Chapter 1655


    "No wonder Ms. Almond sent you to save the day – you''re like a dark horse!"


    "Moments ago, you were ying all humble, iming you only knew the basics – forward, reverse,


    braking. But you drive like a pro!"


    "You''ve been flying under the radar, haven''t you?"


    "Tonight, we''re definitely taking down Kowloon Bay!"


    While Arabe''s teammates from Light Fleet were cheering for her, Han pushed through his


    consoling friends and stormed toward them with anger written all over his face. He pped the hood of


    Arabe''s car for emphasis.


    "Get out." He cried out with his teeth gritted, regardless of his image, his voiceced with barely


    contained rage, "You couldn''t possibly out-drive me. Tell me the truth – is this car rigged? Turn it off and


    get out, I want to check."


    Arabe remained seated in the driver''s seat. Ready for the next race, she was not willing to waste


    time indulging him.


    Her Light Fleet crew quickly formed a protective barrier in front of her.


    "If you want Be to step out for a check, you''ll have to admit that you''ve been out-driven," one of them


    said. "Then maybe she''ll let you take a look."


    Han was in no mood for chitchat. He was convinced that Arabe must have modified her car or had


    insider knowledge of the track''syout. There was no other exnation for how she could beat a


    professional racer like him, especially when she had never been seen at any racing event before.


    Something was up!


    "Our vice-captain is telling you to get out. What are you waiting for?"


    "If the car''s not modified, what are you afraid of?"


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    "Let''s have a look and see if it''s been rigged."


    "Get out!"


    The members of the opposing team, one by one, started to press her.


    Just then, a bold voice rang out from the crowd.


    "The vice-captain of Drift Kings can''t handle losing? Making a scene over a girl in front of everyone –


    isn''t that a bit embarrassing?"


    Heads turned towards the voice, some with a hint of wariness. Timothy Bynes?


    Even Han''s expression soured. Timothy was the sole heir to the Bynes family – a man not to be


    trifled with.


    "Mr. Bynes, you might not know this, but this girl, on her first visit to Kowloon Bay, drove like she owned


    the track, even outpacing me." Han forced a smile, but Timothy cut him off, "Sounds like Mr. Han


    was simply out-driven."


    Han''s face hardened.


    "If you wants to check her car, shouldn’t you negotiate with her and get her consent, instead of banging


    on her vehicle and demanding she steps out with a posse. If she''s clean, would you be willing to


    apologize in front of everyone?"


    Arabe nced over. A young man stood in front of the spectator stands, whose expensive attire


    setting him apart from the crowd. Even separated by the protectiveting of the racetrack, he still


    stood out with an air of evident chivalry. His presencemanded respect.


    Mr. Bynes?


    She''d never heard the name before.


    Han, grasping at straws to justify his loss, insisted, "If I''ve misjudged her, I''ll apologize. But only if


    she has the guts to step out and let us check!"


    Unexpectedly, Arabe cut the engine, put on a ck mask, opened the car door, and stepped out.


    Timothy hadn''t expected the girl to be so slender and so tall. The mysterious allure she had behind the


    wheel was nothingpared to the real, close-up impact of her presence.