The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 Survival Instincts

Isaac never anticipated a rum his close to absolute devastation.

Back when he ran circuits with his rich friends, everyone followed strict rules-a test of speed was p speed, with zero intentional ramming to force a competitor off the track.

But on this lawless track, the racer syndicate operated with zero honor.

In an underground racing circuit, the solitary rule was securing the win at all costs, while trying to k the body count at zero.

Then again, if a driver map-ended in a fatal crash, it was simply written off as a standard hazard of th trade.

After all, high-speed drag racing was an absolute magnet for disasters.

The racing kingpin had honed his flawless, aggressive handling through a lifetime of suicidal, high-st drops.

His actual handling metrics weren’t miles ahead of Isaac’s, but raw skill was never the solitary variable this mountain pass.

Given the massive gap in custom engine specs among the competitors, predicting a clean victory was impossible.

Consequently, the syndicates relied on dirty tactics to guarantee their payouts.

As the kingpin slammed Isaac’s car out of the lane, the watching crowd back at the starting grid let out sharp gasp at the near-miss.

The Westside Loop featured endless blind corners.

From their vantage point, the spectators could catch passing flashes of the headlamps slicing through t shadows, tracking the positions through the gaps in the trees.

The exact second the kingpin broke Isaac’s defense and rocketed ahead, his racer crew erupted into loud cheers, casting looks of pure disdain toward Zachary.

“Haha, looks like your driver lacks the balls for a real run. He couldn’t even handle the first mile before dropping behind our boss.

Exactly, just a pretty rich boy who’s never survived a real high-stakes drop.”

‘Hey, Zachary, much appreciated for clearing this easy cash injection for us.”

The racers sneered openly, their arrogant laughter echoing through the staging area.

They held a deep grudge against Zachary’s click, dropping bait on purpose to drag them out for a beatdown.

They hadn’t expected the trust-fund crowd to deploy Isaac, whose track handling was actually solid

But raw skill meant absolutely nothing on the Loop.

They just hoped the rich boy wouldn’t end up locked in a permanent panic attack.

While the racers jeered, Zachary’s heart was hammering violently against his ribs.

Holy crap.

Thank god I forced that slacker Isaac into the driver’s seat, or I would’ve had a literal heart attack out there.

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