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    Several convertible sports cars were lined up at the far end, with spectators cheering passionately for their favorites. Nora blended into the crowd, her eyes fixed on the sports cars racing halfway up the mountain.


    The newly constructed road across the mountain had be a yground for these affluent youths.


    Amid the shrill cheers, a dark blue sports car zipped to the mountain’s base, winning first ce as everyone had anticipated.


    Nora observed the winning car and remarked, “Nice car.”


    Herment seemed out of sync with the surrounding cheers. Sean quirked an eyebrow. “Do you want it? I’ll get you one.”


    “Are you really that wealthy? But I seldom race. Thank you, though.”


    A young man with vibrant green hair and stylish sunsses stepped out of his sleek, dark blue sports car. Immediately, two beautiful girls ran over to him.


    “Wow, Ethan, you are incredible!”


    Another guy with green hair, exiting the car behind Ethan, rushed over to fawn over him.


    “Ethan, your new car’s performance is off the charts,” heplimented, giving a thumbs-up and eyeing the dark blue sports car.


    Ethan casually lit a cigarette and replied, “It’s not about the car. None of you could keep up with my old car either.”


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    The group around himughed and nodded in agreement. Nora sighed disappointedly. “Looks like it’s a privatepetition. There won’t be a second round.”


    When Sean was about to speak, he overheard the boastful green-haired man speaking again.


    “This is so boring. Your driving skills are awful. You can’t beat me on any track! It’s boring.”


    He took a long drag on his cigarette, nced around, and then had a sudden idea.


    “Let’s y a new game. If anyone here can beat me, I’ll give them five hundred thousand dors. I’ll even give you a thirty-second head start.”


    As soon as the bold words were spoken, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Everyone was eager to take a shot at it. The tempting prize had everyone thrilled. The three men who had been trailing Ethan quickly jumped into thepetition.


    In no time, six participants had signed up.


    Many others wanted to join, but theycked the skill. Ethan was passionate about racing, while the others were amateurs. For most, finishing the race would already be an achievement.


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