At this moment, Luo Chao opened the car door and sat in the back seat, clapping his hands, "Okay, they definitely won't dare to bother us again."

"Luo Chao, how are you so incredible, did you practice some kind of Martial Arts Manual?" Lanya said, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement.

Luo Chao said in surprise, "You figured it out!"

"Teach me too," Lanya said excitedly.

Luo Chao boastfully said, "Then I'll teach you a set of martial arts. Once mastered, you can rule the Martial Arts world for eternity!"

Hiss! In her excitement, Lanya accidentally pressed the brake, causing the car to jolt forward violently. Ning Wanxi rolled her eyes but couldn't be bothered to poke through Luo Chao's nonsense.

"Teach me now, what kind of martial arts is it?"

Luo Chao grinned mischievously, "The Heart Sutra!"

Seeing his sleazy smile, Lanya instantly realized there couldn't be anything good, her face flushed with anger. If she weren't strapped in by the seatbelt, she would definitely charge to the backseat to fight Luo Chao.

"Drop dead!" Lanya shouted.

The Range Rover sped down the street. At this moment, Ning Wanxi didn't know why but felt an inexplicable irritation in her heart. She increasingly felt that Luo Chao was more complicated than he appeared but still had a carefree attitude, which was rather frustrating.

"Luo Chao," Ning Wanxi suddenly spoke in the silent car.

"Hmm?" Luo Chao responded.

Ning Wanxi said calmly, "Starting next Monday, report to the logistics department at the company."

"Uh," Luo Chao was momentarily stunned, then said, "Alright!"

Even though he didn't know what Ning Wanxi was up to, getting upgraded from security to white-collar was a huge opportunity, something Luo Chao could never refuse.

In Ning Wanxi's villa, Luo Chao played video games at home, and during his free time, helped Aunt Zhou hold little Doudou. Monday quickly arrived.

Since he was directly transferred by the chairman, Luo Chao didn't need to go to work as a security guard. Today, Luo Chao got up early and drove a Passat, which Ning Wanxi assigned specifically for him, to work and to embrace the new job.

After all, since Luo Chao was originally a security guard, this Passat was a second-hand car bought by Ning Wanxi, with its exterior and interior worn and over a hundred thousand kilometers on its record. Yet, for Luo Chao, who used to take the bus to work every day, it was still a precious treasure.

On a busy street, Luo Chao had just finished breakfast and was about to get into the car when a mocking voice came through, "Wow, this junk car isn't that old, is it? Aren't you afraid it might fall apart on the road?"

Luo Chao looked towards the voice and saw Li Changfeng, the head of the security department, standing beside a Porsche 911, accompanied by two cronies, one driving a Chevrolet Camaro and the other the least impressive, a Mazda sports car.

"But honestly, for a security guard to be able to drive a car is already impressive. It doesn't really matter what kind of car," Li Changfeng continued to sneer.

Luo Chao picked at his ear, "And it's not even summer yet, but there are so many flies buzzing around. It's kind of annoying. If I had a fly swatter, I'd definitely swat this pesky fly dead."

"Pfft." People who were having breakfast almost spat out their hot noodles when they heard how Luo Chao cleverly insulted others, truly an art of scolding.

Li Changfeng's two sidekicks shouted, "Who are you calling? Are you asking for trouble?"

Both rolled up their sleeves, wanting to start a fight, but Li Changfeng, having witnessed Luo Chao's skills firsthand, raised his hand and stopped them. He said with a smile, "We're civilized people; how can we resort to violence? If there's a fight, let it be a battle of wits!"

"Luo Chao, do you dare to engage in a battle of wits?" Li Changfeng stared at Luo Chao and said.

Luo Chao's lips curved into a smile, "How do you want to compete?"

"A race to Tengyuan Tower. Whoever gets there first wins. If you don't dare, then get lost," Li Changfeng sneered, looking at the old Passat with disdain.

Shameless, truly shameless, many cursed inwardly after hearing his words. How could an old Passat compete with a Porsche 911 sports car?

"What are the stakes?" Luo Chao squinted slightly and asked.

"." Everyone was stunned on the spot, not expecting Luo Chao to dare accept the challenge. Is he out of his mind?

Li Changfeng was a little taken aback, then laughed, "What can you possibly wager against me? The only thing of value on you is that beat-up Passat. How about this: if I lose, I'll give you 100,000 yuan. If you lose, you kneel and kowtow to me three times. How about that?"

Luo Chao laughed, "That's not fair. How about whoever loses kneels and kowtows three times and pays 100,000 yuan to the winner?"

"Alright! If you don't have the money, you'll regret it," Li Changfeng gritted his teeth, confident he wouldn't lose. Even a brand-new Passat couldn't compare to a Porsche sports car.

Luo Chao smiled lightly, "Let's begin!"

Li Changfeng and his two lackeys got into their sports cars, and Luo Chao was also ready. With a loud vroom, the Porsche 911 shot off like an arrow, followed closely by the Camaro and Mazda sports cars, leaving the Passat slowly accelerating, a fatal delay.

Witnessing this, everyone sighed in unison, "Intelligence is a curse indeed."

Vroom! The Passat finally reached 60 km/h. Luo Chao floored the gas pedal without a hint of brake use, speeding up to 80 km/h, and still accelerating.

This road, East Lake Avenue, had a speed limit of 50 km/h, with plenty of speed radars and cameras, but Li Changfeng was recklessly speeding, disregarding the concept of speeding limits, pushing his car to 100 km/h. Given it wasn't a racetrack, with many private cars weaving through, he had to slow down, maintaining 80 km/h, and checked his rearview mirror, not spotting the black Passat at all.

Li Changfeng's expression turned smug, "Competing with me is self-humiliation!"

Yet, at that moment, his laughter abruptly stopped. A dark figure zipped out from behind a truck 100 meters away, exceeding speeds of 120 km/h!

Moreover, the Passat showed no intention of slowing down amidst oncoming traffic, darting between vehicles like a flea, shifting with precision.

"This is crazy!" Li Changfeng shouted, his heart racing. How could a security guard have such impressive racing skills?

Driving a disintegrating Passat, it was remarkable Luo Chao wielded such control, effortlessly weaving through a congested street.

Biting his lip, Li Changfeng stomped on the gas, subsequently dialing up his two cronies behind, "Block him for me!"

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