Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Chapter 557

The speed of the two horses was unexpectedly equally matched.

Keegan pressed his body down and stared forward with a sullen gaze in his eyes while swinging his horsewhip at the appropriate time to alter the direction.

When turning a corner, Juno outpaced the brown horse with a leap.

This move of overtaking Marshall made him slowly accumulate disadvantages.

Although their speed was still fast, the two- or three-meters distance could not be shortened regardless of any method used.

Keegan turned around to look at Marshall.

The corner of his lips twitched into a smile.

He turned his head back around and sped up again.

Marshall focused his gaze and flung a single harsh whip onto the horse's body.

The brown horse shrieked and accelerated its sprint speed.

The brown horse was unknowingly frightened at the final bend and pressing onto the finish line.

With another loud shriek, it shook Marshall off its back.

Stella was shocked and screamed out, "Mr.Moore!"

Marshall's whole body was flung to one side of the saddle with one leg dangling.

The other leg was hooked at the stirrup while both his hands had a deathly grip on the reins.

tightened expression due to the exertion of force, and the veins on his forehead

brown horse was

Marshall while

cold sweat broke on her back

noticed that Marshall's horse had gone out of control and quickly rode Juno to chase

the racetrack and

it ran

Stella's expression changed drastically.

seemed to have noticed this and turned around to run toward places with

be comparable to a horse's? Seeing the horse get closer and closer to Stella, Keegan's expression

on the horse's back with one hand, releasing Juno's

the right opportunity and

at its reins hard and forcefully changed

brown horse seemingly grew more

looked at Marshall, who was dangling on the other side of

was changing color due to being

popped out, and his fingers were quivering

jump off ina moment, you

while looking at Keegan, then

control the direction with a

it did not seem to

control it, the more maniacal

leg to kick Marshall off when the horse passed through the buffer

thinking, 'Didn't he say he would shout,

head and tumbled a few rounds on the sand pit of

came over to check

and elbow were slightly scraped, while his