Chapter 008: The Race

When the knight on the skeletal horse caught up, Fujiwara Bunta saw that beneath the helmet was a fleshless skull face.

Without a doubt, this was not a living person at all.

Meng Bo's mouth twitched a few times. "It seems I guessed wrong. This isn't a racer at all, but a skeletal knight."

The skeletal knight turned his head to look at Fujiwara Bunta, his mouth opening and closing: "%#$%#%#@……"

Meng Bo couldn't help but frown. "This is trouble now." With no common language, there was no way to communicate.

"Human, you are an excellent rider. Raba, a knight from hell, salutes you and challenges you. If you can defeat me, I will keep my respect for you and present you with a gift from hell."

"If you fail, you will become my collection."

"And you cannot refuse my challenge."

Wang Bo slowly translated for the two in front.

Meng Bo: ...

Fujiwara Bunta: ...

"Are you serious, Wang Bo?" Meng Bo turned to look at Wang Bo, highly suspicious that the words just spoken were Wang Bo's way of mocking him.

Wang Bo said calmly, "Do you think I'm the kind of person who doesn't know when to be serious?"

With his ability to comprehend languages, not just human languages, but even the languages of hell and heaven, he could understand.

Before him, there was simply no such thing as a language barrier.

Fujiwara Bunta rolled down the window, looked at the skeletal knight from hell, and said loudly, "I accept your challenge, but I don't need your prize. If I win, you must return my son to me."

The skeletal knight said slowly, "%#$%……%$#"

Fujiwara Bunta was completely baffled. Through the rearview mirror, he looked at Wang Bo with a pleading expression, hoping Wang Bo could translate for him.

Wang Bo did not refuse. "This skeletal knight from hell says he agrees to your request. If you can beat him, he will return your son to you and present you with a gift from hell."

Fujiwara Bunta nodded and asked excitedly, "When does the race start?"

The skeletal knight babbled a long string of words.

Wang Bo translated, "The race starts in one minute. The rules are simple: in the next half hour, whoever goes farther wins. Also, he says you are a good rider, so he will allow you to start ten minutes early."

Fujiwara Bunta's heart skipped a beat.

Although he was proud, believing his skills were strong and that he drove this Ferrari like the wind, even thinking that if Schumacher came, he wouldn't lose.

But the enemy was not human; it was a skeletal knight from hell.

He had also seen the knight's speed just now, from a faint spark of fire at the beginning to now racing side by side on the main road, all in just a few short minutes.

So Fujiwara Bunta did not refuse the skeletal knight's conditions. For the sake of his son, he was willing to be a little despicable.

Just then, the skeletal knight suddenly pulled the reins, and the skeletal horse beneath him raised its front hooves high, stopping with ease.

Fujiwara Bunta was startled, then heard Wang Bo say, "The race has begun."

The next instant, Fujiwara Bunta reflexively floored the accelerator, pressing it all the way down. The engine roared like a wild beast, and the Ferrari shot like a bolt of lightning, instantly entering the curve with a beautiful drift.

Then, Fujiwara Bunta kept the accelerator pinned, spinning the steering wheel wildly. The Ferrari sped forward on the roads of Mount Akina at an incredible speed, so fast that even the dust couldn't catch up.

Meng Bo looked at the rapidly receding scenery outside the car window and couldn't help but get excited, "We can win, we will definitely win this time."

Wang Bo said lazily, "What makes you think we can win?"

Meng Bo was taken aback, then said, "At this speed, it's not like the Skeleton Knight can catch up with us, is it? It's not like he can fly."

"That's not necessarily true," Wang Bo said lightly. "After all, he's the Skeleton Knight. What if he really can fly?"

Meng Bo: ...

Fujiwara Bunta gritted his teeth and said, "For Takumi's sake, I absolutely cannot lose."

He had now brought out all his skills.

In less than three minutes, the group left Mount Akina and sped wildly along the current road.

The Ferrari left everyone in the dust.

In fact, not even a shadow of the Skeleton Knight could be seen.

Soon, ten minutes passed, and Fujiwara Bunta had driven the Ferrari who knows how far.

Meng Bo stared fixedly at the rearview mirror, as if waiting for something.

One minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed... ten minutes passed...

Twenty minutes had passed since the race started, but Meng Bo still hadn't seen any sign of the Skeleton Knight in the rearview mirror. Yet he didn't breathe a sigh of relief; instead, he kept staring at the mirror.

Because he knew that once he saw the Skeleton Knight's figure in the rearview mirror, it would mean Fujiwara Bunta was in danger.

Fortunately, this situation never occurred.

Time continued to flow slowly.

Twenty-one minutes, twenty-two minutes, twenty-three minutes, twenty-five minutes, twenty-seven minutes...

Just as there were three minutes left before the race and victory was about to arrive,

suddenly, a faint glimmer of fire appeared in the rearview mirror.

Meng Bo's heart skipped a beat.

As if in a cycle, the seemingly faint flames blazed up within a few breaths. The knight riding the flaming skeletal horse galloped in the wind, trailing a long tail of fire, a shooting star racing forward, catching up at an unimaginable speed.

Sparks flew everywhere in the sky, a scene comparable to a Hollywood blockbuster, clearly unfolding before everyone's eyes.

The skeletal knight running against the wind had an indescribable dark style, but paired with the dancing flames, it gave a strong visual impact, stunningly cool.

The skeletal knight's steed galloped at an astonishing speed, yet its hooves made no sound on the ground.

An eerie silence.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the skeletal knight caught up with the Ferrari, cast a smug glance at Fujiwara Bunta, who was driving, and sped away.

A ball of flame danced wildly ahead.

Fujiwara Bunta pressed the accelerator to the floor, but the speeding Ferrari still couldn't catch the skeletal knight.

Meng Bo watched the fading fiery figure ahead and pulled out a weapon—a Colt Python, military version, .357 caliber, a powerful six-shot left-hand revolver-style semi-automatic pistol produced by Colt.

Its power was decent.

But it still seemed somewhat insufficient to deal with the skeletal knight.

"Prepare for battle," Meng Bo said slowly. He had no intention of handing Fujiwara Bunta over.