Dragon Master

To make the turn successfully, Canaan slowed down. But then in an instant, the Mercedes surpassed his Bugatti like a gale.

A vicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. “Go to hell then. You will crash at such a high speed!”

“Canaan, what did you just say? What’s the situation now?” Someone asked via the walkie-talkie.

“The distance between me and the turn is less than 700 meters and I have to slow down to pass it. If that Mercedes driver keep his speed, I believe we will see a car crash soon.” Canaan said with a smile.

There was a dead silence, and then Canaan heard them gasp.

“He must be a stupid drunkard; otherwise, he would slow down.”

“Come on, guys! Let’s see how that idiot ends. If there is a fire, we can put it out by peeing on it.”

“Yes, if his car crashes, the oil tank will explode. We should put it out!”

The rich drivers then drove at full speed. Canaan slowed to 200 and he saw the rear lights of the Mercedes.

But then he saw it entered the turn with its headlight making a peculiar cure under the dim light. Then it passed the turn.

Canaan wondered if he was hallucinating because he had never seen anyone do it.

One with such skills could definitely be the best car racer in the world and win all the championships.

“Damn, am I driving a fake Bugatti? Tell me this isn’t a dream.” Canaan shouted insanely.

isn’t a dream. We are

could this be a dream? The girl you like is waiting

there anything

nodded his head like a robot. “The Mercedes made the turn at full speed. He didn’t slow down at all and the Vehicle is at perfect control!”

he finished speaking, his pupils shrunk in panic as he saw

forgot to turn the wheel. It seems I’m

while turning the steering wheel

the steering wheel made his vehicle out of control. Then

Bugatti became a pile of wasted iron. And Canaan,

of racing cars stopped nearby. The rich drivers

still got breath and pulse. But his Bugatti... It’s worth 8 million

He can drive that Mercedes as fast as Canaan’s Bugatti.

to hospital.

the drivers pinched Canaan’s philtrum, and then Canaan

around and then he remembered what happened. “Am

you look alright. Bugatti’s safety is true

car. We have to find the Mercedes

drivers traded glances and agreed. They didn’t want to lose

into my car. If you don’t feel comfortable, just tell me.

his car. Then other racing cars

mansion. He was soaked in sweat as

scared the crap out of me. It’s even more horrifying than a