped off at the same time.
Ito Ken and Kentaro Inoue were old rivals. Both of them came from well-to-do families, and their fathers had business dealings with each other. They were originally best friends who had grown up together, and it was Kentaro Inoue who had pulled him into their circle. However, as Ito Ken's driving skills continued to improve, and he eventually surpassed his best friend, the prideful Kentaro Inoue began to feel a little embarrassed.
In the end, the friendship between the two did not withstand this test and gradually drifted apart.
Over the years, Kentaro Inoue had challenged him many times, but he always lost more than he won. However, Ito Ken did not look down on him because of that, because Kentaro Inoue would always improve in some areas, whether it was his racing or his skills. He was a threat to Ito Ken.
Therefore, Ito Ken had no choice but to focus 100%.
Come on, let me see what you've learned this time.
As Ito Ken thought about it, he stepped on the gas pedal as hard as he could.
The two cars took turns to lead.
However, the next moment, he could not help but widen his eyes. At the crossroads, a yellow van of unknown origin emerged from the night like a ghost.
Sh * t! Why is there a car on the road at this late hour?!
Ito Ken's forehead broke out in a cold sweat. At such a close distance and at such a high speed, he had no time to react. He could only watch the tragic scene of the car crashing and his death. He knew that Kentaro Inoue, who was racing alongside him, was probably in the same state of despair.
Then, he saw the most unforgettable scene of his life. The shabby van did not seem to have any intention of slowing down. It charged straight at him like a raging bull.
When the two cars were less than five meters apart, the L300 suddenly made a strange drift, and the car moved sideways under the influence of inertia. The distance between the doors of the two cars was less than one centimeter.
Ito Ken's hair stood on end. In contrast, the driver of the L300 only had one hand on the steering wheel, and the other was looking for something.
Chewing gum?
The moment they crossed paths, Ito Ken saw what the driver was holding in his hand. He felt that his brain was completely overwhelmed.
What the hell?! Ito Ken could not help but cry out. Was the driver still looking for chewing gum in this situation? What happened next was even more unbelievable. After that, the L300 accelerated and overtook his WRX. There was no intersection ahead, but the shabby van once again turned around without warning and entered an alley that was almost as wide as the car, disappearing from sight.
Only two cars were left in the race, but they were getting slower and slower until they finally came to a stop. Ito Ken and Kentaro Inoue got out of the car and looked at each other.
After a while, Ito Ken asked, "Do you still want to race?"
"..."
"I can't even outrun a delivery van. What's the point of continuing?" Kentaro Inoue was dispirited. "You can keep the title of Rapid Meteor. I plan to retire from this industry and go back to inherit my family business."
"... I'm actually planning to study in Europe after this race," Ito Ken said frankly.
"Is that so?" Kentaro Inoue was a little surprised to hear that. He then sighed. "Speaking of which, it's been many years since we've had a chat like this."
The two of them looked at each other and said in unison, "Do you want to go for a drink?"
Zhang Heng did not know that because of him, a man had lost his racing dream. He also did not know that because of him, the two men had rekindled their old friendship.
To him, it was just a repeat of his daily life of delivering goods. Tokyo was known as the drifting capital, and the number of modified car enthusiasts here was the highest in the world. As mentioned in the background introduction, these guys were usually active at night. Occasionally, Zhang Heng would run into some street racers when he delivered goods.
Most of them were amateurs like Ito Ken and Kentaro Inoue. They would find a random excuse to have a so-called duel between men. He didn't have the time to wait for these guys to fight it out with each other. In order to be in a hurry, he would directly overtake them if he encountered them.
This was already his ninth month of learning how to drive. A month ago, he completed the drifting practice that Takeda Tetsuya had set up for him. His driving skills had risen from Level 1 to Level 2. Other than that, his maintenance and modification skills had also risen to Level 1. Now, this car was completely different from when he first took it over. The core configuration inside had been changed from head to toe, but the exterior was still the same L300.
Unlike other racers, Zhang Heng did not paint the exterior of the car in a variety of colors because they were afraid that others would not know that they were modifying their cars. After all, he had limited funds.
In order to buy spare parts, he had no choice but to work another job. Takeda Tetsuya introduced him to a small boss in a scrapped car town. All his spare parts were bought there at a relatively low price. Even so, it took him four months to assemble the L300.
Zhang Heng was no longer who he used to be. He finished delivering all the goods an hour earlier and was about to drive back to Takeda Fisheries. However, he saw thick smoke billowing across the street.
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