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.

words. Then he pressed hard on the pedal. The Mercedes accelerated again,

started shaking because of the high speed. Since the car was not designed for circumstances like this and the imbalance of pressure

car is shaking. Perhaps we should slow it down. I suppose the speed is over 300km per hour now and the engine might

on the handle over his head, and even closed his eyes because he didn’t dare

slow down.

eyes closed until

said so, and then the engine

by Maximilian. In a blink of the eye, he caught up

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

parallel with the Bugatti. Moreover, the Mercedes was still accelerating,

fast the Mercedes is. Is

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

hard on the pedal, which made the

360, 370, 380!

meter was already on the top. It was the first time Canaan

400km per hour, Canaan thought he could not do it. Canaan believed that 380 was his limit, even if he tried his best, best on his

stared at the road before him, in case there would be any accident. He had to be very careful when turning the

I have to win. 380 is definitely faster.” He murmured, feeling confident that he

realized that they didn’t even agree that this was a