The system was telling him to stay low-key and just relax. For impression or what? He didn't know. Maybe it was to give the buggati driver a sense of satisfaction?
Whatever!
Parker's jaw dropped at the system prompt. His laugh burst out loud. "Oh, you sly son of a—"
"What are you blabbering about, master?" Tessa asked, narrowing her eyes at him through the video feed.
Ignoring her, Parker grinned and tapped Option 3. Immediately, a rush of knowledge slammed into him like a tidal wave. His reflexes sharpened, his instincts exploded. Suddenly, every move—every shift, every turn—felt like second nature. He felt like a god of driving now. This skills encompassed all kinds of driving.
"Holy shit," Parker muttered, weaving through the tiniest gap between two SUVs without breaking a sweat. The Speedtail roared as if it could feel the change in its driver.
"What the fuck was that?" Tessa barked.
