Feng Shui

Capítulo 20

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Like a roly-poly toy, he finally arrived in front of Siwen.

He stared straight at her, a strange look in his brown eyes: "Do you... absolutely have to win?"

"Is that even a question?" Before the girl could speak, the big-headed snake interjected, "If Ziguang loses, he'll have to leave the Moonlit Clan!"

"Is it really true?" He was still looking straight at her.

The girl stared at him for a long time, then finally took a deep drag on her cigarette: "Whatever."

Feng Nian'en's expression changed, his jaw tightened, and a sense of pointless pain appeared on his pale face. Then, he tremblingly unscrewed the cap of the bottle in his hand and tilted his head back to pour down the red liquid.

The warm liquid flowed from his mouth into his blood, and his body let out a joyful cry, but his heart was tightly and fiercely twisted into a knot by something.

What is he drinking?

"bar……"

"It's wine, you see, it's red..."

"Can he still drink? Does that mean he was letting Jersey have his way just now?"

"Right, after all, he's the one Suzaku has his eye on..."

No matter how many times he thought about it afterward, Feng Nian'en could never recall the scene when he drank that bottle of blood. From the moment he unscrewed the cap to the moment he threw the bottle away, everything in between became a blank. The only thing he remembered was that after drinking it, his body had recovered; the effects of the alcohol, smoke, and noise had all disappeared, and he was even more energetic and stronger than before.

Although it was painful, he finally understood what blood meant to his current body.

"bring it on!"

He threw the bottle aside and said through gritted teeth.

The girl looked at him uneasily. He seemed much healthier than before, both in appearance and voice; his usually pale cheeks were flushed with an unusual red, but his once peaceful eyes were now blood-red, like those of a wild beast. What disturbed her even more was the bloodthirsty madness flashing in those eyes.

His change greatly excited the surrounding crowd, who erupted in excitement once again.

"Come! Come! Come! Come!..."

"Power! Power! Power..."

Feng Nian'en and Jersey sat together again, gazing at each other and simultaneously extending their right hands.

arm.

"Best of three, if no result is reached within one minute, it's a draw!"

Feng Nian'en was not weak. Growing up in the countryside, he not only developed a well-proportioned physique but also well-developed muscles. However, because his skin was always pale, few people would think he was strong.

Now, when his pale arm is placed next to the other's bronze arm, it gives him an even stronger sense of frailty.

Two hands of opposite colors clasped together. Even before the ceremony officially began, Feng Nian'en could feel the other's strength, fingers as hard as steel.

"start!"

The bartender released his grip.

For the first few seconds, nothing seemed to happen; both arms were held straight up on the table, as if their owners were shaking hands rather than competing. But slowly, Feng Nian'en's hands were pressed down. A gasp of surprise rippled through the surrounding crowd.

Feng Nian'en stared at the man whose veins were bulging. In those bloodshot eyes, he saw a strange face with bloodshot eyes and an eerie smile. He shouted, and the mouth on that strange face suddenly opened.

"Smack!"

Without any chance to resist, Jersey's wrists and his entire upper body were pressed onto the table.

The bar fell silent for a moment, before erupting into a heated discussion. Every gaze directed at Feng Nian'en shifted from doubt to admiration and shock.

"First round, um, what's your name?"

"What's my name?" He turned to the bartender and murmured as if unconsciously, "Nian'en, Feng Nian'en."

"Feng Nian'en, is that your real name? The Moonlit Clan doesn't use real names, so think of a code name."

"Code name?" He shook his head. "Whatever you want."

“Huh? This…” The bartender looked at Si Wen, who shrugged.

"He's just here to participate in this bet, not to join."

"I see. But how should we address him?"

“Let’s call him Potis.” Xu Zuo’s lazy voice came in. Everyone looked over and saw that he was sitting on the outer edge at some point, holding a small silver bottle in his hand, and smiling lazily. “Potis, one of the seventy-two demons of Solomon, whose title is ‘Ugly Boss’.”

After he finished speaking, he stood up, walked to Feng Nian'en's side, and said in a teasing, seductive voice, "So, boy, are you satisfied with this name?"

Feng Nian'en raised his face, his features as blurry as if in muddy water, everything seemed to float in swirling mud, dizzying and cold. His originally excited emotions cooled down in an instant, and his mind went blank.

"So, do you like your name?" Suzaku repeated.

That frenzied excitement returned to Feng Nian'en, and he chuckled to himself with his head down.

"Potis? Pottis? Why don't you call me something like Fang? Lan Fang! Cang Fang! Waka Fang! What else? What other Fang?!"

“Someone will help you choose a name in the future.” Xu Zuo smiled slightly. “Alright, if you are satisfied with this name, I won’t keep you any longer.”

The bartender glanced at Feng Nian'en, and seeing that he had no objection, immediately said, "Potis wins the first round! Now let's begin the second round."

"I abstain."

"What?" Everyone looked at Jersey and saw him rubbing his wrist.

"My strength is far inferior to his; there's no need to continue. Let's move on to the third event. I'll consider this a loss."

"You can't do this!" Linda shouted angrily. "How can you give up without even competing? Your strength is second only to Suzaku and Pemon! You must have made a mistake just now. Compete! I don't believe you can lose! I absolutely don't believe it!"

Jersey frowned: "If you don't agree, I'll just quit and you can ask someone else to continue."

"Damn it!" Linda rushed forward and growled, "Your advantage is your drinking capacity and strength, not your speed."

"Are we going to continue or not?" Siwen asked impatiently. "If Auntie needs it, we can find someone faster than Jersey to compete with."

Linda gave her a skeptical look, then turned to Jersey, "Are you sure?"

"No."

"you!"

"If it doesn't work, you can find someone else, or you can do it yourself."

Linda weighed the options. In terms of speed, she was more confident than Jersey; barring any unforeseen circumstances, her speed was even second only to Siwen. But if she switched now, even if they won, the others would be dissatisfied. She took a deep breath. "Okay, you continue. But you must win!"

"I can't guarantee that."

"No, you have to promise, think about your dreams, think about the consequences of losing. You can promise, right?"

Jersey's expression changed, and he glanced at her with a complex look of disgust in his eyes.

The group went outside, where a bright red modified Harley and a peeling R12 stood side by side at the alley entrance.

"From Sanyang Road to Jingshui Road and then around Ziyou Road, it's a total of 68 kilometers. The rules are simple: whoever gets there first wins."

"No way!" the big-headed snake shouted. "Jessie travels this road often, while Bo and Potis have hardly ever traveled it. This is not fair!"

"What are you yelling about?" Linda shouted. "It wasn't you who went to run. Ziguang and the others didn't say anything, so why are you yelling that it's unfair?"

“That’s somewhat fair,” the bartender said. “How about this, let Potis go first for ten seconds.”

Although she wasn't entirely willing, seeing that everyone around her seemed to think so, Linda could only pout and nod.

"Alright, anyone who wants to run can run along, but don't walk in the middle and don't affect the race."

Before the bartender could finish speaking, two cars had already sped off. Instantly, the tranquil night sky was shattered by the roar of machinery, and various shouts echoed through the streets along with the speeding motorcycles.

The bartender took out his watch, and with a flick of his wrist, the R12, its paint peeling off, immediately shot out.

Everyone present was a motorcycle expert, and they could almost immediately recognize Feng Nian'en's skill level.

"Hey, Purple Light," the big-headed snake whispered, "Didn't you say there wouldn't be any problems?"

"What's the problem?" Looking at the deep blue night sky, the brilliant stars like fragments of moonlight on ripples of water, a rare night view in the city. She slowly exhaled smoke rings, white smoke rising gently. "If I lose, it just means I quit."

The big-headed snake looked at her and shook his head: "Stop joking. You won't quit no matter who quits. That kid must have some special skills, right?"

Si Wen twitched the corner of his mouth and continued to slowly smoke, seemingly unconcerned about the competition and discussions around him.

By this time, Jersey had already set off, and most people had followed. The once bustling street was now deserted, with only four or five people whispering among themselves.

At 115 kilometers per hour, Feng Nian'en's speed was dangerous for a novice, but he was still trying his best to go faster!

Too many cars had already whizzed past him, and the girl's nonchalant smile reappeared in his mind's eye.

We can't lose!

We can't afford to lose so badly!

But no matter how hard he tried, 115 was his limit.

"Hi, boy."

The mocking, low voice reached his ears, but he ignored it.

"You haven't forgotten who you are, have you? Tsk tsk, this speed is really a disgrace to the vampire clan."

Feng Nian'en shivered. He was wearing a helmet, and apart from the hazy sound of the wind, he could hear almost nothing. But Xu Zuo's teasing voice was clear, as if it were whispering in his ear. Suddenly, he felt two light taps on his shoulder.

"Remember your identity, boy. Speed is the most important thing for vampires. Don't let the car control you."

He was patted twice more on the shoulder, and then a black motorcycle sped past like lightning.

Even if he only had time to glance at it, Feng Nian'en would never forget that scene: the black motorcycle seemed to have no rider, and the motorcycle itself was no longer a motorcycle, but a ghostly shadow shuttling through the night. That speed, that speed unlike anything in the world, made him dizzy.

"Remember who you are, boy, don't let the car control you."

The deep voice rang in his ears again.

Even though I'm very unwilling, I know this is a reminder to myself. If I don't want to lose too badly, I have to find a way and do it.

His identity?

How did Suza manage to pat his shoulder at that speed?

The lightning bolt that pierced the night flashed before his eyes once more.

"Speed is the most important thing for vampires."

Yes, speed, that ghostly speed.

Ranya's cat-like lightness; Soga's silent figure like moonlight shining on grass; Suzaku's lightning speed that was almost invisible.