Dragon Master

"Hey! You guys tell them who I really am now!" Turning to the rich young men around him, Regan roared.

"Mr. Regan’s car is the concept supercar of Mclaren! Have you ever heard of concept cars? Well, I guess this is a hard question for you poor and pedantic bumpkins!"

"Regan has been certified as an ultimate racer! I guess you guys don't even know what it means, don't you."

"Let me tell you. Mr. Regan is going to join the next formula one race representing the Mclaren fleet, his parent club! You guys have no way to match Mr. Regan."

Echoed by the crowds of rich young men, their words made Canaan look extremely miserable on his face.

Canaan clearly knew concept supercar, certificate of ultimate racer and formula race of level one, but it was exactly these terms that brought increased humiliation to him. They were the symbols of the extraordinary racing skills Regan had.

"Master, I'm sorry, but... how about you just go back first? I will handle this." Canaan said, losing all his expectations for Maximilian under the peer pressure. Even though he had witnessed the remarkable driving skills of Maximilian, he still thought an amateur like him had no way to win a race with a professional like Regan, who was ranking top among the racers.

Looking at Canaan, Flora said to him with blames, "What are you talking about? Maximilian is here to support you. What do you mean by asking him to go back? It sounds like you are looking down upon him, Canaan!"

"No! That is not what I mean! I just..." Canaan failed to give a proper explanation, feeling that words were unable to describe his feelings at the moment.

Smiling, Maximilian patted Canaan's shoulder and said with a calm tone, "Take it easy, Canaan. All of his titles are nothing more than a piece of paper, which are weak and fragile."

even louder. Regan, looking at Maximilian with a disdainful look, said, "How ignorant you are to say that? Please, just kindly google my titles

are qualified to join the formula one race, but I'm able to

do you think you are? You really think you, a little pathetic shabby bumpkin, can stop me from attending an

his middle finger to

Regan shared the same feeling and kept laughing at Maximilian. They clearly thought

With a single call, he can keep Mr. Regan out of the international race! Don't tell me he thinks that

birds of the same feathers flock! They will definitely

give him a chance and see if this idiot can really cancel Mr. Regan's qualification with a

booing of the rich young men getting louder and louder, Regan said to Maximilian with a rather delightful expression on his face. "Well, since

covered his face with his hands, regretting bringing Maximilian to here. Formula one race was an international event, and such an event could never be intervened by any

status, the matter would be much harder than climbing

lord of the Dragon Sect. Although he was not yet in charge of the Dragon Sect, something as simple as to cancel a racer's qualification for racing was clearly not a

something to happen, a presentiment that everyone would

Regan, "That's your request. I think there is no other choice but to accept it.

Regan said, giving a wet kiss to the beauty beside, as

eyebrows and called

called Regan, a member of the Mclaren fleet. Cancel his racing qualification, and