Chapter 415: Death Race

The three were discussing how to trick Kevin and David into a remote place,

just like last time, put them into a gasoline drum, fill it with cement, and toss it into the sea.

Suddenly, a large hand landed on Bei HuaRong's shoulder.

"Ah~"

Immersed in a death plot, Bei HuaRong let out a startled scream.

She turned her head and saw it was Lin Feng.

"What are you three doing?"

Lin Feng asked with a smile.

Bei HuaRong squeaked, "Nothing, nothing at all."

Bei LuHua shook her head and said, "We were just chatting."

Bei YuYao lowered her head and remained silent.

Lin Feng said, "I heard everything; you shouldn't get involved, those two aren't ordinary people."

It turned out Lin Feng's brother had heard too.

The three all bowed their heads.

"All go back, stay at home honestly, understand?"

Lin Feng frowned, his face solemn, and said.

"Mm!"

The three answered together.

Then, under Lin Feng's stern gaze, each drove back.

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, when leaving, he had spotted those three guys.

Otherwise the consequences would have been unpredictable.

Back in the car, Zhu Li asked curiously, "What's wrong with the three sisters?"

Lin Feng shook his head, "They were plotting how to trick those two into a remote spot, put them in a barrel, fill it with cement, and toss it into the sea."

"How audacious!"

Zhu Li's face showed surprise.

Lin Feng said lightly, "They've done this before."

That brief sentence changed Zhu Li's perception of the Bei Triplets.

In her impression, the three seemed like children who never grew up.

But that very temperament often acted without considering consequences.

Afterward, they felt no guilt.

It was like a clueless child killing a frog.

Mm, just that naive and pure.

Kevin and David attended a friend's banquet that night.

The Bei Triplets also went.

According to the plan, the three would lure the two guys into separate corners and deliver a muffed strike.

Then they'd put them into an oil drum, haul it to the shore, fill it with cement and sand, seal it, and toss it into the sea.

If there was no chance at the banquet, they'd use an automatic rifle to spray the two.

They almost caused Lin Feng's brother to lose his baby; those two are despicable.

When the banquet actually began, the three sisters noticed that Kevin and David were constantly accompanied by several Biao Biao.

Striking them with a muffed blow was difficult.

Wanting to spray the two, Lin Feng's brother forbade them from acting rashly, so they gave up.

Kevin and David each held a female companion, sitting by the pool and chatting with a group of friends.

As they talked, the conversation turned to racing..

Both were obsessed with racing, and each had several race cars at home.

Formula cars, off‑road racers…

They had both entered many major competitions.

However, compared with professional racers, their skill was far behind, and they were eliminated early.

Besides official races, they often organized their own or joined friends' races.

In fact, it was a bunch of rich playboys gathering to street‑race on the Highway.

There were many accidents, killing more than just one or two people.

But they were wealthy, and they mostly settled everything with money.

So the minor incidents from the morning race didn't bother them at all.

Soon, the two talked about the morning events.

David drove a car, swerved into a sedan, causing a pregnant woman inside to go into premature labor.

The Bei sisters, who understood English, listened nearby, their faces flushing with anger.

Fortunately, they weren't holding guns.

In the eyes of Kevin and David, the so‑called aristocrats, penniless commoners—or even ordinary rich people—weren't even considered human.

"David, Kevin, our No. 1 will host a race at 2 a. m.; do you want to join?"

A blond‑haired young man stepped forward, smiling as he asked.

The English for "Huang Mao" sounds a little awkward.

Many people present didn't know Huang Mao.

But that didn't stop Kevin and David from being interested in this matter.

The two immediately had Huang Mao sit in front of them and asked about the racing procedure.

Although it's a backyard race, there still has to be rules, right?

The main thing is, after winning the championship, what kind of reward will be given?

They aren't interested in money.

So the prize must be something else, something hard to buy with money.

Huang Mao scratched his head and said, "There's no reward for winning, but the last ten people have to go without clothes and run a marathon on the race track in broad daylight."

"Hahaha…"

As soon as the words finished, the people around started laughing.

Afterwards, at Huang Mao's invitation, more than just Kevin and David, over twenty people signed up.

Among them, a third were young women.

This made Kevin and David even more interested.

After the banquet ended, Bei YuYao called and told Lin Feng the news.

What they didn't know is that when Lin Feng answered the phone, Huang Mao was standing right beside him.

So this race was originally Lin Feng's plan.

In the following days, Lin Feng stayed in the hospital, accompanying Wen Keke.

Morning of August 31.

The newborn baby finally left the incubator and returned to Wen Keke's arms.

Aunt Wang's side performed a routine parent‑child DNA test.

Of course, Wen Keke didn't know about this.

Lin Feng was also helpless.

But it's not right to blame Aunt Wang.

Holding his and Wen Keke's daughter in his arms, Lin Feng felt the child in his arms was more endearing than the twins Bei Yi had.

A man's emotions aren't as delicate as a woman's.

He didn't even attend the twins' one‑month celebration.

But that doesn't mean Lin Feng doesn't care about those two little ones.

They have already received enough love.

As a father, he just silently watches from the side,

from afar, creating a stable growing environment for them.

The daughter is fine; if it were a son, Lin Feng would actually be too lazy to hold him.

"What should we name him/her?"

After feeding the child, Wen Keke started flipping through a dictionary.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "Let's pick a nickname first! Call it Choubao; the name isn't pleasant, but it's easy to raise."

Wen Keke gave Lin Feng a disapproving look, "That name is too unpleasant! Just call it Baby."

Lin Feng's eyes twitched, "How about calling it Pokémon!"

Baby, plus a character from Wen Keke's name, each taking one character, then add the character "dream."

Perfect!

Wen Keke, having given up on Lin Feng's naming, insisted, "Just call it Baby!"

"Fine! We'll go with your suggestion."

Lin Feng said helplessly.

"Goo goo…"

Suddenly, Lin Feng's stomach growled.

"I didn't have breakfast."

Lin Feng covered his belly and said.

Wen Keke glanced at the time; it was exactly eight o'clock in the morning.

Lin Feng hasn't slept at all since last night.

These past few days, Lin Feng's behavior could be described as that of a competent husband and father.

During the day the little one likes to sleep, at night loves to tumble, and sometimes cries and fusses.

Basically, Lin Feng is the one soothing the child.

Holding them in his arms, he soothes them through night after night.

Now the child likes being in Lin Feng's arms the most.

One can imagine that when grown up, they won't end up like Yang Caiwei, becoming a tattered cotton jacket.

Wen Keke blushed and said, "Let the baby keep some."

Lin Feng chuckled, "Got it!"