Chapter 79 Quantum’s Signature Move
Scott, who was following close behind, shouted, “Jesus!”
The moment Alice executed that turn, he felt like his hair was standing on end.
All the blood in his body surged to his head.
The adrenaline rush was so intense, he nearly ripped the steering wheel off.
Once the initial panic passed, a deeper, more profound shock set in.
It was like a street fighter who thought they were hot stuff suddenly running into Mike Tyson in his prime.
The excitement, thrill, and desire to compete couldn’t be concealed at all.
More importantly–that stationary drift she just pulled off–that was “Quantum’s signature move.
He swore Alice had either personally met Quantum or studied his racing techniques in–depth.
The entire Spencer had completely underestimated this so–called country girl from the mountains.
At the Spencers‘ viewing stand.
The spot offered a clear view of the race, and what they’d just witnessed was a visual masterpiece.
Linda clenched her fists with her lips trembling nonstop.
Whether from adrenaline or shock at Alice’s performance, it was hard to tell.
“Gary… Charlie hesitated.
Gary’s face was shadowed in the darkness, his expression unreadable. But his voice cut through, edged with frustration.
I’m not blind!”
For a moment, silence fell over the Spencers. No one dared to speak again.
Meanwhile, in the crowd, the audience section was even more lively
That’s the Spencers country girl’s car?” someone shouted in disbelief.
“Holy crap, that’s no country girl–she’s a racing god!” another voice cried.
“That drift? Most people only see that kind of thing in movies!”
“Was that real? I still think I’m dreaming…
“Insane!”
“Not so surprising–doesn’t she live in the mountains? Maybe switchbacks are her specialty.”
“Dude, say that again and I might just slap you.”
Among the spectators, a man in black slipped away, phone in hand.
“Ms. Randall, sorry, we’ve failed.”
A calm voice answered. “We still have people in position.”
“Yes, we’ll do our best, but…”
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Chapter 79 Quantum’s Signature Move
“Alright, double the price is fine.”
He ended the call and picked up the walkie–talkie at his waist.
“At any cost, make them crash and burn.”
On the course, the car reached the tenth curve.
This turn had a steeper slope and minimal visibility.
One mistake here meant eternal damnation.
Alice checked her mirrors.
After a few curves, she had overtaken most of the cars and was now in third place.
Now, only John and Douglas remained ahead.
Scott was right beside her.
For reasons unknown, Alice tapped her brakes, letting Scott take the lead.
From the Spencers‘ viewing platform came loud gasps.
The top three would take home cash bonus.
It was just a matter of how much.
But regardless of the amount, for the Spencers, it was a temptation.
Linda jumped to her feet, shouting.
“Go, Scott, win the championship!”
Inside the Silverfox Phantom.
Alice’s face was calm, but her eyes were darker than night. She looked bloodthirsty.
Her entire being radiated an aura that warned others to keep their distance,
“Mr. Eric.”
“Mm.
His reply was even, emotionless.
“I was just wondering. Do you care more about how it used to feel–racing with this car?”
This “it” naturally referred to Silverfox Phantom.
Eric leaned against the window, moonlight and streetlights Casting soft shadows across his sharp, pale face.
The wind outside carried a cool breeze beneath a bright moon. Elegant and untouchable.
Meanwhile, cars behind them started catching up, surrounding and boxing her in.
Soon, they found themselves in the middle of it.
“My old friend would rather be my blade.”
His tone turned ice–cold.
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