Chapter 617: Jasper Rockwell, He's Too Much

That way, his world could return to its former tranquility.

“So, should we head back to your place now?”

“Okay.” Zane Langdon nodded.

The car drove down the bustling street, and Zane Langdon watched the lights flash by outside his window.

The traffic light turned red and the car came to a stop. In the distance, the screen on a landmark building flickered nonstop, commanding attention.

Sean Coleman glanced over, and his expression shifted slightly. He quickly pulled out his phone and said to Zane Langdon, “Take a look at these promotional shots. Which ones should we release later?”

‘A commercial for The Black Knights was just playing on that big screen.’

‘The Black Knights… the death track… Jasper Rockwell actually dared to challenge even that!’

Even though it was just a commercial, and Zane Langdon might not connect it to Jasper Rockwell competing even if he saw it, Sean Coleman still felt his conscience prickle. After all, he had lied to Zane Langdon.

“Don’t you usually handle these things?”

Sean Coleman gave an awkward laugh. “Alright, I’ll just pick a couple of these then.”

“You handle it,” Zane Langdon said, turning to look out the window.

“Zane Langdon, hey, uh…” Sean Coleman called out again.

But Zane Langdon’s gaze was already fixed on the information on the distant screen.

“The Black Knights… the death track,” he murmured under his breath.

‘The Black Knights. It was his battle for honor, but it was also a brush with death. I heard they made the track even more difficult. In just one year, three riders have already wiped out there. They survived, but they were all left permanently disabled.’

The car began to move again. Seeing that Zane Langdon only glanced at the commercial before losing interest, Sean Coleman let out a quiet, nervous breath.

“What were you about to say?” Zane Langdon asked softly.

“Huh? Me? I wasn’t going to say anything. I just forgot,” Sean Coleman said, trying to brush it off.

The car stopped in front of Zane Langdon’s apartment building, and he pushed open the door and got out.

The moment he was out of Sean Coleman’s sight, he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Zane! Long time no talk. What made you think of calling me today?”

“I need you to check the roster for the upcoming Black Knights race.”

“You’re not thinking of challenging The Black Knights again, are you? Registration is already closed, so it’s no use calling me.”

“I’m not competing. I just want the roster.”

“Alright, I’ll send it to you right away.”

Zane Langdon went back to his room and took off his jacket. Just then, his phone chimed with a notification.

He quickly sat on the sofa and looked at the message he’d received.

He had barely scrolled down when he spotted Jasper Rockwell’s name in a picture. His grip on the phone suddenly tightened, veins popping out on the back of his hand.

‘No wonder Jasper Rockwell had sent him that message a few days ago, asking for a couple more days to pay back the money he owed, promising he’d definitely be able to pay it back this month.’

‘Where would Jasper Rockwell get that kind of money?’

‘The prize for The Black Knights this time is exactly five million. Jasper Rockwell can’t possibly think he’s capable of winning it, can he?!’

‘Jasper Rockwell had said it before—his goal was The Black Knights. Winning that last medal was just enough to qualify him for this competition.’

Zane Langdon immediately dialed another number.

“Has Jasper Rockwell tried to sell a bike through you?” he asked urgently the moment the call connected.

“He put one up for sale about half a month ago.”

“Did it sell?”

“Zane, you know Master Rockwell’s bikes are all collector’s items. They’re valuable, sure, but they can’t really take a beating on a real racetrack. The bike’s still here with me as collateral. He took a one-million advance against it.”

“I’ll wire you one million in a bit. Don’t sell the bike.”

“You got it!”

“I’ll be there in half an hour.”

“Alright, I’ll be waiting.”