"See him? That's Adrian's club's Rookie King, Silver Ghost!" Upon seeing the man, Brandon instinctively took two steps back, putting distance between them.
Just by standing there, it was obvious the man was a dangerous character. The aura he gave off was terrifying.
Brandon didn't dare get any closer, but he still puffed out his chest and continued to posture in front of Brianna. “That Rookie King won't go easy on you just because you're a woman."
“So?” Brianna pursed her lips, her eyes filled with disdain. "And you're going to race for me? Looking as pathetic as you do? You'd probably piss your pants before you even got on the track!"
Brandon choked on his words, his face flushing red.
What was wrong with Brianna? Why had her attitude toward him changed so drastically?
Could it be because of...
Brandon narrowed his eyes, his gaze shifting to Serena.
Before, Brianna only ever had him and Lauren around. When had Serena shown up?
Those two suck-ups had actually teamed up!
Brianna's sudden change had to be Serena's fault. Serena got dumped by Adrian, so now she was trying to corrupt Brianna?
He had to find a way to get Brianna away from that bitch Serena!
"Miss Blackwood," Adrian said, standing beside Silver Ghost. He smirked, carelessly spinning the key card for the “Dark Serpent GT" between his long fingers. "Out of respect for Mr. Blackwood, let me give you some advice. Just forfeit now, give me Ghost, and tell me Skye's whereabouts. Otherwise..."
He chuckled softly. "Don't pin your hopes on Mr. Foster. Against Silver Ghost, Mr. Foster doesn't stand a chance."
The first warm-up race Brian won was a fluke. The participants were just a bunch of amateur enthusiasts from their social circle, not professionals.
As for himself, his wrist had been injured by that woman in the silver-black helmet— who he suspected was Serena—and his performance had suffered, which is why he lost to Brian.
But Silver Ghost was a professional racer from the international circuit, a dark horse he had spent a fortune to recruit for his club.
Silver Ghost hadn't lost a single race since joining.
An amateur like Brian against a professional like Silver Ghost, the so-called Rookie King... he was bound to lose!
Besides, given Silver Ghost's reputation, if Brian valued his life, he wouldn't dare get involved.
And of course, no one could say Silver Ghost's dirty tricks were against the rules in a formal race They were called dirty tricks for a reason. If there was no proof, it wasn't a foul.
Adrian looked at Ghost as if it were already his. "Or, you could call your brother for help now. See if he can find someone who can go up against Silver Ghost within the next half hour."
Once Overdrive began, both sides had thirty minutes to prepare.
In the last two days, Silver Ghost had already crushed everyone in Vaelion city's racing scene. Even if Nicholas Blackwood himself tried to call in favors, he'd never find a top-tier racer in just thirty minutes.
"No need."
Serena's expression was neutral as her eyes met Silver Ghost's from across the space.
From the moment this man had appeared, those snake-like eyes under his hood had been fixed on her with a sinister intensity.