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"Qu Da, how about we race two laps and see who's best?"

Though they were curious about Qin Fang's identity, seeing that Qin Fang himself seemed reluctant to say much and that Qu Yuancheng had no intention of revealing details, the others naturally refrained from asking further.

Since they were already on horseback, someone immediately made the suggestion.

"Younger Brother Qin, care to join us for some fun?"

Of course, they also casually invited Qin Fang to participate...

"Qin Fang, what do you think?"

Qu Yuancheng didn't mind either way. Occasionally, when he came horseback riding, he might run into young masters from other families. Gathering together for a casual race wasn't anything new.

However, since he was here as a host today and Qin Fang was the main guest, naturally he had to check with Qin Fang first. Leaving Qin Fang behind and joining the race himself wouldn't be appropriate.

"I'm fine with it... Count me in!"

Qin Fang had no objections either. Though these guys seemed like spoiled heirs, they were products of powerful families. Their underlying Strength might not be as unimpressive as it seemed. Forming connections with them could prove useful for his plan to humiliate the Qu Family.

"Alright, let's stick to the usual rules..."

Seeing that both Qin Fang and Qu Yuancheng agreed, the four others chuckled and casually responded. Without delay, they lined up their horses alongside Qin Fang and Qu Yuancheng. Judging by their practiced appearance, it was clear this wasn't their first time racing.

"The usual rules?"

Qin Fang, being a newcomer, didn't understand what these rules were, so he turned to Qu Yuancheng for clarification.

"Ten laps total. Whoever finishes first wins, and each loser pays ten thousand."

Hong Kong Island loved betting on horse racing, and these wealthy young masters were no exception. Not only did they place bets at races organized by the Jockey Club, but they also made private wagers with one another.

It was similar to inland drag racing culture. However, on Hong Kong Island, these young masters had largely abandoned drag racing, finding horse racing to be a more distinguished activity.

"Sure, no problem..."

To those present, a loss of ten thousand Hong Kong dollars was trivial, just pocket change. They were purely racing for fun.

For perspective, the monthly cost of caring for and feeding one of their horses far exceeded ten thousand Hong Kong dollars.

Especially Qin Fang's steed, Flying General—its monthly expenses easily exceeded a million Hong Kong dollars, a sum sufficient to purchase a limited-edition luxury car.

Hong Kong Island differed from inland areas, with less oppressive tariffs. A million Hong Kong dollars was enough to directly buy a top-tier car from the manufacturer.

"Go!"

Once all six people and horses were ready, a stableman acted as the temporary referee. Following his countdown, the six horses, guided by their riders, instantly surged forward at full speed.

A galloping steed is when its true value shines brightest.

Though these horses had been domesticated as pets, distinct from their wild counterparts, their innate love for running remained unchanged.

Needless to say, Flying General—hailed as one of the best racehorses at the Jockey Club—more than lived up to its reputation. It was noticeably superior to the other horses.

Though Qin Fang didn't deploy his masterful riding techniques, simply guiding Flying General with an ordinary approach, the horse's raw speed instantly left the other five far behind.

The five trailing horses tried their best to catch up, but the gap only widened. And then, with a slight squeeze from Qin Fang's legs, Flying General shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow.

"Damn, that's just bullying..."

"Unfair to the extreme..."

"Can you even call this fun anymore..."

Faintly, Qin Fang could still hear the distant cries of despair coming from the wealthy heirs trailing behind. While they had anticipated Flying General being faster, its overwhelming dominance left them thoroughly disheartened...

Flying General had been stabled at the Jockey Club for a good amount of time, but even Qu Laosi—Qu Yuanrui—had only ridden it on rare occasions and rarely let it run full tilt, fearing any unnecessary injury.

Typically, when these heirs raced one another, they selected horses of similar caliber so the outcome hinged on riding skill and luck.

A blowout race like this—leaving them hopelessly behind—was truly unprecedented...

The racetrack was extensive, although the path was very flat. The turf quality was excellent, ensuring the horses' hooves wouldn't be injured while running.

Flying General had clearly been stifled for too long. It was pampered daily, and even when taken out for a trot, its owners were overly cautious, never letting it freely gallop.

That is, until today. Qin Fang, entirely different from its usual cautious masters, didn't curtail its speed. It was as though he encouraged Flying General to sprint as it pleased, perfectly matching its pent-up desires.

And so, when the dam burst, the result was explosive.

Behind him, the five heirs—including Qu Yuancheng—suffered utter humiliation. By the fourth lap alone, Qin Fang and Flying General had left them trailing over a hundred meters behind...

In typical races, two or three horse-lengths lead was already considered significant.

But with such a massive margin, even a fool could see the disparity between the competitors. There was hardly any need to complete all ten laps—the result was already clear.

By the time Qin Fang finished the fourth lap, he saw Qu Yuancheng and the others had stopped their horses. They were idling around, chatting casually.

"Younger Brother Qin, we're done. We admit defeat... This Flying General is just too overpowering. Absolutely unbeatable!"

As Qin Fang slowed Flying General and approached them, one of the heirs bitterly confessed. This sort of race, where they couldn't even hope to keep up, was hardly worth continuing.

Losing money wasn't an issue; it was the blow to their confidence that hurt the most. They had never been so thoroughly crushed before.

"Well, thanks for the fun, everyone..."

Though Qin Fang hadn't gotten his fill of racing, Flying General certainly hadn't either. The horse was visibly displeased with the abrupt halt, stomping its hooves and snorting audibly. Unfortunately, Qin Fang ignored it, squeezing its sides again, prompting Flying General to reluctantly calm down.

It was merely a small detail, but to the heirs present—many of whom had some knowledge of horsemanship—it was noteworthy. Even seasoned riders struggle to tame a spirited and temperamental horse like Flying General.

Yet, Qin Fang managed the feat with a simple squeeze of its sides, a testament to his remarkable riding skills...

These men noticed, and so did others watching from the stables.

Clip-clop, clip-clop~~

Amidst the rhythm of approaching hoofbeats, a robust chestnut horse strode toward Qin Fang and his group. Its gait might not have been fast, but it carried a deliberate, rhythmic grace.

"What a fine horse..."

Qin Fang couldn't help but praise it upon seeing the chestnut horse. Its quality matched that of Flying General—a top-tier steed!

A great horse paired with a competent rider was a true match made in heaven.

His gaze slowly shifted from the horse to its rider—a young, strikingly beautiful girl who sat firmly atop it, her brows exuding a palpable arrogance.

"Miss Hu..."

Without any introductions, Qin Fang immediately recognized her—it was none other than Little Chili, Miss Hu, who had almost run into him earlier.

"Race me!"

The fiery Miss Hu lived up to her reputation. Casting the briefest of glances at Qin Fang—likely not even registering his appearance—she tilted her chin up and uttered the challenge with a disdainful snort.

"You?"

Qin Fang looked at the haughty girl, the curiosity in his gaze replaced with indifference. Then, without hesitation, he coldly responded, "Not interested."

With that, he stirred his horse forward, creating distance between himself and Miss Hu, as though her proximity was distasteful.

"Huh..."

His blunt rejection left everyone present in a daze, including Qu Yuancheng, the other heirs, and, most of all, Miss Hu—Little Chili. Her face turned an alarming shade of purple, her eyes blazing with fury.

But Qin Fang remained indifferent, completely ignoring her reaction.

Honestly, it wasn't an act of showing off—he truly wasn't interested.

Racing casually with the other heirs simply passed the time. He enjoyed the thrill of horseback riding and welcomed opportunities to cultivate friendships.

As for Miss Hu, he couldn't care less about her temperament. It wasn't just her near-collision with him earlier—her lack of an apology left an even worse impression. If anything, Qin Fang thought himself generous for not publicly calling her out, purely out of courtesy because she was a woman...

Competing with her? Not a chance.

For someone born into a wealthy family but lacking any manners, Qin Fang preferred to keep a respectful distance...

Otherwise, who knows what trouble might come, like earlier when her horse nearly ran him down. Had he not reacted swiftly, he'd likely be "roadkill" by now...

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