Ansan is a racetrack that is not a racetrack.


    The nine twists and turns of the track are designed to be full ofpetitive and entertaining excitement.


    A dozen colorful cars raced toward the finish line at the top of the hill of the Pantai circuit.


    Angelo followed closely behind Pa Rouco’s car.


    It’s a total disappointment.


    Angelo didn’t expect Pa Rouco to be so skilled and extremely fast, even when she was drifting in the corners, she was desperately fast.


    This is not a race, it’s a game of chance.


    How had I not known that Paulita was sopetitive with this kind of racing?


    It’s very rare.


    But he dared not be distracted and followed Paulita closely.


    There’s a Bluetooth phone in the car, which is always connected.


    Angelo was worried, “Diosito, drive slower, the bonus is only half a million, we don’t need that money.”


    Pa Rouco said, “Concentrate on driving, don’t talk to me, and hurry up, the car behind is going to overtake us.”


    Angelo: “…”


    For the first time in my life, a girl didn’t like me for being slow when I was running.


    Angelo is determined to make a clean cut.


    The red Porsche, from behind, crossed Angelo’s car and directly overtook Paulita.


    Pa Rouco nced around, then stepped on the gas and pulled alongside the red Porsche, side by side.


    Angelo, following at a short distance behind, looked stunned.


    Who exactly inherited Paulita’s racing talent?


    At least not Aunt Estre, Aunt Estre is shy.


    Uncle Adam isn’t even that crazy! Does this girl want to die?


    Red Porsche and Ferrari on the bars, two racing cars brushing and flying parallel.


    The man in the red Porsche blurted out, “Damn, it’s only a half a million dor bonus, why are you in such a hurry?


    No matter how much he scolded her, Pa Rouco ignored him and kept on sweeping.


    The red Porsche finally gave up at the next turn, scared, really scared that he would fall down the hill with the car and leave his bones intact.


    “Holy shit, half a million dors as a reward for you, what bad luck! I’ve met such a desperate guy!”


    And that guy, a girl!


    The more I think about it, the more I’m not convinced.


    When he got off the buster, I’m sure he was going to get someone to give him some warning!


    You don’t know whose turf this is!


    Pa Rouco drove away, leaving all but a dozen of the old guard cars behind.


    Angelo was at all times in awe, absolutely fantastic.


    Pa Rouco in the Ferrari, approaching the top of the hill, has to skid around one of the more difficult curves.


    She looked straight ahead, at the highest cliff.


    The horrible thought came into my head that I would probably fall to pieces if I fell from here with my car.


    His hands were out of control and the Ferrari headed for the cliff.


    Angelo reached for it, thinking his brakes had failed, and cursed, “Shit.”


    “Paulita! What are you doing?”


    Pa Rouco woke up as if possessed.


    Angelo’s car elerated rapidly, squeezing the Ferrari and pushing it onto the road.


    That thought, for a moment, was fleeting.


    Sober, Pa Rouco shifted the car back into top gear and sped off toward the top of the mountain.


    The dazzling painted Ferrari crossed the yellow line first.


    Pa Rouco sits in the car, motionless for a long time.


    It wasn’t until Angelo ran the car to the top of the hill, opened the door and came over and said, “Fuck, Paulita, are you possessed by the car god? You’re driving so smoothly. You usually drive like a rookie. Tell me, are you on something else?”


    Pa Rouco took off her helmet, unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.


    Angelo said, “By the way, what happened to you just now, couldn’t they move the brakes on the belt?”


    Pa Rouco’s eyes wavered and she said, “I may have driven too fast and made a mistake.”


    Angelo nced at the car catching up behind him, his eyes crossed with an evil look and said, “These grandchildren will never be convinced when they see that you, a girl, have won first ce, just watch, they will definitely look for trouble with us.”


    The burly men, menacingly dressed in racing suits, got out of the car and mmed the door shut.


    There has always been a rule in Ansan that prizes are usually internal and can only be taken by their own people.


    A typical trip to the tournament will have four or five of their own men nted in it.Têxt belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    It was an absolute surprise that Pa Rouco won this race, because the Ansan groundhogs didn’t even expect a girl to run so desperately for the board.


    It’s as ifck of money wasn’t even a fear.


    One of those leading the way was named Cabeza.


    Cabeza took off his sunsses, squinted at Pa Rouco and Angelo and said, “Young man, driving so recklessly, are you in a hurry to get down to hell?”


    Angelo, usually a first-ss gangster, was not afraid of these people. He smiled mischievously and said, “Racing is supposed to be a fair race, willing to gamble and ept defeat.


    The junior trackman behind Cabeza jumped up and said aggressively, “Brat, do you know who you’re talking to?”


    Cabeza restrained the junior who jumped up and said to Angelo, “Why don’t we make a new bet, if I lose, I won’t y the races again, you guys take your winnings and go quietly, I promise no one will stop you.”


    Angelo raised an eyebrow, his look uninhibited and presumptuous, “What if we lose?”.


    Cabezaughed lightly and said, “If you lose, we’ll be rude and take your arm off.”


    Angeloughed unrestrainedly, “Your bet is really unfair, how about this, if you lose, take an arm off.”


    Cabeza is not a cowardly man. Those who like racing like to y for the thrill and the stakes, and the more exciting it is, the morepetitive they are.


    “Boy, you look pretty tough, do you think you’re a sure winner?”


    Angelo said, “I’m not sure I’m going to win, but since I’m betting, I’ll bet hard.”


    Cabeza, seeing how fast and daring Angelo was, had a look of admiration in his eyes and said, “Okay, pick the cars, sounds good to me.”


    Pa Rouco asks, “Are they good? I bet against them.”


    “…”


    The corner of Angelo’s mouth twitched, “Well, at least I’m a man of the world, how can I let you get in front of something like that.”


    Pa Rouco added, “But you were driving too slowly.”


    “… I was letting you win, okay? I let you win when I was a kid racing, too.”


    Pa Rouco looked at him skeptically, “Are you really up for it?”.


    Angelo: “If you ask me again if it’s okay, we’ll cut off our friendship.”


    Pa Rouco: “…”


    The bet had just been negotiated when suddenly there was the sound of an engine on the mountain road.


    Four ck luxury private cars, climbing to the top of the hill.


    Cabeza followed the sound, “What the hell, what is a private car doing on a mountain road?”.


    The younger brother behind him became suspicious and shook his head, “I don’t know.”


    Angelo and Pa Rouco look away at the same time.


    The back door of the ck Maybach opened and down stepped an unmistakably reserved man.


    Suit and g dress, long-legged, tall and surrounded by a stern and dour air.


    Cold and stern to the core.


    And then, from other cars, down came a dozen bodyguards.


    Cabeza’s men were surrounded by a dozen bodyguards.


    Severo Laris strides over to Pa Rouco, who is leaning against the front of the car on this side.


    The man fixed his gaze on her, hidden and repressed, and under his eyes lurked a hint of instant anger.