Chapter 75 Racing
It only took about two days for Mikayla to almost completely repair Mo Fei's Ford GT500 Cobra. Mo Fei looked at it, and the entire car indeed looked almost brand new.
When Mikayla delivered the car to Mo Fei's house, she unexpectedly found that his sister-in-law, Mindy, wasn't there... So she suggested, why don't Mo Fei and she go out and have some fun together?
Go out and have fun?
Having been cooped up at home by Mindy for two days, forbidden to leave, Mo Fei was already feeling quite stifled. And going out with Mikayla... who knows, it might even trigger some plot development?
On the way out, Mo Fei felt a bit speechless. Following the route, if he guessed correctly, their destination was Extreme Speedway, the same Extreme Speedway he had visited with Ji Ze'er last time.
He should have realized it sooner. What was the most likely place for Mikayla, who loved racing, to take him out to play?
It was Extreme Speedway!
Mikayla was driving the Ford Cobra, while Mo Fei was driving his dilapidated Chevrolet.
No matter how Mikayla tried to persuade him, Mo Fei refused to give up the idea of driving that old, worn-out Chevrolet.
In the end, they had to drive two cars. Mo Fei let Mikayla drive the Ford Cobra to test its performance and think about modification methods. Mikayla, of course, couldn't refuse such a temptation.
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The engine emitted a Beast-like growl, occasionally accompanied by screams, igniting the most primal impulses in men and women, making their blood surge.
Mikayla, relying on her fox-like alluring yet harmless exterior to appear weak, the excellent performance of the Ford Cobra, and her own formidable strength, quickly won two thousand U.S. dollars in the race.
In Mo Fei's opinion, Mikayla's racing skills were completely professional.
She truly lived up to being the daughter of a racing family, whose father died in a race; she was just different.
In an environment like Extreme Speedway, a woman with skill and good looks naturally became the object of everyone's pursuit.
Mikayla's eye-catching technical prowess naturally attracted a lot of attention, and Tyrese was one of them.
"Mikayla, if your racing skills are so good, why didn't you come to this track earlier to race and earn some money?" Mikayla, who had just gotten off the track, stood gracefully beside Mo Fei. Mo Fei asked curiously, "This is much faster and more profitable than repairing cars!"
"Mainly, it's because your sports car performs so well, Uncle. Where would I get the money to buy such an expensive car!" Mikayla shrugged and said, "And the people here aren't fools. Once you win too much, no one will dare to compete with you anymore! I just rely on your car to occasionally earn some pocket money; I can't really make a living from this!"
"Is the beauty alone? Do you need someone to accompany you?" As Mo Fei and Mikayla were chatting, a group of hooligans, surrounded by others, walked towards them, whistling.
They walked with their noses in the air, not looking at their feet, their steps seemingly floating. Their heads were covered in messy red and green hair, their bodies jingled with iron nails and chains, some even wore nose rings, and their hands were in their pockets, looking like idiots.
As for Mo Fei, the man next to Mikayla, he was naturally selectively ignored.
Seeing their smirking faces, Mikayla became extremely wary and hid behind Mo Fei.
"She already has a boyfriend. You guys go find other women!" Mo Fei glanced at them, his expression indifferent, and said, "There are plenty of easy-to-get idiotic women at this Extreme Speedway. Aren't they enough for you to mess with?"
The World is like this; many times, it's not that you don't want to provoke others, but that others will still provoke you.
The racing environment has always been a mixed bag, with participants of varying quality, and there are naturally many who get excited at the sight of a beauty.
"Even if she has a boyfriend, we can still loosen the soil a bit!" The group of hooligans said with a smirk.
"Scram!" Mo Fei's expression instantly turned cold as he snapped.
If it weren't for the large crowd around, with so many eyes watching, based on those few words from these hooligans, Mo Fei would have ensured they wouldn't see the Sun the next day.
"Oh, little brother, quite a temper, aren't you?" One person said with an ill-intentioned smile, "We came with good intentions, why push us away?"
"This beauty, looking at this scrawny boy, can he satisfy you? Why not try others, and then you can choose the one you like? Life is long, don't treat a single needle as a treasure!"
"Exactly!" One person stepped past Mo Fei, smiling eerily as he spoke directly to Mikayla: "Don't be afraid, beauty, we just want to be friends! Don't let our tough looks fool you, we actually all have hearts of gold. You'll know once you become friends with us."
Mo Fei's eyes narrowed slightly, and the veins on his arms twitched, indicating extreme anger. The vulgar words from these hooligans had already crossed Mo Fei's bottom line, giving him the urge to pull out his gun and blow their heads off.
However, thinking about the FBI, those idiots still watching him, Mo Fei reluctantly suppressed this urge.
"Be friends with your mother!" He said with a faint smile on his face, "I also want to be friends with your mother, would you agree?"
This group of hooligans had no idea they were recklessly testing the boundaries of death.
"Brother, we're just here to make friends, you're going too far!" Hearing Mo Fei's words, the man's face darkened, veins throbbing on his forehead, and he was about to make a move, but was subtly pulled by the sleeve by someone next to him, and only then did he manage to calm down.
"That's a great way to put it, just like farting!" Mo Fei's expression was indifferent: "But please speak English, because I don't understand pig squeals!"
"Brother, don't be so aggressive!" A hand landed on Mo Fei's shoulder, the thick muscles as hard as rock. He raised an eyebrow: "Good things should be shared; hogging it all isn't a good habit!"
"Get your girlfriend off my shoulder!" Mo Fei glanced at him, then smiled: "I heard your mother is warm and hospitable, she never refuses anyone, whether they are Yellow, Black, or White, she takes them all. Everyone who has used her praises her. Can you share her with me?"
"I can't take this anymore, this kid is too annoying!" The person who had previously placed his hand on Mo Fei's shoulder changed color dramatically, clenched his fist, and threw a punch at Mo Fei's face.
This kid's mouth was truly too much!
Looking at the incoming punch, Mo Fei smiled. He thought he was so powerful, yet he couldn't take it after only a few rounds? I still have a whole basket of provocative words I haven't said!
A cruel glint flashed in Mo Fei's eyes!
Having obtained Mo Youqian's Anjin boxing manual, he had only recently cultivated a bit of Xingyi Quan Anjin, and it seemed it was just the right time to put it to use!
This group of hooligans had crossed Mo Fei's bottom line, and it was a good opportunity to test the effects of Anjin on them.
Even if he couldn't directly blow their heads off now, he wanted these people to struggle in pain and suffer torment for the rest of their lives.