Chapter 23 Start to get rid of you

All the people at the racing track now were those Zhou Bin had brought over to see An Xin's excitement, and as they saw the main attraction shifting away from An Xin, they came out with a sense of righteousness and started to mediate.

"Seriously, you guys are still classmates, and you're already making things this tense? It'll be awkward to meet each other in the future!"

"My brother was just joking, that's all. You shouldn't be so aggressive here!"

With more people around, it seemed like An Xin had become the one who wouldn't let things slide, according to the crowd at the racing track.

Gao Qilan couldn't help but clench her hands, a hint of resentment appearing in her eyes.

"You're not being fair by taking sides like this. When An Xin and I arrived earlier, you were all sneering. Now how can you have the face to say such things!"

Gao Qilan hadn't forgotten those ugly expressions.

How could they speak so righteously after what they had done, truly testing the limits of human shamelessness.

An Xin patted Gao Qilan's hand in a comforting manner, then calmly looked up, scanning the crowd before her.

Some people shifted their gaze away, feeling guilty under An Xin's stare, not daring to meet her eyes.

"Now that I've won, you come out in full force to say these things. If I had lost, would you be forcing me to honor my bets?"

An Xin said with a half-smile, her eyes filled with mockery.

To think they wanted to morally coerce her—these few weren't nearly enough.

In an instant, everyone fell into silence. Though they didn't speak, their intentions were clear.

Indeed, they were just as An Xin thought: if she had been the one to lose the bet, they wouldn't spare a word for her.

But Zhou Bin was their good brother; An Xin was just some random person unrelated to them, so naturally, they wouldn't have any extra thoughts for her.

"Mercy is best shown where it is due!"

Someone finally spoke up slowly, their tone unmistakably threatening.

"I'm really scared, aren't I? If you don't want to talk, I won't force you. But I did win, and I should certainly make that known, to avoid anyone blindly seeking trouble with me in the future!"

An Xin's face still held a faint smile, but her tone was laced with open mockery.

"It's just a call, who's afraid of whom?"

Zhou Bin initially hoped to gloss over the incident, but seeing An Xin's attitude, he found an unexpected courage and retorted even more firmly.

He acted as if he had received some great injustice.

"Let's go, I'll take you back!"

An Xin yawned leisurely, indifferent to Zhou Bin's reaction.

She had won the race; no matter what happened next, whether Zhou Bin honored his promise or not, his reputation was bound to be tarnished!

Hearing An Xin's words, Gao Qilan nodded obediently and followed her into the car.

But as soon as they sat in their own car, they found that the engine was smoking and wouldn't start, even under its maximum speed.

Although this was also a racing car, An Xin had performed extremely difficult maneuvers that exceeded its capacity.

That the car lasted through the entire race was already quite an achievement.

Generally, race cars need to be modified before they can enter the track, only to be used when they're in the best condition.

They probably never expected someone to bring a brand new car straight to the race track.

"Damn, did the salesperson scam me?"

Seeing his car was unusable, An Xin couldn't help but curse. Just when he had proudly won the race, he was now stabbed in the back by his own car.

"How are we going to get back now?"

Since they were at the racing track, naturally, it was far from the city center. If their car was indeed broken, getting back would become a problem.

"Don't worry!"

An Xin said nonchalantly.

"Where's my reward?"

[Congratulations to the host for completing the task, reward: "A Lamborghini!"]

Hearing the system's notification, An Xin also breathed a sigh of relief internally.

His car was broken, but he still had a Lamborghini!

"Let's go, I'll take you down the mountain first."

An Xin summoned the Lamborghini, which was now parked at the foot of the mountain.

"Wow, looks like your car broke down. Do you need us to give you a lift?"

A few people nearby heard An Xin's commotion and, seeing his car was broken, immediately displayed a smug demeanor.

Some even came over, offering to take An Xin and his companion back as a favor.

"This..."

Gao Qilan naturally wanted to return to school.

But since An Xin had made enemies with these people, who knew what they might do behind their backs? It was better not to get in the car with them.

"Little sister, don't worry, we're not bad people. Why do people offer help and still get suspicion?"

Those people immediately put on a hurt expression, but their eyes sparkled with cunning!

"No need, my car is already waiting at the foot of the mountain!"

An Xin interrupted them nonchalantly.

"You're with your girlfriend, don't try to be heroic. We don't want anything; just call off the bet, and we'll happily take you down the mountain!"

The others offered in a condescending tone.

It was remote here; even calling a taxi would take an hour for one to arrive.

"By that time, we'll all be gone, leaving you here alone. Aren't you scared?"

This was a racing track, but without people, it was just a deserted mountain. They wouldn't come here alone on regular days if they didn't have friends.

"We're doing this for your own good; you'd better appreciate it!"

Zhou Bin spoke with a tinge of sarcasm.

Yet An Xin still wore a faint smile.

"Are you threatening me now?"

An Xin's tone was emotionless, merely a calm statement.

But his eyes were cold and indifferent.

Wanting to buy his silence with the condition of getting back to school—he was selling himself too cheap.