Chapter 4 The Racing Princelings


    Chapter 4 The Racing Princelings


    Abigail''s eyes rested on two branches over there, trying to see if she still had supernatural powers


    in her. But the two branches didn''t move, so she couldn''t help but felt disappointed.


    Supernatural power was a power that many people had in the endworld. Changes in the


    environment would activate the potential abilities in the human body, and then evolve into


    supernatural powers.


    Just as animals evolved their abilities to adapt to the environment with the changes of the


    environment.


    The ability evolved by humans in the endworld was supernatural power.


    But the strength of a power was rted to one''s potential. Moreover, most people only had single


    powers.


    But she had dual powers, maniption and visualization. It was precisely because of this that she


    could be invincible at all times in the endworld, and even became the Lord Commander of the


    Eastern Military District,manding tens of millions of soldiers.


    But now it seemed that she''d better do it with her bare hands, and she tried hard to reach out and


    picked up the branch.


    She was originally a soldier, and that''s why she was familiar with handling wounds. She picked up


    two branches to fix her broken leg. Other wounds scabbed after being blown by a gust of wind. She


    had to tear up her clothes and wrap it up. She lost a lot of blood but she couldn''t do anything.


    While Abigail was dealing with her wound, cars roared by on the concrete driveway outside the


    forest one after another. Bursts of galloping motors broke the silence.


    On the hillside.


    The dark night was aze with lights, and red and blue gs were everywhere.


    What came into view was a row of luxury cars. There were many people standing on both sides.


    Most of them were rich kids around 20 years old holding girls.


    It was obvious that a group of dandies were racing here.


    Their te numbers either started with N(stands for national) A or M(stands for military) A, which


    meant that they were not normal dandies.


    At this time, a valuable luxury car slowly drove into the driveway. This was the only one that didn''t


    start with N A or start with M A, but no one would dare to underestimate it.


    "It''s Master Martinez''s car." A woman recognized it.


    "No, you should call him Mr. Martinez." The young man next to her reminded her.


    As soon as the car stopped, someone came forward and respectfully opened the door.


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    "Mr. Martinez."


    The door was opened and a long leg stepped out.


    The man was tall. He was simply wearing a white shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned to


    reveal his exquisite and beautiful vicle. There was a trace of cynicism on his face, but not


    frivolous at all.


    Seeing himing out, two men in their early twenties who had been leaning against their car also


    came over.


    "Connor, why are you here today?" A young man who had long eyebrows and starry eyes came. He


    was tall and strong, walking in steady and powerful pace, and he was wearing military boots.


    He was a soldier.


    "Come and have a look." Conor Martinez answered casually, leaned against his car, lit a cigarette,


    making smoke rings. He was somehow suddenly upset today. Knowing that they were racing here


    tonight, he came to have a look.


    "Since you''re here, why don''t you join us?" Another young man in casual clothes also came over.


    He looked a little younger than Connor. He was quite nice looking and said with a smile, "Mr.


    Marinez, you rarelye here. You won''t leave before having some fun with us, will you?"


    There was a hint of provocation in his words.