"Ye Qiu, what should we do?"
Cheng Jie took a nervous step back behind Ye Qiu when he saw Wang Long with his green-dyed hair, leading a few eccentrically dressed, unconventional-looking youths walking towards them.
Despite Cheng Jie being almost 200 pounds, nearly 1.8 meters tall, and standing like a mountain beside the roughly 1.75 meters tall Ye Qiu, his timid demeanor left Ye Qiu speechless.
However, as Ye Qiu watched the group advancing towards them under the leadership of the green-haired Wang Long, he too felt a little tense. One-on-one, he wouldn't be afraid, but the opponents now numbered five.
His fists clenched, and his breathing started to accelerate, but Ye Qiu did not back down.
Wang Long, with green hair, led a few lackey-like followers in front of Ye Qiu, his nostrils flaring arrogantly at Ye Qiu, while his lackeys sat on Cheng Jie's Ford Mustang.
Ye Qiu frowned slightly, Cheng Jie was also unhappy as Wang Long glanced at the Ford Mustang and disdainfully said, "This Ford Mustang must be second hand, cost 300,000?"
After Wang Long spoke, he looked at Ye Qiu indifferently. Cheng Jie, seeing Wang Long's crew sitting on his beloved car, was furious and shouted, "What 300,000? My dad spent over 500,000!"
"Oh, so it's not your car, it's your dad's?"
"Haha, looking at you two guys, probably still students, how could you afford a car? This Ford is likely the best car they've ever driven."
Wang Long's lackeys laughed mockingly. Wang Long also chuckled, disdainfully glancing at the Ford that couldn't even match the lead of his Lamborghini Huracan, then said to Ye Qiu, "Just move your junk car out of the way."
Finished speaking, Wang Long and his lackeys turned and left.
Ye Qiu watched Wang Long and his crew's retreating backs, flames of anger burning in his eyes.
"That's too much."
Cheng Jie grumbled after the fact, "Makes me so mad, I really want to beat them up."
Ye Qiu shook his head, then sat into the Ford Mustang, started the car, and began to reverse towards the nearby guardrail.
But just then, Wang Long's lackey driving that Ferrari 488 suddenly rushed towards Ye Qiu's Ford Mustang, causing Ye Qiu to frown, and Cheng Jie to scream in panic.
However, Ye Qiu tightened his grip on the steering wheel, ready to brake. He was waiting; if they truly intended to crash into him, he'd have to use his signature on-the-spot 360-degree drift to evade.
But doing so would certainly send the Ferrari 488 crashing through the guardrail into the cliff, but Ye Qiu wasn't concerned; it was their fault for provoking him first.
Yet, the Ferrari seemed only to want to intimidate Ye Qiu, drifting past when it was just half a meter away, its rear tires scraping the ground and spraying the clean Ford Mustang with dust.
Instantly, the previously clean Ford Mustang was covered in dirt.
Inside the Ferrari 488, the youths cheered, rolled down their windows, flipped a middle finger at Ye Qiu, then drove to where the Lamborghini and the McLaren were already parked together.
"Ah, my car..."
Seeing his once pristine Ford Mustang now filthy, Cheng Jie was shocked. Arriving at the Mustang's side, he urgently began wiping the car with his clothes, shouting, "My car, my car, it's over, my dad's going to kill me."
As Cheng Jie used his clothes to wipe the Ford Mustang, Ye Qiu tapped his shoulder, then dragged him aside.
"Ye Qiu, don't pull me, my car's dirty, I need to clean it, you, help me out."
Hearing Cheng Jie's words, Ye Qiu shook his head and said, "No need for you to clean it; someone else will do it for us."
Cheng Jie froze, wanting to say something, but Ye Qiu already walked away, heading towards where the Lamborghini and McLaren were preparing for a race.
"What is Ye Qiu doing?" Cheng Jie was shocked, but considering they were outnumbered, if a conflict erupted, Ye Qiu would surely suffer.
Thinking nothing else, Cheng Jie hurriedly glanced around, found a wrench in the car, clenched it, and ran towards Ye Qiu, gritting his teeth.
...
"What? You want my guys to clean your car?"
Wang Long, who had started the Lamborghini and was ready to race against Yue Feng's McLaren again, was incredulous hearing Ye Qiu's words.
He had seen what his men did earlier; although it wasn't directly his orders, it was done with his approval.
Originally, he thought Ye Qiu and Cheng Jie, driving a car worth just over 300,000, couldn't have much of a background; what harm was there in humiliating them? They wouldn't dare say anything.
Yet, at this moment, Ye Qiu dared to tell him that his men should clean the car. Wang Long was surprised, then found it amusing.
"That's right, your men should clean the car for me."
Ye Qiu glanced at the Ferrari 488 and said to Wang Long.
"Pfft... Are you out of your mind?" Wang Long chuckled, shaking his head disdainfully, saying impatiently to Ye Qiu, "Get lost, I'll pretend you didn't say what you just said. If you delay my race with Lord Yue, you'll regret it."
"Kid, are you looking for death?"
As Ye Qiu's anger rose at Wang Long's words, ready to explode, three or four youths climbed out of the Ferrari 488—Wang Long's lackeys.
They were all holding baseball bats in their hands, looking fierce as they approached Ye Qiu.
Once they reached Ye Qiu, the four surrounded him. The driver of the Ferrari, a young man with white hair, looked at Ye Qiu with disdain and said, "Kid, what did you just say? Did you ask me to wipe your car? Come on, say it again, I didn't hear it clearly..."
Seeing the white-haired guy digging his ear and the youths around him with bats encircling him, Ye Qiu clenched his fists, ready to make a move. Just then, he heard Cheng Jie's furious roar from behind: "Who the hell dares touch my brother? I'll kill him today..."
Weighing nearly 200 pounds and standing 1.8 meters tall, Cheng Jie came running over with a wrench in his hand, his whole body shaking with fat, making the ground tremble as he ran to Ye Qiu.
Wang Long's underlings saw Cheng Jie's large physique and were momentarily flustered, a thought of retreat arose in their hearts, but seeing Cheng Jie stumble over a stone like a small hill and fall flat on his face, they were dumbfounded.
Then they burst into a thunderous roar of laughter...
"Hahahahaha... I'm dying of laughter..."
"Oh my God, I can't take it, this guy is too funny..."
Wang Long's lackeys were laughing hysterically, while Wang Long in the Lamborghini also shook his head in disdain, scolding, "Useless."
Amidst the ridicule and embarrassment, Cheng Jie, who tripped up, approached Ye Qiu, who had rushed to his side first, and apologetically said, "Ye Qiu, am I useless? Why can't I do anything right!"
Seeing the self-blame on Cheng Jie's face, Ye Qiu was filled with emotion. He patted Cheng Jie's face full of fat and said, "It's okay, Fatty. No matter how much they laugh at you or how embarrassing it gets, remember that I, Ye Qiu, will never laugh at you. I, Ye Qiu, will always stand by your side."
"Ye Qiu..." Cheng Jie, his eyes welled with tears, looked at Ye Qiu and couldn't speak for a moment.
Ye Qiu nodded to Cheng Jie. At this moment, he no longer regarded Cheng Jie as just a friend, but as a brother more precious than a friend...
"Oh, brotherly love?"
"Haha, I think they're into each other. These two guys must be gay."
"Gay? No way. That fatty is so fat, and the skinny one is so thin. If the fatty is on top, wouldn't he crush the skinny guy... huh? Hahahaha..."
"Pfft, hahaha..."
At this moment, Ye Qiu heard some untimely comments, abruptly breaking the just-now atmosphere.
"Damn it, these people..." Cheng Jie was furious upon hearing this.
Ye Qiu felt the same as his eyes flashed with cold light, patting Cheng Jie's face, "Leave it to me, Fatty. I'm going to teach them a lesson..."
"Huh?" Cheng Jie was taken aback, but then he nervously grabbed Ye Qiu's arm, anxiously saying, "Ye Qiu, don't do anything stupid. There are so many of them..."
"Don't worry, Fatty." Ye Qiu smiled. Having been enhanced by the system's increased physique and strength attribute, though he hadn't tested it himself, he thought he should be able to handle the four of them.
"Ye Qiu, you..." Cheng Jie saw Ye Qiu turning to confront the group alone, feeling anxious, he tried to get up to help. But having fallen earlier, his knee hurt so much he couldn't stand.
Watching Ye Qiu walk toward those people, Cheng Jie grew anxious, pounding the ground hard, then clasping his hands together, prayed to the sky, "Oh heavens, please, please don't let anything happen to Ye Qiu..."
...
"Oh, what do you want to do? Are you angry, planning to fight?"
Wang Long's underlings mockingly said as they saw Ye Qiu silently approaching them.
After the mockery, they hefted their wrenches as if trying to intimidate Ye Qiu.
"Hey, hurry up and teach that kid a lesson, don't delay our game."
In the Lamborghini, Wang Long impatiently urged.
"Alright, Dragon Bro."
The white-haired guy replied, then looked at Ye Qiu with disdain, gave a signal to the people around him, who then obediently picked up their wrenches and walked toward Ye Qiu.
"Fle, upgrade my strength attribute to Level 4."
As the white-haired gang approached Ye Qiu, he cautiously asked Fle to increase his attributes again.
Ding.
Experience points deducted: 4000. Remaining: 12403.
Ding, strength attribute successfully upgraded. Current level LV4 (6000-24000)
At the same time as the system's voice sounded in his mind, Ye Qiu felt his heart pounding fiercely a few times, then felt as if a large amount of blood was flowing from his heart to his limbs and torso.
Suddenly, a feeling of inner strength made Ye Qiu involuntarily clench his fists. As he clenched his fists, he saw his once slightly weak arms bulge up sharply, even stretching his clothes to the brink of tearing.
Feeling the energy in his body that he wanted to unleash, Ye Qiu looked at the people approaching him, his eyes filled with nothing but confident light.
"You forced me..." Ye Qiu said to them before taking the initiative to launch a counterattack.