This mask is crafted from platinum, very noble, its appearance resembles a clown mask, except for a pattern engraved in the lower left corner.

Upon closer inspection, this pattern consists of two letters, precisely the first letter F from Lin Fan and the first letter M from Dai Mo!

If anyone from the racing world is present, seeing this mask would surely be shocked, because three years ago, the one who defeated "Nameless" Brook was wearing this mask!

"I didn't expect you were already prepared for this." Lin Fan recalled the wild exploits of the past, letting out a bitter laugh.

"Dear, forgive me for taking the initiative to prepare all this because I love you too much." Dai Mo apologized, worried that Lin Fan would blame her.

Lin Fan reached out and rubbed Dai Mo's charming face, and Dai Mo seemed like a small cat being petted by its owner, thoroughly enjoying herself, her pretty face radiating happiness.

"My dear, how could I blame you? When we were together, I promised to protect you for a lifetime. As long as I have a breath left, this promise counts." Lin Fan said softly, smiling.

"Thank you, dear." Dai Mo said emotionally.

After that, Lin Fan took the mask and weighed it in his hand, then slowly put it on his face.

Swish~

Suddenly, two icy rays shot out from Lin Fan's eyes, paired with this chilling mask, Lin Fan seemed to transform, emitting a chilling aura!

This... is precisely the aura that belonged to the Tyrant from three years ago, dominating the Dark Realm!

Since Lin Fan withdrew from the Dark Realm, he never released this aura. Even during the massacre at the B-K branch in the United States last time, he only emitted killing intent because he didn't want to expose himself.

But this time, with the mask on, Lin Fan no longer needed to worry about exposure; he could be blatantly arrogant, blatantly presumptuous, and blatantly disdain everything!

Dai Mo was captivated, savoring Lin Fan's cold aura, for this flavor was masculine, powerful, chilly, and had a manly charm, providing an indescribable sense of security!

"Beloved, you've finally returned!" Dai Mo looked full of tenderness.

Buzz buzz buzz~

The roaring sound of engines, like a beast growling, erupted again, as the Bugatti Veyron swiftly disappeared into the night!

The Houhai mountain road is a well-known racing ground in Yanjing. When night falls, it turns into the main venue for car enthusiasts, heavy metal music reverberating around the entire venue, echoing through the mountain's base!

Watching races is a direct shortcut for people to relieve stress, so not only professional enthusiasts come to watch, but also many white-collar workers, and every competition comes with betting.

Thus, this place also became a favorite spot for ladies, with many scantily-clad women standing in the crowd. Those who win money gambling often engage them for a wild night!

Not long after, two dazzling beams of light shone from below the mountain road, and a dedicated trailer truck slowly drove in, followed by a luxurious motorhome.

"Why would there be a truck on the raceway? Damn! What's going on?"

"Look quickly, that truck appears to have a sports car on it!"

The surrounding car enthusiasts were full of curiosity!

After the truck stopped, six foreign men immediately got off, opened the iron door at the back of the truck, forming a slope on the ground, and soon, a black sports car was gently unloaded from the truck.

"Holy crap! It's actually a top-tier Koenigsegg!"

"Damn! Rich people! It's said this car is priceless, unavailable without special order, requires advance booking, costing at least forty million or above, in the same league as the Bugatti Veyron."

Everyone simultaneously looked towards the motorhome behind, eager to see who the owner of this car was.

Soon, the motorhome door opened, and a man in racing gear stepped down.

The man was a pure-skinned Jew, with blonde hair and blue eyes, imparting a noble aura!

Some appeared puzzled, while those who truly understood cars were ecstatic!

"Holy crap! It's Brook, number two on the world's racing list! My god! Why has he returned to Huaxia!"

"Is he going to compete here? This will be spectacular!"

"Brook, I love you..."

Enthusiastic cheers resounded across the venue!

However, Brook glanced at the surrounding car enthusiasts with utter disdain. He never lacked fans, but in his eyes, these Huaxia fans were too lowly!

"Mr. Brook, welcome to Huaxia."

At this moment, a cordial laugh emerged from behind Brook.

He turned his head, and a young man came forward escorted by several burly men.

Dressed in a blue suit, with well-oiled black hair combed back in a pompadour style, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose bridge, his eyes hidden behind the glasses were exceptionally shrewd, a devious hypocrite who eats people without leaving a trace!

One of the Four Young Masters of Yanjing, ranked fourth, the Smiling Tiger, Chen Hu!

Brook opened his arms and embraced Chen Hu, laughing, "Chen, you're getting handsomer."

"Mr. Brook, you jest." Chen Hu said modestly.

"Chen, you Huaxia people have a bad habit, which is humility, something that in our UK represents excessive self-arrogance," Brook joked.

"Huaxia is a nation of etiquette, humility is a traditional virtue of Huaxia people," Chen Hu said with a smile.

Brook shook his head, saying helplessly, "You Huaxia people are really hard to understand."

Chen Hu laughed and said, "I wonder which competitor Mr. Brook plans to race against this time?"

"The British royal princess, Miss Dai Mo."

Brook's face twisted with a lecherous look, seeming to already fantasize about conquering Dai Mo after the race: "Chen, did you know? I've pursued that slut Dai Mo for five years, she finally agreed to race me. As long as I win, tonight she will submit beneath me, and I will punish her well!"

Upon hearing the name "Dai Mo," Chen Hu's eyes lit up!

Of course, Chen Hu knew about the relationship between Lin Fan and Dai Mo!

Though there was no direct interaction between Lin Fan and Chen Hu, Lin Fan slapped Huang Wei's face and showed no respect for Emperor Celestial Monarch. Without a doubt, he was standing as an enemy to all the Four Young Masters of Yanjing, a grudge of life and death!

Chen Hu's eyes flashed with a sinister color, grinning wickedly, "I hope Mr. Brook manages to win the beauty. We'll tamper with the track, placing spikes at the third bend. Mr. Brook just needs to be careful there, and victory in today's race is guaranteed. Then Princess Dai Mo won't escape Mr. Brook's grasp."

"Oh... Chen, you know me so well. I'll share some photos with you afterward." Brook laughed with ill intentions.

"Much appreciated, Mr. Brook," Chen Hu said with a smile, yet a sinister and deceitful gleam swiftly flashed in his eyes behind the golden glasses.

Buzz buzz buzz~

Then, the beast howling of engines came from the bottom of the mountain, as the Bugatti Veyron swept through the night sky, quickly speeding towards them!

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