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Clinton couldn’t hold back his thrill when he heard the term of their bet.
His car was the 540 model while Joe’s was the 520. The loser could not possibly win even if he tried.
He was impressed by Joe’s audacity to make such a big bet with him!
His car would be a total waste when the three-meter fireworks were ignited in his car. Everything—the interior, seats, and dashboard—would be ruined in an instant.
Joe was digging his own grave, so he might as well give him a good push!
Clinton nodded without hesitation and shouted, “Guys, you’ll be our witnesses! We’ll race to see whose car is faster. Whoever loses, put the fireworks inside his car and ignite it!”
Then, he added, “If anyone dares to violate the bet, his whole family will die!”
The guys standing at the side of the road cheered loudly. The rest of the classmates who were inside the restaurant rushed out after hearing what was going on. About twenty to thirty people gathered around the door, waiting for the race to start.
Everyone thought Joe was such a fool. How dare he challenge his 520 with Clinton’s 540? It was a straight road and didn’t have anything to do with skills to win the race—rather, it depended entirely on the performance and engine power of the car.
Even if Schumacher drove the 520, it was impossible for him to overtake the 540!
Unfortunately for Joe, his brand new BMW 520 would soon be declared total loss!
Claire tried to stop Joe as well. “Joe, he did it on purpose. Don’t be agitated by him, let’s not race.”
Joe plastered a warm smile on his face. “Don’t worry, my dear, your husband will never lose.”
Clinton laughed out loud. “Oh wow, Joe, I admire your courage! Hahaha! Let’s stop the crap and just start our race already!”
“Okay.” Joe nodded. “How do you want to start?”
Clinton pointed to the intersection at the end of the road and said in a cocky voice, “We’ll start at the same time, go towards the end of the road then turn around. Whoever crosses the line first wins. What do you say?”
Joe smiled confidently. “No problem!”
“Alright!” Clinton shrieked excitedly, “Guys, be our witness! Let the race begin!”
He got into his BMW 540 and drove onto the road.
Despite Claire’s objection, Joe got into his car as well and drove to Clinton’s side, the fronts of the two cars aligned.
One guy stood out and said with a gleeful smile, “I’ll count down!”
“Alright!” Clinton shouted, “Let’s start when you are ready!”
Joe nodded and switched on the sport mode of his BMW 760.
The 760 used a 6.6-liter displacement and 585-horsepower engine.
Meanwhile, the 540 next to him used a 3.0-liter displacement and 340-horsepower engine.
After comparison, the displacement of the 540 was twice as small as the 760, and there was a difference of 245 horsepower between two cars! They were incomparable in terms of performance and speed!
However, how would Clinton realize that Joe’s 520 was actually the top-spec 760? The naive and cocky dude still assumed that he was sure to win.
The count-down guy started enthusiastically, “Ready! 3, 2, 1, go!”
As soon as the voice fell, Clinton stepped on the accelerator pedal immediately!
He knew that Joe was set to lose but he wanted to humiliate him further!
Hence, he wanted to create a huge gap and drive much faster than usual!
However, little did he expect that on his right-hand side, a black shadow would quickly sprint out and leave him far behind in the blink of an eye!
It was Joe’s BMW 520! Clinton could hardly believe what he saw! Damn it! How could that be! It was impossible!
Joe’s 520 had a mere 184-horsepower engine while his 540 had 340 horsepower. His car should be much faster and powerful than Joe’s! How could he overtake him so easily?!
Similarly, the people watching the race were dumbfounded!
No one would have thought that Joe, whom they assumed was bound to lose, would overtake Clinton in a swift motion like an arrow released from the bow! In fact, Joe’s car sped off and left Clinton far behind instantly!
Clinton wasn’t even halfway through the race and Joe had already turned around at the intersection at the end of the road!
When Clinton reached the intersection, Joe had already driven the car back to the starting line!
Joe had won!
A landslide victory at that!
After turning around at the intersection, Clinton saw Joe already at the finish line and he almost fainted!
What was going on!
What the heck was going on!
Since when could the BMW 520 surpass the 540 so much?
No, it couldn’t be! That bastard must have modified his car!
Damn it! How dare he use a modified car to screw him over? Damn it!
When he finally drove the car back in front of everyone, gritting his teeth in agitation, Joe was standing with Claire, clapping and celebrating his victory.
Everyone was extremely shocked. No one could figure out why Joe’s 520 was so fast!
Clinton stopped the car. He barged out angrily and roared, “Damn it, Joe! You modified your car, didn’t you! That’s why your car is so powerful! You screwed me over with your modified car! It’s not fair, this round is void!”
Joe curled his lips into a smirk and said, “Dude, you said it yourself that skills and courage are more important than the car’s specs, did you forget that? Now that you’ve lost, you want to go back on your words?”
“No, I don’t!” A hint of panic flashed across Clinton’s expression as he tried to come out with a lame excuse. “You cheated, it’s not fair!”
Loreen looked at him contemptuously and said, “Clinton, you’re breaking your promise, you disgusting dude! Don’t forget what you said earlier—whoever goes back on his bet would have his whole family die!”
“That’s right!” The people who were anticipating to see Joe being humiliated mumbled in the background, irked by Clinton’s reneging. They could see that Clinton was a sore loser that dared not honor the bet that he started!
Someone started, “Clinton, you’re such a coward, man! Everyone here is a witness that you wanted to do this racing and betting thing with Joe. You even said that the car’s engine has nothing to do with it, whoever breaks his promise, his whole family will die, blah, blah, blah. Now, you want to break the promise, are you saying that you won’t honor your bet even if your family’s life is at stake?”