The 24th Century Warrior Became a Fake Heiress novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138 The Breaking Point

Otherwise, Zachary would look cheap in front of his peers.

Turning that metric over in his head, the kingpin let out a cold smirk.

With a sharp violent motion, he whipped his rear chassis across the lane.

Isaac had already closed the gap to a hair’s breadth.

The engineering of this mountain pass was tailor-made for illegal racing, abandoning straight baselines an endless sequence of sharp left and right hairpins.

Along the outer curves, the asphalt veered right on the edge of vertical drops, and even with metal guardrails in place, the view was beyond terrifying.

Compounding the danger, they were currently climbing toward the peak, amplifying the psychological stress.

The entire mountain was dead silent, devoid of civilian life or wildlife sounds, leaving nothing but the thunderous roar of custom engines; a single split-second lapse could mean head-on impact with a rogue oncoming vehicle, though the probability was microscopic.

Any rational human being would experience that paralyzing dread.

Isaac had zero operational history on an unlit mountain circuit.

He had only run his supercars on premium private tracks.

Those venues were entirely sealed off from public traffic, backed by security teams patrolling the perimeter to guarantee a flawless safety net.

Under those controlled metrics, they could execute a high-speed run without a single care.

This was the exact polar opposite-an unmapped mountain pass, a pitch-black surface, and the continuous threat of an oncoming collision rattled his nervous system, triggering a massive urge to abandon the run.

But locking his grip onto the wheel, he steeled his focus and accelerated back into the chase.

No matter what, racing was the solitary skill he possessed, his absolute lone channel to generate capital on his own terms, and he refused to flake.

Even setting Isabella aside, he had to see this through for his own sanity.

He refused to spend another second drowning under Adrian’s shadow.

He wanted to secure his own absolute freedom.

With a deafening roar, Isaac’s vehicle pulled right alongside the kingpin’s chassis.

The racer boss kept a total flat expression, whipping his rear bumper out with sharp force

A horrific screech echoed as his metal body violently scraped straight against the rock wall.

The impact unleashed a deafening, unbearable grinding sound that filled the pass.

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