Pet King
chapter-1073

It was almost midnight.

The bustling of Binhai City had finally started to settle down.

The people who still had to study or go to work the next day showered, brushed their teeth, scrolled through their social media on their phones in their beds, and finally put their phones down reluctantly to sleep.

The hermits sat before their computers, fighting their own intense battles, faces shining with oil. The night was still young for them.

The people doing night shifts yawned, fighting the sleep bug.

But for another group of people, the night was just beginning.

Zoom!

Zoom!

In a certain building on a nearby street, the residents were already on their merry way to dreamland, but they were rudely shaken awake by the loud noise. They turned over in bed in frustration, muffling their ears with their pillows, and muttered under their breath, “The rich kids are racing the streets in their sports cars again! They seriously have issues!”

Yup, who knew where these rich kids had come from—there might have been another group of people nearby who were forced out of their homes and received a huge sum of money in compensation, making them rich overnight. They made use of the late night, when traffic police were not around and there were few cars on the street, to race cars, and they rammed their accelerators to the maximum. Some of them had even modified their cars, changing up their mufflers to make the sound even more piercingly annoying then it had been previously.

They were just rich kids in the lowest sense. Their sports cars were just the entry-level, $1- to $2-million sports cars. But they were still unattainable for most normal people.

They might have watched too many movies or played too many games, coupled with having too much spare cash on their hands. They had gathered here like flies on this long, wide, straight road, racing their new sports cars, turning their music to the maximum volume, howling in excitement occasionally. They didn’t have much in terms of driving skills. They only knew how to step on the accelerator to gain speed, getting a sense of satisfaction and burning away their adrenaline.

The people who lived nearby were all troubled by it, often getting rudely woken up right as they are about to fall asleep. They could probably still deal with it if it were winter or spring, when they closed their windows at night to sleep. But with spring transitioning into summer, everyone had their windows open during the night to enjoy the nice temperatures, and the noise was just intolerable. Some people with heart issues might have even been shocked by the sudden burst of noise, their pulses accelerating suddenly, and the students preparing for examinations had it extremely tough too.

The residents had conveyed the issue to the relevant authorities, but there had been no signs of the situation improving at all. The rich kids were always out in the middle of the night, but they didn’t show up every night, and it wouldn’t be possible for the traffic police to wait here every day until the night. Besides, they would always send a few people to drive by normally and survey the area before their races, and if they saw traffic police, they would either move elsewhere or change their date.

“Do you know what this is called? This is guerilla warfare!”

After racing back and forth several times, the rich kids gathered all their cars in a circle along the empty roadside. They sat on the hoods of their cars and discussed their races loudly, expressing how satisfying they were.

One of them had a baseball cap on, worn skewed to the side, and a black-and-white-striped leather jacket. He had a can of beer in his left hand and his soft girlfriend in his right. He exclaimed loudly to the others. From his looks, he seemed to be in his early twenties, but you could see signs of his endeavors on his face.

“To retreat if they advance, to disrupt if they rest, to attack if they’re tired, to chase if they retreat! If the police come after us, we run. Our car license plates are all fake anyway, and their cars can’t catch up to us. If the police are here, we’ll change places. If they’re tired and retreat, then this will be our territory! Those stupid police can’t do anything about us anyway!”

He showed off his knowledge to the other rich kids, getting a wave of admiration from them.

“Boss is so amazing to even know about this!”

“Boss doesn’t just have amazing driving skills. He knows a lot of things too!”

“Ha! I asked you bunch of brats to not only think of women. You should study more. If you study more, women will automatically come to you, just like my baby here. She loves hearing my talk!”

The rich kid with the baseball cap laughed loudly. His right hand pinched at his girlfriend’s waist, eliciting a filthy moan as she snuggled into his hold again.

They say that in the world of the blind, the cyclops is king. Even though he was only a high school graduate, amongst this group of people who on average were middle school dropouts, he was shockingly smart.

As the laughter died down, someone asked him cheekily, “Boss, where are we going next? To run a few more rounds? Or should we go to karaoke and see if we can pick up any drunk chicks?”

“Let’s go a few more rounds!” Another person patted the Porsche 911 beneath his butt. “I didn’t have energy early on, and I didn’t step on the accelerator fully, but this time I definitely won’t lose!”

“Tch! Stop lying, you pussy!” the others shouted at him.

“I’m sleepy. Let’s get a room,” the girlfriend yawned, whispering to the baseball hat kid.

He had long since had a fire burning deep in him for his girlfriend, unsatisfied with just touching and kneading at her and wanting to satiate that fire by getting a room. But his ego was too inflated for him to be okay with the other rich kids looking down on him.

As he was hesitating, there was a sudden burst of snickering from the darkness not too far away.

“Who? Who the f*ck’s laughing?”

The kid thought that someone was laughing at him. He knew his own skills. He could show off in front of these stupid followers, but it wouldn’t look good on him if anyone else heard him.

The laughter was soft and disappeared after a short period of time.

The other kids had stopped their laughing, asking, “What… What is it?”

“Not talking about you guys! Didn’t you guys hear someone laughing earlier?” the baseball-hat rich kid said.

The rest of them regarded each other. They hadn’t been paying attention at all.

“No, I hadn’t heard anything.”

“Someone’s laughing? Boss, did you hear wrongly? It’s already so late, and there aren’t many people around here…”

“What about you? Did you hear anything?” The kid squeezed the girlfriend in his arms again.

She was so tuckered out she could barely open her eyes, and she shook her head.

“Tsk! You just take a nap in the car. I’ll be back soon.” He threw away the beer bottle, leaving his girlfriend in the sports car. He closed the door and stomped in the direction of the laughter, the alcohol acting as liquid courage.

“Boss, what are you doing?” the others asked.

“I drank too much, so I’m going to pee! And to see who dared to laugh at me!” he said without even turning back.

“Wait! I’m coming too!”

“Boss, you didn’t do it too much and get weak kidneys, right?”

“Hahaha!”

“Shut up!”

Almost all of the kids came over, some of them wanting to pee, some of them wanting to burn off extra energy, and some of them just going to support the others.

Even though the night was late, they were all young men, gaining confidence in numbers. There wasn’t much they were afraid of.

If any one of them were to raise their head now, they would find a cat, but not a cat, sitting on a three-story building nearby, shining brightly like metal under the moonlight.