Chapter 007: The Knight

Meng Bo said with a smile, "You flatter me, Mr. Fujiwara Bunta. In my judgment, this monster is likely only targeting people riding vehicles. I suspect that this burning monster might be a deceased racing driver."

Wang Bo raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why do you think that?"

Meng Bo said, "This is all my deduction. Not long ago, there was a team called Myogi Night Kids in Gunma Prefecture. Their leader, Nakazato Takeshi, had his engine catch fire during a race and was burned alive inside his car."

"After Nakazato Takeshi died, the flame monster appeared and started attacking people riding vehicles everywhere."

"So I suspect that this guy named Nakazato Takeshi turned into a vengeful spirit, seeking out skilled opponents to compete with."

"But this vengeful spirit seems to have no brains; it challenges anyone it sees riding a vehicle."

Wang Bo listened quietly to Meng Bo's account, then said calmly, "In my view, this is just your speculation, without any solid evidence."

Meng Bo said dismissively, "I'm just making bold assumptions. Next, we need to carefully verify, right?"

"That's true." Wang Bo admitted that Meng Bo's imagination was indeed wild.

As for Nakazato Takeshi, he knew this person, who had appeared in Initial D and was a decent racer.

Wang Bo hadn't expected that after this world changed, this guy didn't even make it to the start of the story; he was burned to death in his own car.

Was the flame monster in Gunma Prefecture really this guy?

Wang Bo wasn't sure either. He turned his head and asked, "How do you plan to verify your theory?"

Meng Bo said, "I've actually already investigated. In the past few days, the missing persons have been concentrated around Mount Akina. If nothing unexpected happens, this guy has been haunting Mount Akina recently. So we can drive around Mount Akina to look for traces of this monster."

Fujiwara Bunta's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "Let me do it."

Wang Bo and Meng Bo both looked at this man. Fujiwara Bunta said confidently, "I was also a racer when I was young. If that monster is really targeting skilled drivers, I believe I can handle it. In Gunma Prefecture, there's probably no one faster than me."

Meng Bo smiled and said, "I believe you, Fujiwara Bunta. Actually, this is why I came to find you."

Then, afraid that Wang Bo wouldn't believe him, he said to Wang Bo, "This guy was an excellent racer when he was young. If he hadn't retired, he might have become Japan's top racer by now."

Wang Bo certainly knew this. In the plot of Initial D, Takumi Fujiwara was trained by this very man.

And it seemed that Takumi Fujiwara had never beaten this man.

Wang Bo nodded and said, "Since you're willing to help, go ahead."

Fujiwara Bunta couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just now, he had secretly made up his mind that if Wang Bo refused, he would go to Gunma Prefecture alone.

But since the other party agreed, there was no need for him to take the risk alone. Even if his racing skills were good, he was still just a human.

If he encountered a monster, he would still be done for.

If he had two hunters by his side, his chances of survival would greatly increase.

At night, after preparations, Wang Bo and his two companions drove a Ferrari to Mount Akina. By the way, the Ferrari was Wang Bo's car.

At first, Fujiwara Bunta wanted to drive his own 86, but Meng Bo vetoed it.

Because the 86 seemed to have been in a severe collision and still wasn't repaired, so it couldn't be used at such a critical moment. So Wang Bo took out a Ferrari sports car from his time villa.

Actually, Wang Bo had only one vehicle: the Transformer Blackwing.

And this Ferrari sports car was Blackwing's disguise.

After Fujiwara Bunta drove the Ferrari to Mount Akina, Wang Bo clearly saw that Mount Akina was pitch black. There wasn't a single person, not even a ghost.

Meng Bo, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, said, "You can start, Fujiwara. Drive as fast as you can."

Fujiwara Bunta nodded, stepped on the accelerator, and the Ferrari roared loudly, then shot forward like an arrow from a bow, speeding along the ground in an instant.

The strong G-force pressed Fujiwara Bunta and Meng Bo firmly into their seats.

Wang Bo sat in the back seat, watching the scenery rapidly receding outside the window, expressionless. Actually, he could fly much faster than this.

Fujiwara Bunta skillfully worked the accelerator and turned the steering wheel. The Ferrari, like a red lightning bolt, raced nonstop down the mountain road.

In just a few minutes, he drove from the top of the mountain to the foot.

On the roads of Mount Akina, apart from the roar of the engine, there was no other sound. After reaching the foot of the mountain, Fujiwara Bunta executed a drift and charged straight back up the mountain.

After several rounds, Fujiwara Bunta couldn't help but say to Meng Bo, "Mr. Meng Bo, can we really find that monster with this method?"

Meng Bo replied, "According to my investigation, since your son disappeared, a total of seven people have gone missing on this road on Mount Akina. So I have reason to believe that this monster is likely nearby."

Wang Bo said calmly, "Not likely, but definitely nearby."

Meng Bo was surprised and couldn't help asking, "Why do you think that?"

Wang Bo said, "Just look at the rearview mirror."

Meng Bo was startled and instinctively turned his head to look at the rearview mirror, but all he saw were scenery and the road—nothing else.

Fujiwara Bunta also glanced and couldn't help saying, "There's nothing there."

Wang Bo said calmly, "Count down from five, and you'll see."

Fujiwara Bunta couldn't help counting, "Five, four, three, two, one—still nothing..."

Suddenly, his voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened.

In the car's rearview mirror, he saw it.

A ball of fire suddenly appeared in the rearview mirror. At first, it was as faint as a candle flame, but in the blink of an eye, the fire gradually grew larger.

When the fire approached the Ferrari at an astonishing speed, both Fujiwara Bunta and Meng Bo clearly saw the scene within the flames.

It was a knight.

A knight in Western armor, riding a skeletal horse engulfed in flames, galloping wildly on the concrete road. The flames burned fiercely in the air, and countless sparks flew backward like countless fire spirits, flying freely, dazzling and brilliant.