"What do you mean?" Wang Shu asked the man with the beard, his face full of confusion.
"Back then, I ran into this group, the so-called Devil Four, and being young and hot-headed, I didn't pay them protection money. They targeted me on the track, and I had an accident!" The man with the beard recounted his humiliating past to Wang Shu, gritting his teeth whenever he mentioned the Devil Four.
"They're so arrogant, hasn't anyone dealt with them?" After hearing this, Wang Shu was shocked. He hadn't expected to encounter such people. But he was also puzzled. With such brazen and overbearing individuals, surely there was someone who could handle them?
"The Devil Four is an organization with ties to many underground groups. They even have people within the World Championship Organizing Committee. Countless contestants have reported them, but most complaints vanished into thin air. Some contestants were even threatened into withdrawing their accusations!" The man with the beard said with a complex expression. He had been one of them, constantly filing protests and complaints, but to no avail. No one would handle the matter, and over time, everyone just got used to it. If they knew they'd drawn the "group of death," they'd obediently pay the protection money for peace. Even some powerful clubs showed deference to the Devil Four.
"This is truly eye-opening. I'd like to see what these Devil Four are capable of!" A hint of a mocking smile played on Wang Shu's lips as he murmured.
"Brother Wang Shu, you can't be impulsive! You're still young and have many opportunities. The best choice is to temporarily avoid their sharp edge!" Seeing the determined look in Wang Shu's eyes and his refusal to back down from the Devil Four, the man with the beard quickly advised. He didn't want his tragedy to repeat itself with this young man.
"Don't worry, Old Brother Yu. I can handle them!" Wang Shu was unfazed by the man's persuasion. Who was Wang Shu? He wasn't afraid of any so-called Devil Four. When he got on the track, he would show those guys what a racing god was, what a divine car was! By then, he'd make sure they couldn't even see his taillights. .oγg
After bidding farewell to the man with the beard, Wang Shu went upstairs and returned to his room. As soon as he got back, Wang Shu began searching online for information and details about the so-called Devil Four. After all, knowing your enemy was half the battle. Although his driving skills were world-class, he couldn't afford to be taken down by dirty tricks. There were plenty of racing gods who had capsized in the gutter, and he couldn't let the lifespan he'd so dearly bought with a fortune end prematurely.
As expected, the so-called Devil Four had information online, and many people were vocal about their grievances. After watching a few in-car recordings, Wang Shu roughly understood their usual tactics. It mostly involved several people harassing one opponent, disrupting their normal race. If the harassed contestant resisted, they would be violently rammed until their vehicle lost control. Having understood their modus operandi, Wang Shu had a rough plan.
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The next morning, Wang Shu received a call informing him that his car had been delivered. Wang Shu quickly got dressed and took a taxi to the delivery location.
"Brother, did you ship this car over to pick up passengers here?" The delivery driver asked Wang Shu, full of curiosity. Most of the cars transported along this route were supercars or luxury vehicles, or at the very least, performance cars. But this was the first time he'd seen a Wuling Hongguang being transported, so he was naturally curious.
"I brought it for a competition!" Wang Shu didn't hide anything and replied directly.
"A competition? With this car? Are you kidding me?" The delivery driver looked at Wang Shu in disbelief. He had never seen anyone use a Wuling Hongguang for a race.
"Why would I kid you? Can't a Wuling race?" Wang Shu said with a smile.
"Alright, I've transferred the money. I'm leaving now!" After a quick inspection of the vehicle, Wang Shu paid the balance, then got into the car, started the engine, shouted a farewell to the delivery driver, and sped away.
"You're a real one, kid!" The delivery driver watched the Wuling Hongguang disappear into the distance and couldn't help but sigh, taking a drag from his cigarette. He had been in this business for over twenty years and had seen many outlandish things, but he had never seen anyone race a Wuling. He couldn't help but give Wang Shu a big thumbs-up in his heart. The kid had guts.
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Wang Shu quickly drove his Wuling to the front of the hotel where the man with the beard stayed. The man with the beard happened to be outside. When he saw a van-shaped vehicle approaching, he looked puzzled. Then, the car stopped steadily in front of him, and Wang Shu rolled down the window to greet him.
"Is this your racing vehicle?" The man with the beard asked Wang Shu, his face full of disbelief.
"That's right!" Wang Shu confirmed with a nod.
"Oh, God, this is too much of a joke! Can this car really compete?" The man with the beard shook his head. In his opinion, such a vehicle had no right to participate in a race, let alone win. While racing heavily relied on the driver's skill, the demands on the vehicle were equally stringent. After all, a good horse needs a good saddle; without a suitable race car, even the best driver couldn't win.
"I think it's fine. I believe in it!" Wang Shu patted the dusty door of the car with a confident expression.
"Hahaha, alright, then you'd better do your best!" The man with the beard said with a helpless smile. "If you insist on racing this car, I have some things in my warehouse that you might be able to use!" Seeing Wang Shu's firm resolve, the man with the beard spoke directly to him and then led Wang Shu to the warehouse.
The man with the beard's warehouse was more like a workshop than a warehouse. It was filled with various vehicle modification tools and parts. "Leave the car here, and I'll give it a thorough inspection and tune-up! I'll also replace some parts that can be replaced," the man with the beard said directly to Wang Shu.
"Huh?" Wang Shu was taken aback by the man's words and looked at him with confusion.
"This is the least I can do for you. I won't charge you," the man with the beard, sensing Wang Shu's confusion, explained directly. Seeing that the other party wasn't charging him, Wang Shu immediately went out and drove the car into the workshop and handed it over to the man with the beard for a comprehensive modification and repair.
By evening, the man with the beard was covered in engine oil, and Wang Shu was similarly stained, yet neither felt tired.
"I've replaced everything that could be replaced. Good luck with your race tomorrow!" The man with the beard said to Wang Shu as he crawled out from under the car.
"Thank you so much for your trouble. I don't know how to repay you!" Wang Shu was extremely grateful for the man's help.
"It would be enough if you returned safely from the race. Future opportunities are what matter most," the man with the beard said, glancing at his own leg and patting Wang Shu's shoulder. Wang Shu suddenly understood. The man with the beard was worried that Wang Shu would suffer the same fate as him at the hands of the Devil Four.
"Don't worry, I'll be fine! May I see your leg?" Wang Shu's eyes lit up as he looked at the man with the beard.
"Why? What's so special about my leg?" The man with the beard was surprised by Wang Shu's sudden request and asked with confusion.
"Perhaps your leg can recover," Wang Shu said with a serious expression.
"Don't be naive. If it could recover, I would have sought treatment long ago. I've been to the most advanced hospitals in the world, and they were all powerless," the man with the beard said with a sense of dejection. He had once held onto the hope that his leg could be healed, so even if he couldn't race, he could still drive and experience the joy of driving.
"Have you ever heard of a medical practice from the distant East called Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Wang Shu said calmly.
"Traditional Chinese Medicine?" When the man with the beard heard these words, he shivered all over. He was so interested in Chinese culture, yet he hadn't considered using TCM to treat his leg.
"Do you understand Traditional Chinese Medicine?" The man with the beard looked at Wang Shu curiously.
"Yes, so I'd like you to cut open your pants so I can take a look." Wang Shu nodded and said.
"Okay, then hurry up and take a look!" Seeing Wang Shu nod, the man with the beard became very excited. He directly tore open his pant leg with his hands and placed it in front of Wang Shu.
When Wang Shu saw the scar on the man's leg, he couldn't help but frown. These people were truly ruthless. Such a long scar! No wonder those major hospitals were powerless. The bone must have been injured. Furthermore, with the divine doctor's legacy he possessed, Wang Shu immediately noticed the anomaly on the man's leg. Clearly, the bone in this leg had had problems before, and he had had a cast and steel plate applied on the doctor's advice. However, this only solved the superficial problem. The real issue with the man's leg was that a tendon had been broken, which had resulted in him being lame. Even though the bone had been reattached, he still couldn't control the lower half of his leg.
"This leg of yours can still be saved!" Wang Shu said calmly after understanding the situation.
"Are you serious?" When the man with the beard heard Wang Shu say that his leg could still be saved, he was filled with emotion.