Even top-notch racers couldn't drive such a lousy car and win a professional race.
Who would believe that?
After the competition began, Robert took the lead. He had already pulled away from Christopher. The title of the number one racer in New York City wasn't empty.
Robert looked at the motionless Benz in the rear-view mirror and sneered. He wasn't as arrogant as Christopher. He would still give it his all even against such a broken car.
After all, he didn't know what Christopher would do. This kid didn't look like someone with a brain. He had to be wary.
Beside the Benz, a few cars were following. They also wanted to compare themselves to Christopher.
He didn't mind at all. He was more than willing to accept it if they were willing to compete with him.
Christopher adjusted his emotions as he sat in the car. What he had to do next required him to focus. After all, he couldn't drive this Benz anymore.
