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.

what’s wrong? This isn’t a dream. We are all

is waiting for you at the

anything that makes you

nodded his head like a robot. “The Mercedes made the turn at full speed. He didn’t slow down at all

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

to turn the wheel. It seems I’m about to

the steering wheel with his

200, the sudden turn of the steering wheel made his vehicle out of control. Then the Bugatti crashed towards

a pile of wasted iron. And

drivers worked hard to

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

alive. I wonder who that driver is. He can drive that Mercedes

and send him to hospital. If he bleeds to

drivers pinched Canaan’s philtrum, and then Canaan opened

then he remembered what happened. “Am I alright? How

and you look alright.

car. We have to find the Mercedes Driver!” Canaan said with

agreed. They didn’t want to lose

comfortable, just tell me. That driver can’t get away. We will

into his car. Then other racing cars

a mansion. He was soaked in sweat as if

than a horror movie.