Chapter 55: Chapter 55

Chapter 55:

If that was how things were going to be, then he would not hold back.

Mayer released one hand and pressed a button located on the left side of the steering wheel.

A compartment on his car opened mechanically, and a menacing drill extended, buzzing threateningly.

“Damn! That guy’s insane!” Marcelo, normally calm, couldn’t help but exclaim.

The race had taken a sinister turn.

This was no longer about racing. It was more likely an attempted murder.

At these breakneck speeds, any contact from the drill could spark the gasoline, potentially causing a devastating explosion.

“How disgusting! He resorts to such foul play because he can’t win.”

The crowd erupted in anger.

“Stop! Stop right now! This is cheating! It’s attempted murder.”

“Is this what racers from Rockyland are like? You disgrace your country.”

“Stop! Stop! Our laws won’t let you get away with this.”

Despite the audience’s warnings, Mayer, consumed by anger, completely ignored them.

With a sinister smirk, he maneuvered his car toward the Phantom Racer, the drill grinding against its black surface and sending off sparks.

Harlee observed as the Phantom Racer sustained damage, a fierce determination crossing her face. She swiftly turned the wheel to pull away.

Seeing this, Adelina, who was trailing behind, felt a surge of excitement.

Luck was on her side! If she couldn’t win, then neither would anyone else.

Adelina sped up, positioning her car to block Harlee’s rear, causing Harlee’s car to shake violently.

Harlee looked up at the rearview mirror and locked eyes with Adelina’s evil stare.

With a jarring crunch, Harlee’s car was abruptly jammed against the cold, unforgiving concrete wall, the sound of scraping metal echoing ominously in the confined space. There was no escape. The car was ensnared, as effectively as a trap snapping shut.

Rhys surged to his feet, his face hardening into a mask of frosty resolve that chilled the air around him.

“Mobilize all emergency teams, fire and medical, onto the track at once,” he commanded with an iron-clad tone.

“And make sure Mayer is stopped, no matter what it takes!”

“Understood, Mr. Green.”

The bodyguards, acknowledging with a crisp nod, wasted no time, their figures blurring as they sprinted to execute Rhys’ commands.

Within the quivering shell of the car, Harlee gripped the trembling steering wheel, its vibrations threatening to tear it from her grasp.

The initial fury on Harlee’s face twisted, morphing into a grin of savage delight, her eyes glinting with a ruthless gleam of anticipation.

Her eyes, sharp and calculating, fixed on Mayer with the intensity of a hawk stalking its prey.

Mayer was beside himself with fury. What a stubborn fool! How could she still hold her head high with the jaws of fate ready to snap?

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