Chapter 444 Lost 8 Million Dors


    To make the turn sessfully, Canaan slowed down. But then in an instant, the Mercedes surpassed


    his Bugatti like a gale.


    A vicious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. “Go to hell then. You will crash at such a high


    speed!”


    “Canaan, what did you just say? What’s the situation now?” Someone asked via the walkie-talkie.


    “The distance between me and the turn is less than 700 meters and I have to slow down to pass it. If


    that Mercedes driver keep his speed, I believe we will see a car crash soon.” Canaan said with a smile.


    There was a dead silence, and then Canaan heard them gasp.


    “He must be a stupid drunkard; otherwise, he would slow down.”


    “Come on, guys! Let’s see how that idiot ends. If there is a fire, we can put it out by peeing on it.”


    “Yes, if his car crashes, the oil tank will explode. We should put it out!”


    The rich drivers then drove at full speed. Canaan slowed to 200 and he saw the rear lights of the


    Mercedes.


    But then he saw it entered the turn with its headlight making a peculiar cure under the dim light. Then it


    passed the turn.


    Canaan wondered if he was hallucinating because he had never seen anyone do it.


    One with such skills could definitely be the best car racer in the world and win all the championships.


    “Damn, am I driving a fake Bugatti? Tell me this isn’t a dream.” Canaan shouted insanely.


    “Canaan, what’s wrong? This isn’t a dream. We are all aware of it.”


    “How could this be a dream? The girl you like is waiting for you at the end. Later, you can bring her


    home.”


    “Damn, Canaan, is there anything that makes you dispirited?”


    Canaan nodded his head like a robot. “The Mercedes made the turn at full speed. He didn’t slow down


    at all and the Vehicle is at perfect control!” He sounded absent.


    The moment he finished speaking, his pupils shrunk in panic as he saw the approaching guardrail.


    “Damn! I forgot to turn the wheel. It seems I’m about to die!”


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    Canaan shouted inwardly while turning the steering wheel with his hands.


    Although he had slowed to 200, the sudden turn of the steering wheel made his vehicle out of control.


    Then the Bugatti crashed towards the rail while spinning like a top.


    Bang! After a string of crashes, the Bugatti became a pile of wasted iron. And Canaan, who was


    covered in the airbag, fainted.


    Later, a dozen of racing cars stopped nearby. The rich drivers worked hard to open the Bugatti’s door


    and dragged Canaan out.


    “He still got breath and pulse. But his Bugatti... It’s worth 8 million dors.”


    “At least he’s alive. I wonder who that driver is. He can drive that Mercedes as fast as Canaan’s


    Bugatti. I assume he’s a professional racer with a F1 license.”


    “Stop talking and try to wake him up and send him to hospital. If he bleeds to death, we will all be


    affected.”


    One of the drivers pinched Canaan’s philtrum, and then Canaan opened his eyes.


    Confused, Canaan looked around and then he remembered what happened. “Am I alright? How are my


    legs?”


    “Your limbs are fine and you look alright. Bugatti’s safety is true to their reputation.”


    “Then I’m relieved. Help me get into the car. We have to find the Mercedes Driver!” Canaan said with


    determination.


    The drivers traded nces and agreed. They didn’t want to lose to someone they didn’t know.


    “Canaan, I’ll help you get into my car. If you don’t feelfortable, just tell me. That driver can’t get


    away. We will chase after him.


    Then he helped Canaan get into his car. Then other racing cars began heading towards the Mercedes.


    Terry’s face was white as snow when the Mercedes stopped in front of a mansion. He was soaked in


    sweat as if he had been swimming in the river.


    “Jesus, you really scared the crap out of me. It’s even more horrifying than a horror movie. My heart


    almost jumped out of my throat when you made that turn.”


    Terry used Maximilian while feeling scared, especially when he saw the Bugatti crashed on the


    street via the rearview mirror.


    Maximilian put on a light smile, padding on Terry’s shoulder. “You are a mogul. You should try to be


    brave.”


    “I’m not a coward. But it’s just so horrifying even for a mogul.”


    While Terry was still whining, the door opened and a stout man looked through the gap vigntly.


    “Someone opened the door. Let’s follow him.” Maximilian said with his eyes narrowed.


    Terry wiped the sweat on his head and got out of the car. When he set his feet on the ground, he felt


    his legs wobbly and almost fell on the ground.


    Maximilian got off the car and walked over to Terry to help with his walking.


    “Terry, slow down. I told you it’s not wise toe here when you are so drunk. Look at you now. It’s


    disrespectful if you go to Luke like this.” Maximilian murmured to Terry as if he was Terry’s follower.


    Terry put on a bitter smile as Maximilian helped him go to the gate.


    “It’s Luke’smand. If we werete, we would not be able to meet him, so I drove as fast as


    possible.”


    A stout man opened the gate and smiled, “I’m impressed. You made it in 20 minutes. It seems that you


    were not far from us?”


    “No at all. We were 70 km away. We would not have made it here if it weren’t for thisd. I almost threw


    up on the way here.”


    Then Terry walked to a wall and pretended he was going to puke. He sounded painful.


    The stout man who intended to question Terry cast him a nce and said with impatience, “Clean


    yourself up now. You don’t want to see him when you are like this.”