Chapter 250 - 110 Harsh reality Incompatible
"Tsk... He’s just average-looking, not even as handsome as my Yan God," Bai Xiangxiang said disinterestedly, withdrawing her gaze.
"Yan God is beyond the mortal realm, not someone us ordinary people can aspire to. Let’s face reality, this one isn’t bad either. I wish he were my boyfriend," Lin Qianqian’s eyes shone even brighter, the more she looked, the more handsome he seemed.
At that moment, the lights in the entire hall suddenly went out, plunging the surroundings into darkness and causing instant commotion among the crowd.
"Bang," the lights came on again, not the dazzling colorful ones, but the blazing white of fluorescent lights.
The entire hall instantly lit up like daylight, illuminating even the smallest corner with crystal-clear brightness.
A blinding spotlight focused on the man, dazzling onlookers and preventing them from getting a clear look at his face.
Pei Qinghan stood tall and handsome, his face calm. Under the glaring lights, he looked like a Heavenly God descending, compelling everyone to avert their gaze.
The music stopped, and the hall fell into an eerie silence.
Suddenly, a shadow plummeted from the ceiling. It appeared so unexpectedly that it startled everyone, especially the girls, who screamed and backed away.
The shadow stopped abruptly just a centimeter from the ground. A second later, and it would have been a bloodbath.
Many of the girls were gasping for air, hands over their chests.
Upon closer inspection, the shadow turned out to be a person, their hands and feet bound behind their back, dangling upside down. Due to the loss of gravity, their face rapidly turned red, creating a terrifying sight.
Pei Qinghan’s gaze fell on the person with narrowing eyes.
"Ladies and gentlemen, how about we play a game tonight?" a husky voice suddenly broke the silence, clearly reaching every person in the room.
Playing games was what these wealthy heirs loved most, and they couldn’t help but whistle excitedly.
"See that person?" The light on Pei Qinghan suddenly grew even brighter.
"Whoever knocks him down first will receive a grand prize," the voice declared.
The man looked like an easy target, and many of the males scoffed disdainfully at the overestimation.
"What’s the grand prize?" a girl asked curiously.
A pole dancer who had been dancing before sauntered up with a tray covered by a red cloth, which seemed rather mysterious.
The dancer showed the tray to everyone, then slowly lifted the red cloth.
It was a car key.
The crowd showed signs of disappointment. These rich kids had plenty of cars.
But then a statement got all the affluent young people boiling with excitement.
"A Koenigsegg One:1 is the prize, enough to make you scream..."
Women might not understand cars well, but the men all looked at the small car key on the tray with hungry eyes.
How was this possible?
A Koenigsegg One:1, more expensive than an Aston Martin, faster than a Bugatti, a car of which only six exist in the whole world, the ultimate dream for any car aficionado, with a value beyond imagination. They couldn’t believe such a prize was being offered so readily.
"Is this for real? Am I dreaming?"
"I’ve heard there are only two of these cars in the entire country, more treasured than giant pandas. The identity of the buyers remains a mystery, who could be so generous with their offers?"
There was a buzz of discussion; whether true or not, the very name was enough to stir the men’s desires, and their looks towards Pei Qinghan openly showed their hostility.
Take him down, and the Koenigsegg would be theirs.
Pei Qinghan raised an eyebrow. It seemed his adversary had put in quite the effort to deal with him, even offering a Koenigsegg. His life, it seemed, was more valuable than he had thought.
Bai Xiangxiang, puzzled, said, "These people are insane. It’s just a car, they’re a bunch of country bumpkins."
Lin Qianqian rolled her eyes, "You don’t even know what a Koenigsegg is, so ignorant."
"Who says I don’t know? I... I just couldn’t be bothered to say it," retorted Bai Xiangxiang, flustered and indignant.
Lin Qianqian couldn’t be bothered with her; she was too busy admiring the handsome man, "It’s a pity, such a top-quality man with great charisma, I wonder who he offended to be treated so harshly..."
A few stylishly dressed heirs exchanged glances. A tall, skinny young man stepped forward, sneering disdainfully, "This is just a waste of time. Whether it’s real or not, just for the sake of Koenigsegg’s reputation, I have to show my hand today." As he spoke, he vainly flicked his bleached bangs.
Pei Qinghan stood there quietly, his delicate brows soft as jade, elegant and distinguished, as if unaffected by the world around him.
The man didn’t take the guy seriously, sure he was tall enough, but too thin. He appeared to have barely enough flesh on him, which is why they underestimated him from the beginning, yet, they failed to consider that anyone who could offer a Koenigsegg as a wager must be formidable.