Just bet on me to win.

"Pretty boy, if you have a shred of manhood in you, do you dare to race me down there right now?" Lone Dog sneered with a wicked provocation, fixing his eyes on Xue Tian'ai.

"Why on earth should my boyfriend race against you? What good would it do him to compete with a person like you?" Looking at the endlessly pestering Lone Dog, Cen An'an felt her disgust reach its absolute limit. Toward such a shameless scoundrel, she genuinely felt a profound sense of nausea.

Xue Tian'ai, who had just been about to say something, looked at Cen An'ai with a hint of surprise. Judging by how eager her little sister-in-law had seemed earlier to go street racing, logically speaking, accepting the challenge right now would have been the golden opportunity. Why on earth had she so decisively helped him refuse?

"Oh, the little bitch has quite a fiery temper! My car is right there on the track. If your pretty-boy boyfriend beats me, that Ferrari is yours. But if your pretty-boy boyfriend loses to me, you spend the night with me. How does that sound?" Lone Dog’s roving, lustful eyes roamed up and down Cen An'ai’s body, his filthy, lecherous gaze lingering for a long time upon her magnificent peaks.

The blatant obscenity in Lone Dog's eyes was impossible to conceal. In terms of figure, appearance, and bearing, Cen An'ai was an absolute masterpiece among women, and coupled with that slightly sassy little temper of hers, conquering her would surely bring a completely unique kind of thrill!

Subjected to Lone Dog's uninhibited scrutiny, Cen An'ai felt an immediate wave of discomfort wash over her entire body, that sickening sensation rising once more from the depths of her heart. Just as she was about to lash out, Xue Tian'ai extended a large hand, wrapped his arm around Cen An'ai's shoulder, and cast a cold sneer at Lone Dog.

"Aren't you being far too delusional? Wanting to hit on my An'an with nothing more than a Ferrari Portofino—are you certain your skull hasn't been punctured? Or are you truly no different from a lapdog, utterly lacking in IQ?"

Upon hearing Xue Tian'ai's remark, Tang Fangling and the other three young women widened their eyes in surprise. It seemed this Lone Dog hadn't even mentioned the model of his car, so how on earth did Xue Tian'ai know?

However, the situation was indeed exactly as Xue Tian'ai had stated. Therefore, even Tang Fangling, who still held some grievances against Xue Tian'ai, followed the cue of his words and chimed in: "That's right! Do you even have the slightest clue what kind of car my An'an drives, running your mouth here like a big shot? An'an, take out the keys to your Porsche 918 and smash them right in his face so he can get lost!"

Hearing what the group had to say, Lone Dog's face turned green. Never before had he encountered such stubborn prey while trying to pick up women here! Moreover, judging from what these people were saying, they all seemed to be exceptionally wealthy, which meant they were entirely unimpressed by his so-called supercar offensive!

Yet, when all was said and done, this was an underground racing track! This was his home turf, his stage—how could he possibly afford to lose face here so completely? Consequently, Lone Dog once again shifted his sharp focus back to Xue Tian'ai: "Pretty boy, are you even a man? Do you only know how to cower behind a woman? If you've got the guts, race me! What kind of achievement is it to hide in the back and talk big?"

"Whether I'm a man is hardly something you need to worry about. I know it well enough myself," Xue Tian'ai replied indomitably.

"That's right, does whether my boyfriend is a man require your concern? I'll find out for myself tonight in bed!" At that moment, Cen An'ai once again channeled her inner little witch, dropping that line while intimately snuggling closer into Xue Tian'ai's embrace...

Hearing this from the side, Xue Tian'ai nearly tripped over his own feet.

Tang Fangling and the three other women were left momentarily speechless. As expected of An'an, who had been thoroughly worn out for an entire day and night—she could utter such a shameful sentence with absolute poise...

Meanwhile, upon hearing Cen An'ai's remark, the flames of jealousy and lust burning in Lone Dog's eyes blazed even more fiercely. From the very beginning, he had already envisioned Cen An'ai as his plaything beneath him for tonight, but who could have guessed that this little girl was not only a wealthy heiress, but possessed such a vicious tongue as well?

"You..." Lone Dog clenched his fists so tightly that his facial features were completely twisted out of shape. He forcefully suppressed the surging agitation within him, then looked toward Xue Tian'ai with a supreme challenge: "If I lose, I'll give you another five million! How about that!"

"I'm not exactly short on cash..." Xue Tian'ai waved his hand dismissively. An'an's Porsche 918 alone was worth three times that five million. As he spoke, Xue Tian'ai produced the keys to the Porsche 918 and contemptuously dangled them in front of Lone Dog.

"If I lose, I'll strip naked and run a lap around the entire racing circuit!" Lone Dog persisted, his face contorted as he raised the stakes.

"I've got no interest in men. What good would it do me if you stripped naked!?" Xue Tian'ai casually waved his hand, still wearing an air of refusal.

"Just what on earth will it take for you to be willing to race me?!!!!!!" Lone Dog never anticipated that Xue Tian'ai would remain so completely impervious to reason, leaving him utterly unable to hold back his furious roar.

This time, Xue Tian'ai did not bother retorting to Lone Dog. Instead, he lowered his head and looked at Cen An'ai with doting affection, asking, "An'an, do you want to go play for a bit?"

Hearing Xue Tian'ai's words, Cen An'ai was stunned at first, but then, as if she had suddenly understood something, she nodded excitedly without hesitation: "I want to play, I want to play!"

"Then why don't you make a request to this Husky, An'an..." Xue Tian'ai gave a gentle smile, then turned his gaze back to Lone Dog and said, "As long as you agree to An'an's terms, it's not entirely out of the question for me to race you."

"What are your terms?" Although he had just been called a Husky, seeing a glimmer of a turnaround, Lone Dog managed to swallow his anger and looked toward Cen An'ai to ask.

As Tang Fangling and the other three women witnessed this sudden turn of events, a wave of panic washed over them. Just a second ago, they had been refusing to the bitter end—how could they suddenly be talking about racing now? "Hey, An'an..."

Sensing the anxiety of her friends, Cen An'ai smiled confidently and waved her hand. She harbored absolute faith that her brother-in-law, Xue Tian'ai, would never lead her astray, and she genuinely wanted to go down there to experience the thrill of street racing firsthand. On top of that, she couldn't stand this arrogant and rogue-like Lone Dog, and she dearly hoped Xue Tian'ai would thoroughly teach this stray dog a lesson.

"Hmm..." Cen An'ai pondered for a brief moment, then flashed a brilliant smile and said, "How about this—on top of everything you've already offered, add one more condition. If you lose, not only do you hand over five million, but you have to strip naked, run a complete lap around the racing track, and bark like a dog the entire way!"

"..." Upon hearing Cen An'ai's demand, Lone Dog narrowed his eyes slightly. A flash of ruthlessness crossed his gaze as he spoke viciously: "Fine! I agree to it! But if your pretty-boy boyfriend loses, you'll spend the night keeping me company! Of course, I'd also gladly welcome your boyfriend standing by to watch while I thoroughly ravish you!!"

As if terrified that Cen An'ai and Xue Tian'ai might go back on their word, Lone Dog immediately raised his voice and shouted to the surrounding crowd as soon as the words left his mouth: "Everyone, I believe you all heard and saw clearly just now! I've made a wager with this young lady! If I lose the race to her boyfriend today, I'll pay them five million! But if her boyfriend loses, she will spend the night playing with me!"

With that, the corner of Lone Dog's mouth curled into a triumphant smile of scheming success. All his forbearance just moments ago had truly paid off; it seemed the provocation tactic had ultimately worked its magic. He flatly refused to believe that a pretty boy like Xue Tian'ai knew the first thing about street racing, nor did he believe this pretty boy could possibly defeat him! In his mind, he was already fantasizing about intimately entangling himself with the young and stunning Cen An'ai tonight!

"Don't forget, you still have to strip naked, bark like a dog, and run a full lap around the track!" Matters had already reached this point, so Cen An'ai cast all hesitation aside and shouted back with heavy emphasis.

"Why don't you wait until your boyfriend actually manages to beat me before talking!" Lone Dog sneered contemptuously, then shifted his gaze back to Xue Tian'ai: "Everyone around us can serve as witnesses to the wager we just made. You pretty boy won't run away now, will you?"

"Of course not~" Xue Tian'ai chuckled dismissively. Right now, he was actually hoping this dog wouldn't tuck its tail and flee when the time came. Of course, if the mutt dared to try, he would ensure this Lone Dog deeply regretted ever drawing breath in this world.

"Good! You brought this upon yourselves! I'm going to go prepare for the race right now. Shall we have a one-on-one showdown, or shall we just run it alongside the upcoming group heat? Though you're nothing more than an amateur, using my connections, I can still squeeze you into our professional division just so you can make a complete fool of yourself."

"Let's just race together; it'll save some time. I still need to go home and hold An'an in my arms to sleep..." Xue Tian'ai said with a posture of supreme laziness.

"Hmph! Let's just hope you can keep running that mouth of yours once I'm ravishing your girlfriend! I'm going to go contact race control right now!" Lone Dog clapped his hands, let out a cold sneer, and spun around to leave.

The moment Lone Dog departed, the surrounding crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. Tang Fangling and the other young women rushed up to Xue Tian'ai immediately, yelling, "Have you lost your mind? Racing against a professional driver! And using An'an as a wager on top of that!!!!"

"Fangling, this is something I wanted to do of my own accord; you can't blame Tian'ai for this..." Cen An'ai quickly interjected.

"And you too, An'an! Have you truly been poisoned by him or something? Look at a guy like him—does he look anything like someone who knows how to street race? This man is full of sweet-talk, don't let him lead you around by the nose! Come on, An'an, forget about him, let's get out of here right now!" As Tang Fangling spoke, she stepped forward, intending to yank Cen An'ai out of Xue Tian'ai's embrace. She refused to stand idly by and watch her good friend get humiliated like this.

"Fangling, Tian'ai won't deceive me. I trust him, and I believe he will definitely win!" Cen An'ai stepped backward, dodging Tang Fangling's hand, and then looked up to ask Xue Tian'ai, "Tian'ai, you're going to win, right?"

"Of course!" Xue Tian'ai flashed a confident smile down at Cen An'ai, then raised his head to look at the newly updated contestant profiles and betting odds displayed on the giant electronic screen.

Extending a finger to point at the big screen, Xue Tian'ai spoke to Tang Fangling and the other three women, "Oh, by the way, if you girls want to make some easy money, just place a single bet on me to win!"