The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes) novel Chapter 269

The entire crowd nearly fell over from exasperation!

Philip Clarke really was here as a f*cking prank, right? He had to be!

Did he even know how to drive?

Melody’s expression dropped a few more degrees. She was going to be utterly humiliated today.

Everyone snorted at the screen, feeling utterly exasperated with Philip.

“Go!”

On the track, the sexy racecar model brought down the red flag she was waving!

Finn’s Ferrari was the first to roar to life. It zoomed right ahead, leaving Philip in its dust.

On the track, Philip’s AE86 was still parked in its original position. No one knew what he was up to.

“What are you doing, Philip? Get moving!” Melody was beside herself with anxiety, so she grabbed the commentator’s mic and roared at him.

Philip shrugged helplessly. “Sorry, I mistook the brake for the accelerator.”

Pfft!

The audience burst into laughter!

Melody felt dizzy. She threw down the mic and sat back in her chair, pouting angrily and ignoring the happenings from now on.

So infuriating!

That Philip Clarke was nothing but a piece of trash!

However, the very next second, the ruckus in the control room instantly became dead silent!

Finally, someone exclaimed,

“What the f*ck! Did he just do a wheelie launch control?!”

Melody frowned deeply. She did not understand that at all, so she just glanced at the car from a distance. What she saw was Philip’s AE86 trembling violently. The car’s front wheels then took off from the ground, and the entire car shot forth like an arrow from a bow!

The scene stunned the entire audience into silence!

The digital screen outside played that very image live, too!

In fact, the race was even being streamed to their entire racing community.

Everyone who saw what just happened felt their jaws hit the ground!

A wheelie launch control start!

He actually did a wheelie launch control start!

There was a legend among racers.

All of them asked impatiently.

Just then, a middle-aged man walked out from behind the crowd. He had some salt-and-pepper stubble, and the clothes he wore were all limited-edition goods. In his hands he held a coffee cup, some traces of grey in his hair.

“Uncle Chase!”

“Hi, Uncle Chase.”

The crowd parted before the middle-aged man.

He was the boss behind the scenes here at the Dragonstone Mountain track, Chase Fisher. He was worth 800 million, a famous tycoon in the racing and racecar circles.

He even had his own team.

A team of racecars and racers.

He had his own private racing club, and he was a professional racer himself.

He was once the national champion, the racing god of the entire country.

His reputation preceded him, and he had a ton of fans.

The moment he stepped forth, everyone treated him with respect.