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“We’re not quitting!” The argument between the teams attracted attention from other teams nearby. Noticing the YM Club’s struggle to get their team together, a few bystanders began chuckling.
“What happened to the YM Club? Looks like they can’t even compete in the group race, yet they had the nerve to brag online about how they’d reclaim their top spot!”
“Seriously, where does all that confidence come from?”
Just last night, someone had mentioned online that the YM Club had declared their intention to reclaim their spot at the top. The announcement was met with widespread mockery.
Yet, a handful of die-hard supporters held onto a glimmer of hope. After all, the YM Club had once been the unbeatable ace team. Could this be their moment again?
However, as they observed the team’s failure to come together, disdain and disappointment began to seep into the crowd.
“Looks like the YM Club is all talk, just making noise for attention,” someone commented.
With a sneer, Wesley said, “Not quitting? You’re just dragging this out to embarrass yourselves further. I’d gladly help with that.”
“Help how? They can’t even scrape together enough racers for the group race,” someone chimed in. Laughter erupted from the crowd.
The YM Club had turned into nothing more than a laughingstock. For some fans, the scene was heartbreaking. The YM Club, once a respected powerhouse, had now fallen into this pitiful state—it was truly sad to witness.
The YM Club’s captain and the other team members were filled with frustration but had no solution. The reality was simple—they didn’t have enough racers to compete. The sound of mocking laughter seemed to drain the life from their eyes.
The race was set to begin, yet their team was incomplete. Should they even bother going through with it at this point?
“Alright, enough laughing. Let’s get back and get ready. The race is about to start,” Jada finally intervened. The HB Club members complied and headed back to their area.
Jada shot a glance at the woman standing next to Waylon. Her face was hidden behind a veil, making it impossible to discern her identity.
Once they returned to their spot, Jada asked, “Did you figure out who that woman is?”
Wesley shook his head. “No, Jada. My team couldn’t track her. Every time they tried to follow her, she disappeared.”
With their goal of taking first place, they were determined to avoid a repeat of the last race’s result. So, they had sent scouts to spy on the YM Club’s practices. That was when they first saw how skilled this mysterious woman was. The plan had been to injure her and prevent her from racing.
But their trackers couldn’t keep up with her.
Since that plan failed, they shifted their focus to another racer, ensuring the YM Club wouldn’t have enough racers to compete in the group event.
Jada wore a serious expression while Wesley’s curiosity was piqued. He never thought there would be a skilled female racer in their club. “I’m really eager to find out who she is.”
“We’ll figure it out eventually,” she responded.
Observing the despondent expressions of the YM Club captain and members, Isabella reassured them, “Don’t worry, I’ll call someone.” They nodded in agreement, fully aware the odds were heavily against them. A day ago, they might have managed to find someone new, but with the race on the horizon, who would be willing to join them now?
“I’ll join you.” A powerful, commanding voice broke through the tension. Everyone turned to see Andrew striding toward them.
Waylon’s face lit up with joy as he rushed over to give him a warm embrace. “Andrew, you showed up right when we needed you.”
“Mr. Klein?” The captain and the other team members exchanged surprised glances, but they were aware of Andrew’s impressive skills.
“That’s right.” Waylon couldn’t hide his excitement. “You’ve probably seen racing before—he’s way more skilled than I am! With him on our team, we’re definitely going to clinch first.” He looked at Andrew, his eyes shining with anticipation. After all these years, his dear friend was finally able to race alongside him again.
But Isabella, on the other hand, sat with her head down. Anxiety gnawed at her. Andrew? What was he doing here? No, she couldn’t let him find out she was here.
The captain was equally thrilled. “Let’s go over our strategy quickly. This is our ace racer. Don’t underestimate her just because she’s a girl; she’s truly incredible. Our plan is to let her take the lead while the rest of us provide support.”
“Seriously? She’s that impressive?” Andrew’s attention was completely focused on Isabella. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
Why did she have the unsettling feeling that Andrew had figured out who she was?
Waylon picked up on the tension as well. Oh no, he couldn’t let Andrew realize that this was Isabella; he would surely be furious.
Without missing a beat, Waylon laughed. “Oh yes, she’s a great friend of mine. She’s just as fantastic at racing.”
Isabella shot a glance at Waylon. Did he know she was Rosemarie? He had to be joking.
Andrew nodded in agreement. “Alright, let’s go with your original plan.”
With Andrew joining, the plan shifted slightly, but they were more thrilled because his presence boosted their chances of winning the championship.
The race was about to start. The first event was the team race, featuring five competing teams. The racers took their spots. Wesley settled into his car and spotted the YM Club vehicles. Were they truly participating? It looked like they had managed to gather enough members.
The crowd buzzed with excitement, cheering for their favorite teams.
“Go HB Club! You’re always number one!”
With the crack of a starting gun, the cars took off, shadows darting across the track.
Wesley from the HB Club led the pack, with Jada trailing closely behind. The HB Club had the most cutting-edge cars and drivers with top-notch skills. It was no surprise that everyone expected them to claim first place again this time around.
In the observation room, someone commented with a hint of envy, “Mercer, your team is as strong as ever.”
Mercer grinned. “These kids put in the hard work and practice constantly. They’ve earned it.” He wouldn’t pretend to be modest—there was no room for false humility in racing. His gaze drifted to Hamlin, sitting not far off. Mercer hadn’t expected him to show up. Hamlin, seated in his wheelchair, watched the leaderboard on the big screen. Despite the lines etched into his weathered face, there was a gleam of hope still shining in his eyes.
Mercer’s lips curled into a sneer. Hamlin was fooling himself if he believed his team stood a chance of snatching first place.
Soon one of the racers caught up to Jada, nearly closing in on second place. But then Wesley unexpectedly hit the brakes, creating a perfect opening. As the racer attempted to overtake, he was knocked off the track at the curve—Wesley’s doing. Jada seized the moment and overtook Wesley, claiming first place.
It was clear to everyone what had just happened. The underhanded tactics of the HB Club were downright disgusting.
Everyone was gunning for first place, but the way they went about it was just plain ruthless.
Mercer didn’t see anything wrong with what they’d done. In fact, his eyes gleamed with self-satisfaction. There was no way anyone was overtaking them. He spoke into his walkie-talkie, “Well done, Jada.”
Jada smiled from inside her car. That top spot was as good as hers. It belonged to the HB Club. Her and Wesley’s teamwork was practically unbeatable. Anyone daring to overtake Wesley would just get shoved out of the way by their dirty tricks.
Gradually, murmurs of dissatisfaction spread through the observation room. But the HB Club held so much power that no one dared to voice their complaints out loud. Hamlin’s voice cut through the room coldly. “Your team is just as disgraceful as you are.”
Mercer shot back, “You’re just jealous. If you had the nerve, you’d be doing the same.” Hamlin didn’t respond after that.
Meanwhile, Isabella and Andrew had managed to secure third and fourth positions. Isabella was now aiming to overtake Wesley.
Wesley eased off the gas as Isabella pressed the accelerator, smoothly passing him without much effort.
Mercer narrowed his eyes. “Ha! That YM Club racer is about to get knocked out just like all the others.”
The upcoming curve was the perfect spot for overtaking, a place where countless legendary moves had been made over the years.
Isabella’s car surged forward as she tried to pass Jada. But in the very next moment, Wesley sped up too, aiming to bump her out of the race at the curve. Mercer’s grin grew wider. He was sure the YM Club member was about to be wiped out.
Mercer fully expected Isabella to be eliminated and disqualified at any moment. But something incredible happened instead. Wesley sped up, yet he failed to hit Isabella. With expert timing, she executed a sharp drift, putting good distance between herself and Wesley. At the same time, Andrew surged forward and pushed Wesley off the track. Just like that, Wesley found himself disqualified from the race.
The sound signaling his disqualification blared across the track.
Mercer’s face twisted in disbelief. Those sneaky YM Club racers were too clever for their own good. As the reality sank in, Wesley’s anger boiled over, leaving him shaky with frustration. “This isn’t fair! They broke the rules.”
Mercer’s expression was clouded with fury. The injustice gnawed at him, but what options did he have? Wesley had a long history of using similar strategies to take others out, and now that it was his turn to be the target, there wouldn’t be a soul to defend him; they would all simply take pleasure in his downfall.
“Well, look at that—Wesley’s out of the race,” someone remarked with feigned sympathy.
“Wesley’s one of the best the HB Club has got,” another chimed in. The crowd began to buzz with murmurs. Though they spoke words of pity, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of satisfaction in their voices.
Mercer inhaled deeply, fuming inside. What goes around comes around, after all. Wesley had been taken out in the same way he had eliminated others. And now, there wasn’t a single argument they could muster to defend him. Grinding his teeth, Mercer growled, “If you’d been faster, you wouldn’t have been the one knocked out.”
“I WAS fast,” Wesley shot back, refusing to back down. He recalled what had just happened—Isabella’s speed had been incredible. She had flown through that curve like it was nothing. Realizing he had been outclassed, Wesley finally went quiet.
Now, Jada remained in the lead, with Isabella hot on her tail. She hadn’t imagined that Isabella would handle Wesley so effortlessly. But Jada was resolute—there was no way she would let herself get overtaken. Her confidence surged as she focused every ounce of energy on the track ahead.
There wasn’t a single female racer in the country who could beat her—Jada was sure of it. Once she got serious, she was unbeatable. Yet as she glanced behind, she was shocked to see that the woman was still right on her tail, keeping up with every move.