Dragon Master

Terry, who was sitting beside Maximilian, grabbed at the safety belt with his pale face. He almost puked, as Maximilian was driving so fast.

“Boss, you’re driving so fast that we might get there in 10 minutes! Slow it down. If there is an accident, the brake won’t work.” Terry said with his voice broken. He had never expected that he would be at the edge of crying on car.

Maximilian said coldly, “It’ll be fine. I’m just racing with the Bugatti. He provoked me and I shall teach him a lesson.”

“But the Bugatti’s engine is 8t, which enables it to run at the speed of 400 km per hour. The engine of this Mercedes is only 4t and the weight is several times heavier than the Bugatti, let alone the wind resistance.”

Terry was fond of cars, so he knew well of the Bugatti’s parameter.

Even if the weight, wind resistance and other things were excluded, Bugatti’s performance was at least double than this Mercedes according to the engines.

If weight and wind resistance were included, the gap was even larger. If the Bugatti was an adult, then the Mercedes was just a kid.

Maximilian raised his eyebrows and said with confidence, “It depends on the driver. The Bugatti cannot be fully activated by that driver.”

Terry was taken aback for a moment and had to admit that it was true. However, neither of them were experienced racing-drivers. Terry believed the driver with better vehicle was more likely to win.

Terry didn’t believe that the best racing-driver can surpass a Bugatti with a Mercedes, unless the Bugatti driver was a rookie.

“Safety is of paramount importance. We don’t have to be angry with him. It’s not good for us driving.” Terry said implicitly.

he pressed hard on the pedal.

the high speed. Since the car was not designed for circumstances like this and the imbalance of pressure inside and outside the car, it seemed it

we should slow it down. I suppose the speed is over 300km per hour now and the

tightly on the handle over his head, and even closed his

Boss, please slow down. I beg

eyes closed until

said so, and then the

of the Mercedes was fully exploited by Maximilian. In a blink of

beside him and wondered if he was having an illusion. How could a clumsy off-road vehicle be

he looked out. Indeed, the Mercedes were on a parallel with the Bugatti. Moreover, the Mercedes was still accelerating, which meant

know how fast the

Mercedes was modified; otherwise, it could never be so fast! But even if a Mercedes is modified for speed, it should not be faster than a Bugatti. It’s not for racing. How could it run 350 km

pressed hard on the pedal,

360, 370, 380!

top. It was the first time

not do it. Canaan believed that 380 was his limit,

gripped firmly on the steering wheel and stared at the road before him, in case there would be any accident. He had to be very careful when turning the steering wheel under

to win. 380 is definitely faster.” He murmured, feeling confident

even agree that this was a contest; let alone