Chapter 1650


    Just then, the thunderous roar of an engine pierced the night, growing louder as it raced toward them.


    A beam of headlights washed over Han, who squinted against the re, instinctively looking toward


    the source of the light.


    "Captain, someone''sing." A member of the Drift Kings shouted as he noticed a red sports car


    barreling their way at breakneck speed, and quickly tugged Han back a few steps.


    Arabe mmed on the brakes just in time, the caring to a halt where Han had been standing


    moments before. If he and his crew hadn''t moved so fast, they would''ve been sent flying.


    Arabe rolled down her window, and a few members from the Light Fleet saw her and cheered,


    "Be!"


    Be had finally arrived! Talk about perfect timing. They had nearly scared the daylights out of them.


    One of the members hurriedly texted Ophelia to share the excitement.


    Hearing the name "Be," Han narrowed his eyes, sizing up the girl in the driver''s seat. The


    headlights obscured her face, but he could tell she was a stranger - and a knockout at that. He scoffed,


    "Do you know how to drive, or what? You almost turned my boys and me into roadkill!"


    "You seemed quick enough on your feet."


    Han, noticing the passenger seat was empty, pressed further, "Where''s Ophelia? Got cold feet, did


    she? Who the hell are you?"


    "Be''s one of us, the Light Fleet, and she''s more than enough to take you down!" Candice stepped


    forward to announce.


    Mignon moved up, deadpan, and bluffed, "Be only shows up for the big races. Her being here is


    practically apliment!"


    Han scoffed at Arabe, who looked to be about Ophelia''s age. What''s with kids and fast cars these


    days?


    "If you win, I''ll give you the Kowloon Bay track." Han''s eyes were locked on Arabe''s stunning


    features, "But if you lose, how about you spend the night with me?"


    "How about ten nights?"


    Han''s ears perked up at that. A deal like this?


    The entire Light Fleet crew was stunned. Was Be ying for such high stakes right off the bat? What


    if she loses?


    "Ahahaha. You said it. Never thought you''d be so open-minded. I like you," He couldn''t imagine getting


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    bored with a face like hers in ten days.


    "But if you lose, you crawl from the start line to the finish of Kowloon Bay, shouting all the way that


    you''re a beast. How''s that?"


    Han''s tongue clicked against his mrs, his arrogant grin widening, "Deal. But I''ve raced a ton of


    times and never lost."


    "What if you do?"


    Han''s interest only grew with her challenge.


    "Dare to tell everyone about our wager?"


    Han turned to his crew and shouted, "You all hear that? If I lose, I crawl from the start to the finish


    shouting I''m a beast! And if I win, as of tonight, you guys get a new sister-inw."


    The Drift Kings whooped and hollered, eagerly anticipating Arabe''s humiliation.


    "Your car''s not up to snuff, doesn''t have the power mine does." Han patted the hood of Arabe''s car


    with a self-assured smirk, "Wanna borrow a real race car?"


    They had specific cars for official races, with standardized 2.4L V8 engines capped at 850 horsepower


    to ensure fairpetition and driver safety.


    But Arabe justughed it off, "We''re here for thrills, not kids’ y."


    A little horsepower like that was nothing to her. Han hadn''t expected her to be so gutsy, "Well, I won''t


    go easy on youter."


    His sports car had a 10 kilometer-per-hour advantage over Arabe''s - he could push 350, but she was


    capped at 340.