?<strong>Chapter 746:</strong>


    Fannie inhaled sharply, anxiety tightening its grip. Bobby was poised at the edge of the cliff, which, although not towering, still stood a daunting five or six meters high. Could he truly be considering the leap? Had he gone absolutely crazy? Before she had time to gather her thoughts, Bobby charged ahead.


    The motorcycle crashed onto the roof of an expensive sports car, irreparably damaging the luxury vehicle.


    To soften hisnding, Bobby maneuvered the bike across three more cars, finallying to a smooth halt with a slick drift, both rider and machine emerging without a scratch.


    Dismounting with one long leg stretched out, he whipped off his helmet, revealing a wide, triumphant grin.


    As Bobby approached the bonfire, a crowd of admirers quickly gathered around him.


    With a casual swagger, he epted a drink tossed to him by a friend, catching it with wless ease.


    “Bobby, that was wild! You’re the only one brave enough to make that jump!” eximed one of his friends.


    With a dismissive scoff, Bobby retorted, “Cowards, all of you.” What was there to fear, really? He had nothing to lose.


    Initially, Fannie sent the vige chief’s sons to parley, hoping to avoid a direct showdown with Bobby.


    But the meeting quickly soured as the young men, brimming with reckless enthusiasm, began to quarrel with Bobby’s group. As tensions escted and a fight seemed imminent, Fannie hurried to intervene.


    “Bobby!” she called out, her voice cutting through the ring music, distinct enough to catch Bobby’s attention.


    “Fannie?”


    Pushing past two towering models, Fannie stood before him, her expression serious. Bobby’s face broke into a broad smile, his spirits instantly lifted.


    “Did youe for me?”


    Mocking amusement flickered in Fannie’s eyes as she red at Bobby’s grinning face. “Why would I waste my timeing here for you?”


    Her sharp retort sparked a chorus of teasing from Bobby’s group. Apparently, feistiness could easily drive these thrill-seeking racers to a fever pitch.


    Amidst the cheers, Bobby closed the gap between him and Fannie with unhurried strides, his gaze lingering on her in a bold once-over. “So, what brings you here? To race?”


    Fannie lifted her chin to meet his eyes. “Your reckless and loud racing is disrupting the vige. The day is winding down. Don’t you think it’s time to call it a night and leave this peaceful ce alone?”


    “You want us to leave?”


    “Obviously.”


    Bobby pointed to the cliff he had just raced down. “If you race down that cliff like I just did, we’ll leave this ce forever.” The cliff was about five or six meters high.


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