X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 151 - 146: He’s Riding a Rocket

"King of Hell!" Ye Tian’s eyes were filled with murderous intent.

It was crystal clear that the deaths of these people were definitely the doing of the Hell King; he did it for a simple reason, and that was to silence them, preventing Ye Tian from finding him.

"You think like this, I can’t find you? You are underestimating me!" Ye Tian clenched his fists tightly, raging furiously in his heart, "Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I’ll unearth you! Hell King, just wait for my wrath!"

As he spoke, he suddenly felt the Crystal Ball inside his body pulse violently, and Ye Tian’s face turned cold.

These days, the beating of the Crystal Ball had become more and more violent, this strange change giving Ye Tian an ominous premonition.

Whether he wished to unlock the secrets of the Crystal Ball or cure Yun Xinyan from the Peony Flower Poison, Ye Tian had to find the Hell King. From the current situation, things were becoming increasingly urgent.

The air was filled with the stench of blood, so suffocating it made it hard to breathe.

Ye Tian hung the skull necklace around his neck as spoils of this battle and also as a symbol, constantly reminding himself to seek revenge and warning himself not to forget the hatred for the Hell King.

By now, the workshop was blazing with ferocious flames. The Fire Virtue Gang had the character for ’fire’ in its name; these people meeting their end in a fiery blaze could be considered fitting.

Walking slowly out of the inferno-engulfed workshop, Ye Tian silently exited the abandoned factory and once again arrived at the factory’s main gate, where he saw his McLaren.

When he left, the McLaren had been intact, parked right there, but now that he returned, the supercar was missing a tire, and someone had even scratched the body.

This car was worth about three million, not exactly a high price— it was even less valuable than a set of Ye Tian’s clothing. But Yun Xinyan had bought it for him, and it was filled with true affection.

With the car now damaged like this, if Yun Xinyan found out, she would certainly be heartbroken.

Thinking of Yun Xinyan’s current condition, Ye Tian was burning with anger.

"Damn it, just because a tiger doesn’t show its might, you think I’m Hello-Kitty!"

Ye Tian was enraged right then and there, no need to ask why. This area was desolate, with no one around except for those wealthy heirs who raced; the type of person who would do such a despicable act was surely one of those rich kids.

Although he didn’t know why the other party had done this, if Ye Tian guessed correctly, it was probably that person named Ren Jun. They had only just met, and this bastard had already damaged his beloved car—that account would not be settled!

At this moment, the roar of motorcycles came from the asphalt road, and in the distance, three supercars throttled up, ready to shoot off from the starting line.

A voluptuous lady in an ultra-short dress held a colorful little flag in her hand and announced loudly, "The final race of Death Cars, only these three have qualified. Who will be the ultimate winner, who will take home the one million prize money, we await with bated breath." With that, she began the countdown, "3, 2, 1, ready, go!"

She hadn’t finished speaking when Ye Tian saw clearly one of the cars, a Porsche driven by Ren Jun himself. Beside the Porsche was an Aston Martin, and its driver was a blonde who seemed quite chummy with Ren Jun, laughing and talking. It looked like the blonde spotted him, glanced disdainfully, and spit in his direction.

At that moment, Ren Jun caught sight of Ye Tan in his rearview mirror. He smirked, lowered the window, and raised his middle finger. It was clear that he was declaring war on Ye Tian in the most arrogant way possible.

Just then, the fiery-tempered lady waved the little flag and announced, "The game begins!"

At that, the roaring engines erupted, with the Porsche blazing ahead, closely followed by the blonde’s Aston Martin. Both cars sped off like lightning, racing up the mountain road.

"Thinking of running? No way!"

Ye Tian was filled with pent-up rage; he couldn’t let that bastard Ren Jun get away. As the supercars dashed forward, about to disappear from his sight, Ye Tian truly panicked.

Fortunately, there was a wealthy kid on a mountain bike nearby, showing off his trick of riding with no hands to impress the ladies. Ye Tian kicked the rich kid off the mountain bike and leapt onto it in one swift motion.

The rich kid fell into a roadside ditch, covered in mud, and immediately started wailing, causing several women to scream in shock.

The mountain bike was of excellent quality. Ye Tian mounted it and pedaled furiously, his feet moving so fast they were barely visible, leaving only a blur in their wake.

The watching heirs were debating who would win the championship. Some said it would be the Aston Martin, given that Blonde Dapeng knew supercars better, while others disagreed.

Just then, a wildly sprinting mountain bike crossed the starting line, picking up gusts of wind that whipped up the dead leaves on the ground, and quickly caught the rich kids’ attention.

"Damn, am I seeing things, is that a bicycle?"

"Oh my god, that’s little Ming’s mountain bike! That’s seriously fast!"

"Are you sure that’s Little Ming riding? Hah, that’s not just riding, that’s like riding a rocket!"

As the young lads were discussing mountain bikes, the bevy of beauties started to scream in excitement, as if they had just laid eyes on a Prince Charming. Almost all of them widened their eyes, incessantly screaming in their exhilaration.

Following the direction of the ladies’ gaze towards the winding mountain road, the guys also began to shout in awe, because they saw a sight they would never forget.

On the serpentine mountain road with its numerous twists and turns, a cool Porsche was leading the way, closely followed by the Aston Martin driven by the rotund, blonde-haired Big Peng. And, incredibly, right behind these two lightning-fast supercars, was a mountain bike.

From its momentum, the mountain bike seemed like it was about to overtake the Aston Martin.

As for the third supercar that had made it into the final race, the Jaguar F-type had long been left behind by the mountain bike, vanishing without a trace.

"Oh my god, who is that cyclist? Does anyone know him? Quickly, enlighten us; he is simply unbeatable!"

"I just said, this guy isn’t riding a mountain bike, it’s absolutely a rocket. How else could it be so fast?"

"I know this person; his name is Ye Tian, and he is my friend," said Wang Nana, a colleague of Liu Fei’er. She herself did not expect Ye Tian to be so spectacular, fiercely pedaling his bike up the mountain road.

One should know that this mountain road, called Longxi Mountain, is the Autumn Mountain of Jiang City, featuring eighteen deadly turns and fifty-six smaller bends, each more perilous than the last. A moment’s inattention could result in a disastrous plunge down the mountain.

In the evening, as the sunset clouds rolled in, the whole Longxi Mountain was dyed golden, truly resembling a coiling golden dragon from a distance.

At this very moment, two high-speed supercars were racing wildly on Longxi Mountain, and astonishingly, a mountain bike was chasing right behind them.

What was most shocking was that every time the supercars in front slowed down at the bends, the mountain bike behind wildly accelerated, steadily closing the distance.

Ye Tian had devoted years to practicing leg skills in his youth, resulting in extraordinarily strong legs. The bike he was pedaling, made of quality materials, didn’t fall apart despite his furious pedaling. However, the axle bearings were creaking ominously, indicating they were close to their limit.

Longxi Mountain had many sharp, abrupt turns that were almost all hair-raisingly treacherous.

Logically, no matter how fast a mountain bike might be, it could never outpace a supercar that could accelerate to a hundred kilometres per hour in just three seconds; a mere touch of the accelerator would leave the bike far behind.

However, on the heavily curved terrain of Longxi Mountain, supercars were unable to drive fast. They could only accelerate briefly on the straightaways, and once they encountered a bend, they were forced to brake immediately.

Every time the supercar in front slowed down to brake, Ye Tian’s mountain bike furiously caught up, significantly narrowing the distance between them.

As things progressed to this point, Ren Jun in the Porsche had already noticed Ye Tian, and Liu Fei’er in the passenger seat was stunned. She was not merely looking back; her heart pounded erratically.

In the young girl’s eyes, it appeared as if Ye Tian was riding his bike in pursuit of her, which made her both excited and worried.

"Ren Jun, stop the car, I want to get off. He must be here for me," Liu Fei’er said. Her biggest fear now was a tragic accident; if there were to be a crash, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

"Not now, my race isn’t over yet. If I stop now, I lose, and that’s a million in prize money," Ren Jun explained with a frown, cursing in his heart that this spoiled brat was too easily distracted. Seeing that bicycle-riding jerk had her completely befuddled, as if he were invisible.

The angrier he became, the harder Ren Jun pressed on the accelerator. Liu Fei’er felt a strong force pushing her back as the Porsche’s speed suddenly shot up to 180.

Big Peng in the Aston Martin was shocked and thought, "Has Ren Jun gone mad? He really dares to risk his life!" Instinctively, not wanting to be outdone, he slowly pressed the accelerator. The supercar’s speed gradually climbed, surpassing 180 and reaching a blasting 200.

Behind them, Ye Tan bit his lip. It was clear that the two cars in front were accelerating to shake him off – "You bunch of weaklings," he thought. "If my McLaren hadn’t broken down, I would have put you in your place by now."

However, to a supreme expert like Ye Tian, not having a sports car was no issue. He could fully compensate with his formidable physical strength.

Without any hesitation, Ye Tian immediately activated his Qigong; a warm current surged into his legs, doubling his leg strength in a flash.

His feet pedaled even faster, and the mountain bike shot out like an arrow, its speed reaching a terrifying level.

Ye Tian was superbly skilled at bike riding. Despite the road’s frequent sharp turns, which were fraught with danger, he navigated with ease, smoothly drifting the bike around bends.

Sometimes, when faced with harrowing corners that were impossible to navigate, Ye Tan would use his Qinggong, skimming the bike tightly along the cliff edge as he flew past the dangerous bend.

About fifteen minutes later, the mountain bike had caught up to the rear of the Aston Martin. Ye Tian exerted another burst of force in his legs and, like a shooting arrow, the bike swiftly overtook the Aston Martin.

Upon seeing this, Big Peng in the Aston Martin cursed under his breath. Ye Tian gave a cold snort and tossed out a handkerchief that blocked Big Peng’s vision just as they approached a sharp turn. Unable to adjust the steering wheel in time, the Aston Martin crashed into the mountain side with a loud bang.

This crash reduced the entire car to scrap, wasting 5.5 million on the spot.