Chapter 442 Racing


    When the Mercedes in front of him suddenly came towards his Ferrari, he panicked instantly and tried


    to dodge by turning the steering wheel.


    Yet he overturned, which made the vehicle slide towards the street. Bang! The Ferrari ran into a side


    wall, its head stuck deeply into the wall.


    The force of the airbag’s sudden opening almost made him faint. He copsed onto the seat, and then


    felt wet between his thighs. The panic made him lose his control and pee in his pants.


    “Damn you! You shall pay for this!”


    The man was weak but angry. Then he called for help with the walkie-talkie.


    “Canaan! I’m Ledros. I was just surpassed by a Mercedes and now my Ferrari bumped in to a wall on


    the street. It’s ruined. You must avenge me.”


    There was no response for a while, and then he heard loudughter. Other second-generation rich as


    drivers who were racing with him was amused.


    “Ledros, we have never expected that our racing club have a member like you. Surpassed by a


    Mercedes? You might be the first one in history.”


    “Stop it. This rookie is still a member of the club. Since he was humiliated, we must avenge him.


    Canaan, just wait and see. The Mercedes drive will be punished.”


    “Ledros, are you okay?” Canaan was thest one to speak.


    “I’m fine. It’s just that my pants are wet. I was so scared.”


    Canaan’s face turned gloomy instantly. If Ledros was before him, he might kick him in the chest


    because he felt the club’s reputation was ruined.


    “Well, just stay cool. When we are done with that bastard, we will ask him to apologize to you.”


    “Thank you, Canaan.”


    Canaan said with sadness, and then he looked at the path before him with confusion. He could not


    even see the real lights of the Mercedes.


    “Damn, the Mercedes behind me is running at a speed of at least 240 km per hour. How does the driver


    even do it with an off-road vehicle? He’s definitely mad. If anything happens, braking is unable to stop


    it.”


    Tadric, who was driving a Lamborghini, was stunned because the heavy the vehicle was, the slower it


    would be.


    A SUV’s inertia was immense. If the driver wanted to stop instantly, the vehicle would still go on for


    quite a distance in high speed because of the inertia.


    Hence, big vehicle usually seemed uncontrobly when an ident happened, unless there was


    enough distance for it to stop.


    But the off-road vehicle chasing behind him was over 200 km per hour, which frightened Tadric. He was


    hesitating if he should stop the driver.


    If the driver was mad or drunk, the two cars might crash. The Mercedes might remain intact, but not for


    his Lamborghini. He might even die.


    “Canaan, the Mercedes is so fast. I dare not stop it. I am afraid the driver is drunk.” Tadric made up an


    excuse to cover his cowardice.


    Canaan was driving a Bugatti Veyron. “What the model of the Mercedes?” He asked with a stern face.


    “It should be G65!” Tadric answered with his lips shivering.


    “Damn! Are you certain? The maximum speed of G65 is 220km per hour! You mean he is driving at full


    speed?”


    “Could it be that the car is modified? Anyway, it’s getting faster and faster. My speed is 240km per hour


    and he’s about to surpass me!”


    Tadric turned the steering wheel as he said. He made a way for Maximilian because he believed the


    driver was either drunk or insane. He didn’t want to end up like Ledros.


    The Mercedes whizzed by the Lamborghini like a flying arrow, and the force of the air pushed the


    Lamborghini towards the other side, which seemed like a falling leaf.


    “Damn! He surpassed me! He’s definitely over 240 or even 260!” Tadric shouted with fear.


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    260 km per hour was not rare for Tadric, because it was amon speed for racing cars and even his


    Bugatti could easily run at the speed of 280 or even 300.


    But he had never seen an off-road vehicle racing at the speed of 260. Off-road vehicle was designed to


    adapt to the bad circumstances, and they were not fit for running at a high speed.


    Upon hearing what Tadric just said, other rich drivers fell silent.


    The driver of a Porsche not far from Tadric also saw an off-road vehicle racing on the road.


    “I saw him and he’s surpassing me. I’m at 260 now.”


    Ledros had been listening for a while but he heard no good news, which made him worried. “Canaan,


    you must avenge me? You all haveughed at me and I endured it. If you can’t avenge me, I suppose I


    shouldugh back.”


    “Damn, shut your mouth. These men didn’t have the balls. I’ll definitely avenge you!”


    Canaan felt his blood boiling. He had never met his match since he had his Bugatti, but now he


    believed he met one. He swore he would defeat the Mercedes driver.


    Canaan was the leader of the club, but he always thought it was just because he had the best car. So


    he decided to deal with this trouble to prove that he was worthy of the position.


    “Follow me and watch how I teach him a lesson!” Canaan said excitedly.


    “Canaan is awesome. If you surpass the Mercedes, we will admit that you are the true boss of the


    club!” Tadric said with excitement. He wanted to see how it would end.


    Others joined him for fun. They agreed that if Canaan won, they would acknowledge him to be their


    true boss.


    Canaan cleared his mind and looked at the rearview mirrors. He saw headlights gleaming. Then his


    Bugatti wriggled on the street as he opened the window and reached out his hand with his middle


    finger lifted.


    “This arrogant bastard drives an off-road vehicle so fast. I’ll teach you the importance of safety!” Then


    he turned on the lights to provoke the Mercedes behind him.


    Maximilian frowned and said with dissatisfaction. “He’smitting suicide.”