Chapter 392:
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Bones shattered, piercing through his skin, while his internal organs collapsed. Darkness overtook him.
Such scenes werenât rare in the underground racing world. A medical team was on-site within minutes, rushing to save him.
But while the man in black was carted away, Turbo and Sweety werenât done. They didnât stop. Instead, they shot into the final stretch, aiming for the thrilling climax of the race.
The crowd buzzed with excitement, eager to jump up and cheer.
âI havenât witnessed something this thrilling in years! Itâs a perfect mix of excitement and danger!â one person exclaimed.
âLook, the winner is definitely between those two racers. My moneyâs on Sweety!â someone shouted confidently.
âAre you kidding? Be quiet! Itâs clear Turbo is the better racer!â another argued back.
âThis race is incredible! How is it possible Iâve never heard of a female driver this talented before?â a spectator asked in disbelief.
âShe seems young, like sheâs a rising talent being groomed by a seasoned mentor,â another remarked.
The chatter from the crowd didnât stop.
Colton watched the woman with a deep frown.
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He couldnât shake the nagging thought in his mind. Her bold, all-or-nothing move just now reminded him strongly of Allison.
The wild intensity in her moves felt uncannily familiar to Allisonâs.
Colton couldnât tell if he was just imagining things. As the race neared its final moments, he focused on the woman with curly hair and striking purple eyes. She was about to hit the last bend when she suddenly swerved in from the left.
It was obvious that she was going for another daring pass. Coltonâs frown deepened as he observed her risky maneuver.
âAn overtake on this corner? Sheâs really testing her luck,â he muttered to himself.
Meanwhile, Melany sat next to him, confused by the racing jargon. She simply stared, tapping her foot impatiently, as her defeated subordinate in black was dragged away from the racing track.
What a pathetic loser!
Despite the excited chatter from the stands, Allison heard none of it.
Her attention was laser-focused as she maneuvered the car downhill at a steep, impossible angle. Sparks flew as the undercarriage scraped against the track. Speed! Flames! A mesmerizing beauty!
It was a sight that set the whole crowd on fire. Some spectators called her reckless, but they still couldnât resist cheering and tossing handfuls of cash into the arena.
âGo! Go!â
All eyes were locked on the giant screen, eager to see if Sweety, the unexpected contender, could outshine the reigning champion, Turbo.
From Kellanâs viewpoint, he watched the woman skillfully tilt the car.
Sparks flew in every direction!
The vehicle wobbled, teetering on the edge of disaster.
But she stayed calm and focused.
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