The Invincible Arthur Gardner novel Chapter 65

Marco exited the car with a scowl on his face, convinced that Arthur had cheated in some way. There was no way a bodyguard like Echo could have possessed such excellent driving skills. Adam approached Marco, looking for an explanation as to why he lost.

"It can't be, you're great at driving, “ Adam said to Marco, then pointing at Echo. "there's no way you should have been beaten by someone like him!"

"You guys are such losers. You can't even beat me, a mere bodyguard, and now you're trying to find excuses for your defeat?" Echo scoffed as he turned to walk away.

Marco clenched his fists in anger at the loss he had experienced. He was certain he would win this second round, but his car had run slower than usual.

"You've hired the number one professional racer for the third round, haven't you, Marco?" Adam said, attempting to reassure himself.

“Yes Dad,” Marco replied confidently. “There's no way Arthur can beat the racer I've hired. He's the best car racer in town, and he will crush Arthur so badly that he won't dare bother us again.”

After several minutes of preparation, the two cars for the last round of the afternoon race had been readied. They were now lined up on the track.

Arthur confidently strode up to his super limited edition car, and as he was about to get in, he noticed a man with long blonde hair standing beside another car. His name was Benno.

“Hey you,” Benno said to Arthur, “aren't you being a bit too confident trying to race me? I'm pretty sure I'm going to beat you to the punch!”

"You've been too heavily influenced by the person who hired you," Arthur said as he casually got into his sports car. "It's making you underestimate others too quickly without even giving them a fair chance."

Benno approached Arthur's car, confidently declaring, "I'll give you two minutes to get a jump start on the race, and I hope you don't get into an accident and destroy your car before I'm able to start my engine and overtake you."

Arthur then started his car engine, and the soft, melodic purr of the engine filled the air. "Do whatever you want," he said dismissively. "It's none of my business."

"Ha!" Benno exclaimed, trying to provoke Arthur. "Have you been sleeping too long, man? I think you're dreaming even when you're awake! There's definitely something wrong in your head. Don't you know how hard a professional racer has to train to reach my level? I think you're too foolish to be getting too cocky with your riches."

Benno was clearly annoyed when he saw Arthur driving a highly exclusive and expensive car with superior performance. Deep down, he wished he could own it. But he understood that a good car is useless if it is driven by an amateur.

“I'm sure I can beat you even with one hand behind my back. Want to test my skills? I could even offer you some handicaps and if you still lose, I expect you to give me the car.”

Arthur stepped on the gas, making the engine groan even louder, and he flashed a faint smile. "No thanks," he said. "I don't want to bet with you; I wouldn't get anything out of it even if I won."

Benno couldn't help but chuckle as he observed the ostentatious yet foolish display of the man in front of him. The luxury car he drove certainly looked impressive, yet he had no idea how to truly maximize its potential.

Benno contemplated to himself that someone who was a skilled driver could do a lot with a car like this. He had a passion for taking control of the driver's seat and the steering wheel, since he had been born to be a race car driver.

"What do you say," he suggested, "if you win, I'll be your personal driver for the rest of my life and you don't even have to pay me a salary, that is if you actually have the wealth you seem to possess?"