Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Several luxury sports cars drove into the highway racing track. A group of people alighted from the sports cars. They were obviously 26 or 27 years old, slightly older than Brent’s group.
“Oh! Damn! It’s a LaFerrari!”
“And a McLaren P1!”
“Look at that Porsche! Bro, am I at a car show?”
“Ahhh! Lykan HyperSport! Lykan HyperSport! Am I dreaming?”
The arrival of several luxury sports cars made the group simmer with excitement.
However, the people who alighted from the luxury sports car started to chase away the group of youngsters who were originally on the road.
Brent threw his cigarette away angrily and led his group forward to argue. After all, this was their territory.
The two parties did not speak much before they were already at each other’s throats.
Only when the other party flashed a gun did the people on Brent’s side stop talking.
Some youngsters began to move their second-hand modified cars, which originally occupied the road, to make room for the luxury sports cars.
“What happened?” Cathy asked anxiously when Brent returned.
Brent lit another cigarette and took two puffs. “They’re not from town. I think they’re just passing by. They want to race two rounds here because the mountain road to Hommes is the most dangerous racing track in northern Boston.”
“They’re chasing our people away?” Cathy asked unhappily.
Brent nodded. “They’re older than us, and they have guns. We’ll have to make way for them, but I offered to take part in their game.”
Cathy became excited again. “Any bets?”
Brent had an exaggerated expression as he mocked, “They said they’ll give me $5,000 if I win. If I lose, they’ll kill me.”
Brent did not take their words seriously. He thought that they wanted to scare him off with this bet because they did not want him to participate in the race.
Perhaps they were afraid that he would win the first prize? After all, he had been racing on this road for many years and could be said to be the king of this track.
“$5,000?” Cathy covered her mouth in shock. The highest bet on this highway racing competition was only $50!
“You agreed?” Nina asked.
Brent nodded.
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The Lykan HyperSport, which was enough to make everyone simmer with excitement, was mostly made of titanium alloy metal and carbon fiber materials. Its headlights were large LED lights with diamond coating, and its seats were sewn with gold thread.
This car only took 2.8 seconds to accelerate from 0 to 100km/h, and there were only seven of them in the world.
The car door swung open at that moment, revealing a tall figure in a white leather jacket. It was a brown-haired man.
He had long eyebrows and phoenix eyes. His body was like a jade tree, and his facial features were exceptionally attractive.
The man stretched out a leg and stepped onto the ground. His long legs were bent slightly, and one of his hands was casually hanging by his side. His index finger tapped on the car door rhythmically.
Ηis appearance, coupled with the willful smile hanging from the corners of his mouth, rendered all the girls who were present speechless instantly.
It was as if they were sucked into those deep blue eyes, unable to pull away from them for a long time.
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Brent brought Nina and Cathy over to his second-hand modified Camaro and said casually, “They asked me about someone just now. I think they’re looking for someone.”
“Who is it?” asked Cathy.
Brent appeared nonchalant. “It’s a woman. Her name is Catherine Galliano? Galliano… Could they be referring to the mafia family?”
Cathy laughed in disbelief. “Come on, Brent! Why would someone like that come to our town? Huh? Nina, what are you doing?”
Cathy and Brent turned to see Nina pulling a black mask out of her purse and putting it on.
“I might have caught a cold. I guess I’m not used to the Boston climate.” With Nina’s mask on, only her calm, blue eyes were visible.