"You know about racing?"
Camille Rhodes turned her head, her eyes somewhat curious.
Carson Flores smiled and said, "A little."
Camille's eyes immediately lit up, "How do you compare to them?"
Carson shook his head, "I probably can't beat them; both of them are Cultivators, their control over the vehicles is already at the limit. There are very few who can beat them steadily."
I probably can't beat them?
Camille looked at Carson with a surprised gaze. Did he mean that he could fight, but the outcome wasn't certain, and while he was likely to lose, there was a small chance he could win?
"You really are full of surprises. So knowledgeable even in this area. Tell me, what else are you good at?"
Carson laughed and said, "What's there to hide? In the city, you're often stuck in traffic, can't even hit sixty miles an hour. Besides, safety comes first. Why race for no reason when living a good life is what matters?"
Camille asked, "Could you tell that Iker Combs was holding back?"
