After Buying Out My Archenemy, the Proud Young Master Fell Flat on His Face

Sheng Xingye, a reckless mad dog on the F1 circuit and a top-tier Beta who spends money without blinking.

He has only one hater in his life: Chi Yu, a working-class prodigy who drives a beat-up car yet always manages to beat him through the corners.

When he learns that Chi Yu’s racing team has gone bankrupt and he can’t even afford food, Sheng Xingye storms over in the middle of the night with two million yuan and a “Personal Assistant” contract.

“Sign it. Wash my car, carry my shoes, and be my practice partner.”

“Let me sleep with you once, and if I’m happy, I’ll reward you with a spot as a reserve driver.”

Watching his lofty rival fall into the mud, Sheng Xingye is thrilled. That very night, he takes the man back to his villa and humiliates him mercilessly.

But the next morning, Sheng Xingye rubs his aching back and angrily hurls his helmet into the corner.

“Chi Yu! You bastard, you tricked me?!”

The man calmly zips up his racing suit, his tone utterly cool. “Young Master Sheng, the contract never said you had to be on top.”

Sheng Xingye swears he’ll kill the bastard.

Until the pre-race physical, when the doctor slaps the report against his face.

“Congratulations, Young Master Sheng. You’ve undergone a second differentiation and become an Omega. Also, you’re now severely lacking in driver Chi Yu’s pheromones. You’ll die if you go into withdrawal.”

Sheng Xingye: ?

Just destroy the world. There’s no way to drive this damn car anymore!