The Urban Dao Child

Yang Dao walked along with the Secretary in a calm manner. His initial excitement of driving the world's fastest car has calmed down. The boy was curious about the race track and toured the place with Dillon. The young secretary also introduced the various sections of the race track to the boy. After twenty minutes of the tour, they came to a place that was labeled as authorized people only.

Yang Dao asked, "Sir, is it okay to in this place?" he was confused and hesitant about such a place.

Dillon chuckled and said, "Young Master Feng, you will be surprised when you go inside." he pushed the door and gestured for Yang Dao to get in.

The boy followed and heard a clap. Dillon switched on the lights of the place. It was a big hall, the walls were covered with photographs, in the center stood three sports cars, which Yang Dao recognized after some recollection, and behind them was a glass shelf laid with trophies and certificates.

Yang Dao muttered, "The Jade city racing hall of fame?" he has read about this place in a book some time ago. Dillon heard his whisper and said, "This place is just a hocus Young Master. What you see is the replica of the actual Hall of fame."

Yang Dao sighed and nodded. He said, "You scared me for a moment, Sir Dillon. The hall of fame is a place meant for the against of racing world. I was scared to even breath for a moment."

The secretary smiled, he asked, "It happens when someone comes here the first time. So what do you think? Impressive?"

"Impressive indeed, I did not know that you guys would actually have the trinity model completed. They look just like they do in the videos." Yang Dao spoke as he glanced at the three cars.

Dillon asked, "I did not know that Young Master Feng was a fellow car enthusiast." he was surprised but not shocked.

Yang Dao chuckled, "Nothing of that sorts. There are a lot of things that I still do not know. These three were designed by the devil designer, Markus Hanabi. I have a bicycle he designed. These things he designed are anything but shallow. Whether you compare them in grace, performance, or style. They all stand out. These cars are called the trinity because they are only one of a kind and won the international car race summit thirteen years ago. They won, the rally, circuit, and drag sections. So they are worth to know about."

Dillon nodded in admiration the young man in front of him was humble and had some knowledge. He said, "Young Master Feng, should we go to the track? You are here to do some laps around it right?"

Yang Dao nodded and they came to the open track. The boy asked, "Where are the others?" as soon as he spoke he heard a voice, "Dao, where have you been?"

It was Feng Yun who came out of the door he did. She put one of her arms around his shoulder. She acted like how an elder sister would. Her acting was not acting but reality. Yang Dao took her as his sister, and she also treated him as her brother now. He told her about the places he visited in the facility. Then he asked, "Would you take a lap with me? I promise not to go too fast."

His tone was a bit guilty. Feng Yun asked, "How did you know?" she was aiming at the subject of Laohu Bai being scared. Isn't that why Yang Dao told her that he will drive slow?

The boy spoke, "I saw how she almost dug her nails inside the seats. She must have been scared from my reckless act. Should I say sorry to her?" his voice was low. Dillon saw that the two people were having a serious conversation, so he stepped out of the earshot sensibly.

Feng Yun smiled and said, "It is okay that you realize this. But they did not want you to know about this. If you apologized to them then they will feel bad. No? So calm down and don't worry. Just pay attention to it next time." her voice was very soft and warm.

The boy nodded, he sighed and said, "I am sorry, Sister Yun."

Feng Yun shook her head to him with a soft smile on her face. She said, "Okay your car is parked at the starting line. Go run this track. I want to see how fast you can go." as she patted his shoulder.

Yang Dao smiled and ran to the start line. He opened the door and sat inside the car. He was surprised when he saw the old man sitting in the co-pilot seat. He asked, "Elder Atsuji, are you sure you want to ride?"

Yes, the old man was here. He replied, "That little girl dare to say that I will need my shell to ride along with you. I want to prove her wrong. Come on Young Master. Go as fast as you can."

Yang Dao shrugged and closed the door. He burned started the car, played a metal rock song on the console, revved the engine, and his gaze locked onto the start lights.

A siren sounded around the track, if anyone was on the track they were now supposed to leave. The lights Yang Dao gazed at turned yellow. Then after a second, they turned green.

The boy let go of the clutch pedal and shifted the gear in a blink. All smooth and steady. The car screeched and accelerated on the tough asphalt. It was as if a missile.

...

In the pit stop, four people were gazing at the screens displaying the car progress, not even a frame was missed. This was thanks to the cameras placed all over the track. Suddenly, Ryu Jinshi asked, "Why do I not see Old man Atsuji?"

Feng Yun asked, "Yeah, where did he go?"

Laohu Bai said, "He wanted to go to the urinal. I don't know what is taking him too long. Did he get lost?"

Dillon spoke up, "Excuse me, I apologize for intruding on your conversation but that old gentle man was sitting in the passenger seat of the car Young Master Feng is driving." his tone was humble. His words set off a storm in the pit stop. Three people exclaimed, "WHAT DID YOU SAY???"

Dillon was shocked at the reaction of these people. Suddenly Laohu Bai started laughing, she said, "If the young master can make this old man rambled. I will buy him a set of... hmmm... yeah I will buy him a set of Carlos Trident engraved guns."

Ryu Jinshi nodded, and followed, "How about Tanaka's original Katana and armor set?"

Feng Yun held her forehead in her palm. She was hapless and helpless at these two. Laohu Bai said, "You know the first lap is the slowest?" then she started laughing as she pointed at the screen where Yang Dao took an S turn and 80 kph and then shoot up to 150 kph in a blink, followed by a U hairpin turn at 100 and another sprint.

Dillon on the side said, "Young Master Feng really rides well."