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Chapter 432: Fast and Furious
Chapter 432: Fast and Furious
What unnerved Ronan was that Lucas’s Porsche was almost 20 meters ahead of his car despite Lucas setting off only a second earlier than him.
At any other time, he would have been able to close the gap within just a few moments.
But regardless of how he tried to catch up to Lucas, Lucas would still be ahead of him, and the distance between them seemed to be gradually widening.
This meant that Lucas was still accelerating and was about to reach the maximum speed of his car!
“Shit! Just you wait. Once we pass this straight part, we’ll come to a huge S-section. I’m definitely more familiar with this section than you are. At that time, I’ll definitely overtake you!” Ronan clenched his jaw and stared at the rear of the Porsche in front of him.
Riding shotgun in the blue Porsche, Lena grabbed the seatbelt tightly for dear life while looking out the window at the mountains, which seemed to be nothing but horizontal lines because of how quickly they were moving. She almost didn’t dare to open her eyes at all.
The extreme speed was way too terrifying!
“Sit tight!” Lucas suddenly shouted before abruptly pulling the handbrake and frantically turning the steering wheel.
Squeak!
The friction between the tires and the road immediately resulted in an ear-piercing screech as the rear half of the car formed a semicircle arc.
“Ah!” Lena closed her eyes and screamed. If the seatbelt wasn’t wrapped tightly around her waist, she would have been flung out of the car by now.
In the silver Bugatti Veyron behind, Ronan watched in shock as the blue Porsche formed such a large arc. “He must be out of his mind! That’s crazy!”
Lucas actually didn’t slow down at all at this nearly 90-degree sharp bend. Instead, he did a huge thrilling drift at top speed and rushed past it!
It was a steep mountain road where a slight deviation could cause you to swerve off the road and fall down the cliff, which would be fatal!
Even a professional racer like Ronan wouldn’t dare to use such a technique on such a dangerous track, yet Lucas managed to pull it off!
Moreover, his drift was perfect, and even from a professional viewpoint, Ronan couldn’t find any faults with it. Is Lucas Gray really not a car racing expert who has just been hiding his abilities?
A cold sweat broke out on Ronan’s back.
The young men waiting near the finish line of the race at the foot of the mountain were also astounded to see the scene that just took place halfway up the mountain.
From their angle, they couldn’t see the cars clearly, but they could all see that the car in front was Lucas’s blue Porsche, while the car far behind was Ronan’s silver Bugatti Veyron!
The gap between the two cars seems to be gradually widening, especially during the S-section. The distance was now even more obvious.
“Damn! I can’t believe my eyes. Ronan is a pro racer, yet he’s so far behind Lucas Gray!”
“Oh my god. I thought that Lucas Gray didn’t know how to car race and that he would be far behind Ronan after the first loop. I totally didn’t expect him to be in the lead! This goes against the laws of science. Which one of them is the pro?”
“It’s unbelievable! Who exactly is Lucas Gray? Not only does he seem to be an impressive fighter, but he also seems very skilled at racing!”
“I thought there would be no doubt about who wins the race at first. But at this rate, Lucas Gray might really be the winner! In that case... Tristan is going to be in trouble!”
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Everyone marveled in amazement and made several remarks.
On the other hand, Tristan looked incredibly gloomy.
Lucas Gray can actually race well, and he seems pretty impressive too... No, he has to lose!
No, he must die!!!
“Have the hitmen on the top of the mountain gotten ready?” Elijah whispered into Tristan’s ear.
Tristan said with a murderous smirk, “Rest assured. I won’t let him make it down the mountain alive!”
Just a few more minutes was enough!
Caldo Mountain had a height of around 600, and it would take about 20 minutes to drive up to the top at an average speed. But since they were now racing at top speed, it took less than 10 minutes to drive up to the top of the mountain.
Lena was nervous and flustered at the beginning, especially when they were at the bends and loops. The situation was as thrilling and dangerous as a Hollywood action movie.
But although Lena sensed that the car was speeding extremely fast, she gradually and subconsciously relaxed because she knew that Lucas could pull off highly technical stunts without putting them in danger. While she sensed the thrill of speeding, excitement gradually appeared in her eyes.
She wanted to turn around and see how far behind Ronan’s car was, but she saw that the backseat of the car was full of roses as soon as she turned around.
Lena finally realized that the car was actually full of the fragrance of roses, which she had failed to notice earlier because she had been preoccupied with worrying about the result of the race.
“Uh... There are so many roses here. Did you buy them?” Lena asked carefully.
“Yes, they’re for my wife,” Lucas answered even though he was driving at top speed.
“Oh... Cheyenne is so lucky!” Lena forced herself to smile and say these words, but she seemed to contain a trace of sourness.
Lucas didn’t notice the difference in Lena’s tone because they were about to reach the top soon.
But at this moment, a black Maybach suddenly appeared on the mountain road a couple of hundred meters ahead of them. It had pulled over on the path that they had to pass by.
But it was already close to the summit, so it would be possible to go around the side of the Maybach.
But the headlights of the Maybach suddenly lit up, and two blinding rays of light shone directly at Lucas’s and Lena’s eyes.
“Ah!” Lena felt blinded by the light and subconsciously covered her eyes with her hands.
“Bend down!” Lucas suddenly hollered and floored the brake pedal before quickly turning the steering wheel fully countless times.
Creak! Screech!
The Porsche did a 180-degree drift almost instantly before coming to a halt with the screeching sound of the tires.
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