But she was not anyone else.


    "Did you see that? J''s car is sparking!" someone in the stands shouted, pointing out the anomaly.


    "You''re right, it''sing from the fuel line," another fan, who knew about cars, confirmed. “If the fuel tank catches fire and J doesn''t stop immediately, that speed will definitely cause an explosion."


    "But look! J is not showing any signs of stopping!"


    In the lounge, Kurt and Ghoul saw the situation unfold on the live broadcast.


    "Damn it!" Ghoul shot to his feet, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at the screen. "Why isn''t J slowing down?"


    Kurt, freshly bandaged, ignored the searing pain in his legs. “Call J,” hemanded, his voice grim. The car was equipped with amunication device.


    "Right, right," Ghoul fumbled for his phone and dialed the car''s number. The moment the call connected, he yelled, "J, your car''s on fire! Slow down and pull over, now!"


    Juniper, her helmet on, was too focused on the mes and the track ahead to spare a moment to speak.


    "J, did you hear me?" Ghoul knew what J was thinking and pleaded desperately. "It''s okay if we lose this one! There will be other chances!"


    Orient Country''s entire racing future depended on J. If something happened to J, what would they do?


    "J, stop the car!" Kurt couldn''t help but shout, his voice cracking. He finally believed J was truly racing for their country.


    Juniper heard them but remained silent. Only twops left. But the sparks were growingrger. She knew she would have to elerate for the final twops, and when she hit the gas, the car would undoubtedly burst into mes. Gripping the steering wheel, with beads of sweat forming on her brow, her mind raced, searching for a solution.


    Melvin nced back and saw the mes licking at the rear of J''s car, growing more intense by the second.


    "Stop!” he yelled, waving his hand frantically at J. Was J insane? Was a win really worth a life?


    Juniper turned her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. But she didn''t slow down. Stopping? She had never stopped on a racetrack, never forfeited a race in her life.


    Seeing that J had no intention of slowing down-in fact, J was getting faster-the blond Ynia driver frantically signaled his two


    2???


    teammates. They nodded, yanking their steering wheels hard, preparing to use a kamikaze tactic to force J''s car to a halt.


    Juniper''s eyes darkened at the sight, a wider, colder smile spreading across her lips. She turned her wheel, steering directly towards them.


    The two drivers couldn''t believe it. Not only was J not dodging, J wasing right at them. J''s car was on fire! A collision would kill them all. This wasn''t part of the n.


    As the distance closed, terror seized them. At thest possible second, just before impact, they desperately swerved away. But it was toote Their Cars, unable to separate time, collided and stalled out on the track. Both drivers were knocked unconscious.


    "Dammit!" the blond driver mmed his fist on his steering wheel as ke watched J leave him in the dust. He quicklyposed himself. It was the finalp if Jdidn''t slow down, the car was going to explode.


    "J!" Melvin could see J was choosing victory over the life. He pushed his car to its limit, chasing after J. The gap between them was barely two seconds, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn''t catch up.


    As the finish line grew closer, the fire engulfing J''s car grewrger. The hearts of everyone watching were in their throats.


    800 meters.


    500 meters.


    300 meters.


    Almost there. Just a little further. Less than ten meters from the finish line...


    "BOOM!"


    Juniper''s car erupted in a massive fireball.