?<strong>Chapter 390:</strong>


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    How could this be happening? She had gone so far as to hire someone to cheat, and yet they still couldn’t catch up.


    Meanwhile, on the track, Allison had pushed herself even harder.


    She flew down the course like a force of nature, her heart pounding with adrenaline, but her mind was calm. The rush of the wind and the roar of the engine drowned out everything else.


    Allison wasn’t just racing; she was breaking barriers, both physical and emotional. This was her essence—the untamed freedom she had craved for so long.


    She danced with the wind, unrestrained.


    Now, she and Turbo, one in red and the other in ck, were locked in a fierce battle for first ce, leaving the rest of the racers far behind.


    The energy in the stands was electric, with the crowd roaring in approval, some now cheering for Allison.


    “Go, Sweety, go!”


    “Overtake him!”


    “This is it! This is the race of the century! Hell yeah!!!”


    Amid the wild cheers, no one noticed the man in ck who had fallen behind. His face twisted in frustration as he spat angrily onto the ground.


    “Bah! She’s nothing!” he muttered, ring at Allison and Turbo ahead of him. His pride was bruised, and the man in ck could barely contain his fury.


    He was supposed to win this race. After all, Mny had hired him specifically to ensure victory, yet here he was, being left in the dust.


    But he wasn’t ready to give up. He thought he was smarter and more cunning than the others.


    A dangerous idea crossed his mind. If he couldn’t win through skill, maybe a little sabotage was in order. He eyed the uing curve and considered forcing a crash.


    If he could push them into a tight spot, they might lose control, crash, or even flip their cars.


    It would be brutal—either death or severe injury. But this was the Underground, where life and death were just part of the game.


    Here, there was no sympathy for losers.


    “Heh, don’t think I’ll let either of you win that easily!” The man in ck made up his mind, cutting through a shortcut and drifting sharply around the corner, heading straight for his two targets.


    At such breakneck speed, any rational person would swerve to avoid a head-on collision. But swerving meant risking a rollover.


    Either way, it looked like a no-win situation.


    This sudden turn of events left the already excited crowd frozen in shock.


    “Holy crap, where did this maniace from? He’s about to smash into them!”


    “Must be his brakes failed. There’s no way he’d be going that fast otherwise.”


    “If those three collide, they’re goners for sure.”


    Allison caught the chaos in her rearview mirror—a car, out of control, barreling straight for them.


    Her eyes narrowed. In that critical moment, her mind raced, calcting every possibility in seconds.


    “Turbo, pass them now!”


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