Chapter 122: You’re a Good Driver, But I Have the Edge

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: You’re a Good Driver, But I Have the Edge

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Rian Sinclair slammed on the gas pedal, and the speedometer steadily climbed.

Further back, Ulysses Shepherd felt that fighting for the top three was hopeless, so he decided to settle for maintaining his fifth-place position while aiming for fourth. He kept an eye out for any opportunity to overtake that bastard, Jason Rivers, who was just ahead of him.

To his surprise, a silver-white supercar suddenly appeared in front of his vehicle.

"Holy shit! Isn’t that Ria’s Devel Sixteen? Did I just get overtaken by Ria?"

With that overtake, his original plan of maintaining fifth and aiming for fourth was instantly shattered. He had no choice but to settle for maintaining sixth while aiming for fifth.

At this moment, Jason Rivers was also flooring the gas pedal, desperately trying to catch up to Wyatt Winslow ahead of him. The two cars were extremely close. He had been excitedly preparing to overtake Wyatt’s Bugatti when a dazzling silver-white sports car bypassed his Ferrari from a tricky angle. Then, using the exact same maneuver, it overtook Wyatt’s Bugatti. The overall order of the pack hadn’t changed much—it was just that Rian had been added to the mix.

Inside his car, Jason stared blankly for a moment. "Holy shit! Rian is badass! She overtook me! And she even overtook that bastard Wyatt."

But realizing he had rarely ever seen Rian drive, he immediately grew worried and started muttering to himself, "Rian, Rian, safety first, competition second!" He was practically worrying his heart out for her.

Over in the spectator stands, the crowd watched the live race broadcast on the big screen, staring wide-eyed as the Devel Sixteen overtook the Bentley, the Ferrari, and the Bugatti. The overtakes were incredibly smooth. There wasn’t a single wasted movement; the driver had pushed the car to its absolute limits.

"Is it really that gorgeous beauty driving?"

"No way. Are beautiful women driving this fiercely nowadays?"

"Is she on drugs or something?"

"So there really are badass female drivers in this world."

"Holy moly, she’s got serious skills!"

While opinions varied wildly off the track, the fighting spirit on the track was soaring.

Evan Rivers stared at the van ahead of him. He couldn’t understand how Rian Sinclair, whom he had been keeping at bay, was suddenly overtaking everyone. He had been thinking about this when, suddenly, a supercar shot out from beside him, bringing a howling gust of wind as it blew past him in a flash.

"Was she hiding her true skills?" Evan thought. He watched the moment he was overtaken. Her car had brushed right past his; the slightest mistake would have resulted in both cars being destroyed and them getting killed. Was this her true strength?

"Fine, very well. So this is how we’re playing," he thought. He poked the inside of his right cheek with the tip of his tongue.

Wyatt Winslow, who was further back, naturally noticed the overtake as well. Seeing how close the two cars were and how easily an accident could happen, his heart clenched, and he nearly slammed on the brakes to come to an emergency stop. However, seeing the Sixteen swiftly complete the overtake with both cars remaining completely unscathed, his hanging heart finally settled. His back was drenched in cold sweat.

After all, one was the only son of the Rivers family in Kyoro, and the other was Rian Sinclair, someone with an extremely secretive background. He couldn’t afford to bear the consequences if either of them got into a fatal accident on his track. Wyatt let out a massive sigh of relief. "Rian, you can’t just scare people like that!"

Jason Rivers had been in the middle of trying to overtake Wyatt. The two cars weren’t far apart, so he naturally witnessed the moment Rian overtook Evan’s car as well.

"Holy shit!" Unlike Wyatt, Jason actually slammed hard on his brakes.

Ulysses Shepherd, who was trailing behind Jason, furrowed his brows and slowed his car down, pulling over to the side. The remaining two cars didn’t know what to do either. Only after receiving a hand signal from Ulysses did they start moving forward again, maintaining a safe, moderate distance from the car ahead.

Ulysses got out of his car and violently pounded on Jason’s window. The moment the window rolled down, his voice exploded, "You dumb dog, do you have a death wish?! Slamming on the brakes in the middle of a race track!"

Hearing this, Jason finally snapped back to his senses. He had genuinely been scared silly by Rian’s maneuver just now. He was truly terrified that the two cars would collide and cause a fatal accident. After all, both vehicles were traveling at extreme speeds; even the slightest contact would send them flying off the track.

Seeing Jason’s state, Ulysses didn’t say much more. He just gave him a shout to tell him to resume the race. After all, this was only the second lap. There was still one more lap to go, and stopping right there wasn’t a solution; it was highly dangerous.

Jason knew this as well. His reaction just now had purely been out of fright, causing him to reflexively hit the brakes. Once he composed his emotions, he stepped on the gas pedal and drove off.

"Holy shit, the gorgeous beauty overtook Evan Rivers? Is this real?"

"She’s so badass!"

"Overtake that van! Reclaim the honor of our supercars!"

"Was that a CWW boost?"

"No way, does she have nerves of steel? She dared to overtake at that distance? Isn’t she afraid of flipping the car?!"

"This woman is incredible!"

The dangers of the race track were well known to everyone. Even though the person involved was the only son of the Rivers family, the crowd only worried for a brief moment before turning their attention eagerly back to the race. Most of the people present were racing enthusiasts. Having a wolf in a Ford Transit’s clothing take first place would truly make them lose face. At this moment, the crowd unanimously cheered the gorgeous beauty on.

"Sixteen, kick his ass!"

"Destroy that Ford Transit, gorgeous! Knock him down a peg!"

"Let’s go!"

The body of the Devel Sixteen whistled sharply as it cut through the wind. She could sense the Ford Transit’s desire to win, but the concept of being second place simply didn’t exist in her dictionary. Now that she was familiar with the track, it was time for her to exert her true power.

Rian Sinclair maintained high mental focus, keeping her eyes fixed on the road ahead. She slammed on the gas pedal, and the Devel Sixteen’s horsepower gradually erupted. As long as she overtook the Ford Transit, she would be in first place. The speedometer pointed at 260. The field of vision ahead was wide open, and she could see the Ford Transit right in front of her.

Spencer Pierce noticed the Sixteen tailing closely behind him in his rearview mirror, and he had clearly witnessed the scene of her overtaking the Lykan. The person driving the Sixteen was incredibly strong. Whether it was their driving skills or the race car itself, both were formidable. He didn’t feel that the other party’s potential victory would be unearned just because they had a superior car. After all, in his eyes, financial resources were also a part of one’s strength. Moreover, she possessed the fierce drive of a professional racer and the sheer ruthlessness of an underground street racer.

When she brushed past Evan earlier, if she hadn’t controlled her car perfectly, she would have likely collided with the Lykan. Both cars would have been totaled on the spot, and the occupants would have died instantly. That kind of maneuver didn’t just test one’s driving skills; it also demanded nerves of steel and the sheer audacity to execute such a move.

He pursed his lips, then slammed on the gas pedal, causing his speed to steadily climb. His car was indeed a wolf in a Ford Transit’s clothing. There was no special reason for it, other than his personal fondness for the Ford Transit model. It had been a long time since he last enjoyed the thrill of a hard-fought battle on the race track. At this moment, he no longer viewed Rian Sinclair as an idle, rich second-generation heir, but rather as a rival who could match him as an equal.

By now, both of them had long thrown the idea of "friendship first" out the window. All that remained in their eyes was the race and the burning desire to win.

As the gas pedal was pressed down, the violent pushback against the seat washed over his entire body. Outside the window, the fleeting scenery rapidly receded backward. His speed had already reached around 310 at this point. And yet, the speed was still steadily climbing. It reached a number so terrifying that even the Grim Reaper would have been impressed. The slightest moment of inattention would result in a fatal crash. It was the kind of crash where an ambulance wouldn’t even be of any use; people would just skip straight to holding a funeral banquet.

The two cars chased each other fiercely on the track.

Spencer’s car was indeed inferior to the other supercars in terms of performance, but when it came to driving skills, he was second to none. He believed that pure skill could triumph over money. However, as he watched that Sixteen surge past him and speed toward the finish line, his inner beliefs slowly shattered.

After the car came to a halt, his completely tense body finally relaxed. He leaned back against his seat. The sunlight was a bit glaring, making his eyes sting slightly. It turned out his mindset had been wrong all along.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

A tap sounded on his window. He didn’t know how or with what kind of mood he rolled it down. After opening the window, he only heard a pleasant female voice ring out.

"Your driving skills are pretty good, but I’m just a cut above."