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.

dream.

you like is waiting for you at the end. Later, you can bring

is there anything that

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

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

wheel. It

while turning the steering

had slowed to 200, the sudden turn of the steering wheel made his vehicle out of control. Then the Bugatti crashed towards the rail while

Bugatti became a pile of wasted iron. And

The rich drivers worked hard to open

and pulse. But

drive that Mercedes as fast as Canaan’s Bugatti. I assume he’s a

talking and try to wake him up and send him to hospital. If he bleeds to death, we will all

of the drivers pinched Canaan’s philtrum, and

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

you look alright. Bugatti’s safety is

relieved. Help me get into the car. We have

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

help you get into my car. If you don’t feel comfortable, just tell me. That driver can’t get away. We will chase after

car. Then other

white as snow when the Mercedes stopped in front of a mansion.

than a horror movie. My