Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 499 A woman whose beauty is extremely aggressive!

This heartfelt praise clearly pleased Zhang Lang greatly.

He triumphantly tossed his multicolored hair as if displaying a rare treasure, then immediately turned to Wu Shaojie, accusing him with a look of disdain:

"See that? See that! Wu Dashan! That's what you call taste! You have good taste! Your aesthetic level can't even reach Young Master Ye's heel! You're nothing!"

Wu Shaojie crossed his arms, not angry at all. Instead, he smiled calmly and said to Zhang Lang in a serious but actually teasing tone:

"What do you know? Our Young Master Ye is nothing like you. He's a genuine 'good kid'! He's upright and honorable, understated yet sophisticated! Don't let your flashy nonsense corrupt our Young Master Ye!"

"Good boy?" Zhang Lang was clearly taken aback when he heard this. His eyes, which were painted with thick black eyeliner, quickly scanned Ye Fan, revealing a very obvious look of surprise and inquiry.

Those who could be personally brought by Wu Shaojie to participate in their circle's activities undoubtedly possessed strong backgrounds and capabilities, at least on par with them.

But the label of "good child"...

In their circle of second-generation rich kids who spend their days racing cars, partying, and being irresponsible, he was completely out of place, even a bit of an "outcast."

Good boy?

Wu Shaojie actually used this word to describe someone who can enter our circle?

Zhang Lang's mind raced.

What does this mean?

This means that the young master Ye in front of us not only possesses substantial capital, but is also likely to behave extremely well and self-disciplined, a stark contrast to their unrestrained and reckless style.

Such a person who is both "rich and well-behaved" is a rare breed in their circle!

His gaze toward Ye Fan suddenly became more complex, a mixture of curiosity and a subtle scrutiny and a hint of awe.

To maintain a "good kid" image in this dazzling world and be so valued by Wu Shaojie, one must either have an unfathomable background requiring extreme discretion, or possess a level of composure and ambition far exceeding that of their peers.

Neither of them is simple.

This first encounter at the racetrack, caused by Wu Shaojie's seemingly joking remark of "good boy," left a turbulent feeling in Zhang Lang's heart.

Ye Fan, on the other hand, stood calmly at the edge of the noisy arena, a faint smile on his lips, as if he knew everything that was about to unfold.

......

Just as the echo of "good boy" seemed to still linger in the parking lot's heat, a female voice, icy yet subtly alluring, suddenly broke in from behind: "Oh? Good boy?"

The voice, like crushed ice soaked in red wine, clearly struck everyone's eardrums: "Where is it? Let your older sister see this rare sight too?"

The sound reached Zhang Lang's ears like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

The accusatory expression on Zhang Lang's face froze instantly, then transformed into a look of utter horror, as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't even have time to greet them, only managing to utter a vague, indistinct sentence:

"Hey! Young Master Wu, Young Master Ye! You guys have fun! I'm off!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already darted towards their car like a startled rabbit at top speed.

Wu Shaojie's reaction was only half a beat slower.

His lips twitched violently, and his eyes were filled with deep sympathy and a tragic sense of "good luck, brother."

He patted Ye Fan's shoulder forcefully, speaking rapidly like a floodgate opening:

"Old Ye! Hang in there! You absolutely must hold on! I'm giving you my moral support! I'm going first!"

After saying that, he ran to the side with agility no less than Zhang Lang's, leaving Ye Fan completely bewildered.

Ye Fan stood alone in the middle of the empty parking lot. The afternoon sun made the ground hot, but he felt a little chilly.

Holy crap? What's going on?

Did these two arrange to perform an extreme escape act? They met for less than three minutes and then everyone ran away?

A strong sense of foreboding enveloped him.

Following the source of that cold, beautiful voice, Ye Fan slowly turned his head.

A tall woman with a powerful, queen-like aura was walking slowly toward him, wearing thick-soled racing boots.

She wore a perfectly tailored, glossy black racing suit that accentuated her breathtaking figure.

Her impressive bust line appeared even more prominent and eye-catching under the professional straps, and her long legs, encased in leather racing pants, were straight and powerful, exuding a wild rhythm as she walked.

Her thick black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and her face was covered in heavy makeup.

The deep berry-colored matte lipstick resembled congealed blood, while the thick black eyeliner, slightly upturned, made the eyes hidden behind dark sports sunglasses appear even more mysterious and cold.

She was like a demonic sword drawn from its sheath, beautiful yet menacing, exuding a dangerous aura that kept strangers at bay.

She walked up to Ye Fan, but didn't speak immediately. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, as if examining an interesting prey.

A cold, playful gaze, peering through sunglasses, brazenly swept over Ye Fan from head to toe, even circling him slowly in a complete circle. That gaze seemed to possess a tangible penetrating power, making Ye Fan feel extremely uncomfortable.

Finally, she stopped, her red lips parted slightly, her voice still cold: "First time at Wanchi?"

Ye Fan suppressed his inner turmoil, trying to maintain his composure, and nodded: "Ah! Yes, it's my first time. What's wrong?"

He decided to temporarily ignore the "accident" of damaging the P1 last time.

The cold, aloof woman's lips curled into a faint, mischievous smile: "Do you know the rules here?"

rule?

Ye Fan rolled his eyes inwardly: What rules do I know! Last time Gu Yuejia brought me here, the entire track was cleared out, and we didn't see a single person, let alone any rules!

His face showed just the right amount of confusion and innocence, and he mechanically shook his head: "I don't know."

The woman's wicked grin widened, like a big bad wolf eyeing a little rabbit: "Simple."

She extended a slender yet powerful finger, painted with nail polish in the same color family, and pointed to the roaring racetrack in the distance:

"Every newcomer who steps into this place for the first time has to accompany me for a lap on the track. It's a tradition, and also... a welcoming gift."

Ye Fan immediately shook his head vigorously: "No, no! I don't have a car!"

The reasons are sufficient and justified.

The woman raised an eyebrow, her tone relaxed: "No problem. Pick any of the unlocked cars in the garage, I'll lend it to you."

Ye Fan continued to shake his head, his expression becoming increasingly "simple and honest": "I don't have a driver's license!"

The woman was clearly taken aback for a moment, and her gaze behind her sunglasses seemed to linger on Ye Fan's face for a few seconds, as if judging the truth of his words.

She patiently explained, "This is a closed track, not a public road. As long as you don't hit me, you don't need that thing."