A Superpowered Warrior in a Fake Heiress’s Body novel Chapter 136

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he scoffed, “This is the pathetic mark you brought in to handle your stakes?

“He doesn’t look like he atmounts to a demn thing.”

He let out a mocking laugh, the scarred flesh across his jaw twitching with the motion.

This racer was a notorious street racing Ringpin who treated this strip as his personal playground

He was the reigning veteran of the circuit, an undefeated champion whose operational style was exceptionally reckless and suicidal.

Operating an underground circuit meant ordinary traffic rules were completely non-existent.

Without a lethal edge to keep the metrics high, high-rolling marks would never drop massive capital the table.

The kingpin’s arms and face featured multiple deep, visible scars-the brutal receipts of his high-spee suicidal drops.

Right now, he kept his mocking gaze locked onto Isaac while tossing words to Zachary’s click

The trust-fund group was bristling like an absolute pack of fighting cocks, screaming curses back and f against the racer syndicate.

“Cut the commentary on his metrics! Are we locking the wager or what?”

Zachary’s face was red with pure irritation.

Swiveling his chin toward Isaac, he hissed, “This monster is the undisputed kingpin of the ridge, a permanent champion. What’s the verdict, Isaac? Have you got the balls to trace his line? Secure the win, and I will clear a clean million dollars for you on the spot.”

The second the capital metrics cleared the air, Isaac delivered a firm, unshakeable answer, “Lock it down Why the hell wouldn’t I take this race?”

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Chapter 136 The High-Stakes Run

A cool million dollars was more than enough to give him and Isabella a flawless life.

With that kind of cash, Adrian’s threats wouldn’t carry a shred of weight.

Isaac signed off on the deal without a single second of hesitation.

After all, he was a massive track star on the underground scene.

During his free time, he spent nights tearing up the asphalt with his crew and almost always took th

Because of his track record, he didn’t view this challenge as a big deal.

As Isaac accepted the stakes, the racer boss flashed a mocking scoff, “Little lamb, you have zero clue kind of monster you’re tracking.”

He let out a cold smirk before adding, “Fine, if you’re dead set on throwing your money away.

“Let’s put your signature on the waiver.

“I don’t need you crawling back to cry to your daddy when things go sideways.”

With that final warning, he slapped a standard liability release form onto the hood.

Meanwhile, back at the duplex, Isabella cast a glance up at the wall clock.

It was already 9:30 PM, and Isaac was nowhere to be seen.

She sauntered back to her desk and booted up her computer.

Before heading out, Isaac told her to crash first, claiming he needed to meet up with his crew to settle some logistics.

But Isabella noticed him hauling that massive tactical pack when he cleared the door.

This meant he was out trying to liquidate his limited-edition pieces with his rich friends.

Isabella’s gaze narrowed into sharp slits.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard, and within seconds, she locked onto Isaac’s active GPS signal

The Westside Loop?

Her eyes turned into sharp slits.

She ran a quick background sweep on the coordinates, mapping out the full metrics of the location in a flash.

A lawless haven for underground street racing syndicates and high-stakes wager

What the hell is Isaac doing out there?

Chapter 134The High Stakes Run

Knitting her brows, she snatched her phone and marched straight out the door.

The digital marker representing Isaac’s location kept dancing across the grid map of the Westside L

He was moving fast.

Leveraging her raw psychic focus to mirror her desktop onto her phone, Isabella traced his exact m

Racing?

Or rather, high-stakes drag racing?

Isabella’s scowl deepened.

Isaac was being a complete idiot.

Tearing down the Westside Loop at this hour?

Did he have any actual clue what kind of death trap that road was?

Did he understand the ruthless nature of an underground racing circuit?

Blatantly obvious, Isaac was a total blank.

By the time Isabella neared the perimeter, he was already behind the wheel of Zachary’s supercar, lock in a ferocious dogfight with the racing kingpin.

But the enemy vehicle was a custom-tuned beast, packing an incredibly powerful engine that generated terrifying speed.

The kingpin executed a flawless drift through the hairpins, rocketing ahead like a streak of lightning-

Yet Isaac held his line, staying glued right to the enemy’s rear quarter panel.

The boy actually possessed real track skills, built from years of running circuits with his elite cipele.

Zachary’s supercar matched his own preferred specifications perfectly, enabling him to handle the machine with total intuition.

But Isaac clean fell short on the data regarding the vicious, lawless tactics of the underground scene.

The exact second Isaac drew level, the kingpin let out a mocking sneer, absolute cruelty cutting through the gaze behind his dark lenses.

“Looks like our little lamb thinks he’s playing nice in a playground line.

Swiveling his wheel with sharp aggression, his heavy chassis slammed straight into Isaac’s car with a deafening screech of crushing metal.

Accelerating through the impact, the kingpin rocketed ahead, leaving Isaac struggling to steady his veering vehicle as it fish-tailed toward a solid rock wall.

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Chapter 136 The High Stakes Run

This particular mountain circuit featured endless treacherous hairpins, easily matching the lethal of the Crestview Heights pass.

But because Crestview Heights was packed with billionaire estates and heavily monitored by highway patrols, street racers never dared set foot on those roads.

The Westside Loop, however, operated on a completely different frequency.

Surrounded by nothing but desolate wilderness and pitch-black peaks, the area was dead empty of civili residents.

To make matters worse, the pass lacked a single streetlamp.

This dangerous mix created the ultimate lawless sanctuary, turning the track into a paradise for midnigh drag racers.

The roaring engines echoing through the dark hours had long since become a regular backdrop for the locals.

As the kingpin’s chassis violently forced him out of the lane, Isaac’s eyes stretched wide, cold sweat bursting across his face from pure panic.

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