Chapter 32 Monster

Earlier, Berloff Reed waited until there was a mile gap between them before suddenly accelerating.

In just 10 seconds, his Koenigsegg One reached an astonishing speed of 250 mph.

In the blink of an eye, the gap between them vanished.

It's worth noting that the famous F1 race cars, on professional tracks, have a historical top speed of only about 233 mph.

Berloff's speed was otherworldly, leaving Bertram and his Mohawk-wearing crewdumbfounded.

"Damn! No wonder that car sells for a billion. Its acceleration is insane!"

"We're in trouble! If we lose, we won't be able to keep our rides."

"We can always buy new cars, but if we lose to this pretty boy, we'll be the laughingstock of Silk City."

"Bertram, what do we do? That Koenigsegg One is too powerful. Our cars can't compete!"

Hearing his friends' panicked voices over the car radio, Bertram's eyes turned cold as he stared intently at the upcoming curve,letting out a snort.

"Why are you panicking?"

"This guy caught up on the straightaway because of the Koenigsegg One's raw power."

"Once we hit the curves, that's where real racing skills come into play."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up, focusing on the series of curves ahead.

"Yeah, Bertram's got a cool head. We almost got fooled by that kid!"

"Heh, we're official members of the Silk City Racing Association. Once we hit the curves, we'll show that kid what real driving skills are!"

"That guy looks like a newbie who only knows how to floor the gas pedal. Do you think he'll lose control and crash when he hits the high-speed turn?"

"Pfft! That jerk deserves it. It's a shame about those twin sisters in his car, though."

"Hahaha... If you're so worried about them, why don't you take a shot at them later?"

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Vroom! Vroom!

These rich kids laughed and jeered at Berloff Reed as they floored their gas pedals, racing toward the upcoming curve.The intense acceleration and deafening roar of the engines had them all howling with excitement, their adrenaline pumping.

Other cars on the highway, seeing these wild, reckless supercars, quickly moved aside in fear, clearing the way.

Soon, Bertram's fiery red Ferrari reached the curve first.

Vroom!

He didn't ease off the gas as he approached the curve, entering at high speed. He then lightly pulled the handbrake, shifting the Ferrari's weight forward, and sharply turned the steering wheel, making the car dive into the curve.While in the turn, he simultaneously pressed the clutch, shifted to a lower gear, and kept the gas pedal floored.

The engine revved high, causing the rear wheels to lose traction. He counter-steered, maintaining high RPMs to drift through the curve.

Screech!

Accompanied by the intense friction between tires and road, a textbook-perfect drift around the corner unfolded before everyone's eyes.

"Wow! No wonder it's Bertram, that was amazing!""Haha, Bertram's high-speed cornering is something that pretty boy couldn't learn even in five or six years."

"Heh, you're giving him too much credit. Forget five or six years, if he can learn even a fraction of Bertram's skills in his lifetime, he'd be lucky."

The crowd mocked Berloff Reed while following the fiery red Ferrari, each taking their turn to drift around the corner.

To be fair, these rich kids had decent basic skills. Each one could control their car well enough to drift at high speed around the corner.

Although their speeds varied, compared to regular drivers who slowed down for corners, they were already considered experts.

"Just look at our cornering skills. That pretty boy can only eat our dust from behind!"

A blonde-haired rich kid smacked his steering wheel, boasting loudly.

Vroom!

His words elicited a burst of laughter from the crowd, everyone laughing heartily.

The next second!

Roar!

A sharp, thunderous engine roar suddenly erupted.

The blonde, who was at the back, hadn't even reacted when a silver-gray car zoomed past his Porsche 911, speeding away.

"What the heck!"

The blonde's eyes widened in disbelief, his face full of shock.

"Is he going over 180 miles per hour? Is this pretty boy insane, taking corners at that speed?"

"Good grief, does this kid have a death wish?""Damn, is he in a hurry to meet his maker?"

The others looked on in disbelief as Berloff Reed, who had just been mocked by everyone, drove the unstoppable Koenigsegg One, overtaking each of them one by one, heading straight for the fiery red Ferrari at the front.

Through several consecutive turns, Berloff managed to maintain a speed of 180 miles per hour, taking the corners at breakneck speed.

"Gulp!"

The crowd, who had been cursing moments ago, collectively swallowed hard, their faces filled with shock.Especially Blondie, whose eyes were wide open as if he had seen a ghost.

As far as he knew, only the top F1 drivers, in the best professional race cars, could take corners at such high speeds.

Berloff Reed, with his model-like looks, seemed like a pretty boy, not a top-tier racer!

"Who the heck is he?"

Hearing Blondie's serious voice over the car radio, everyone fell silent.

To be able to drive a multi-million-dollar Koenigsegg One, Berloff Reed must have an extraordinary background.But to maintain a speed of 180 miles per hour through such dangerous hairpin turns, making it look effortless, was simply mind-blowing.

This level of driving skill, not just in Silk City, but nationwide, could easily earn him the title of a racing god.

Just moments ago, this so-called racing god had been the target of ridicule and scorn from these rich kids.

The tables had turned, and it was a real slap in the face.

Meanwhile, Bertram, who had been leading the race, was lost in his thoughts, oblivious to his companions' exclamations over the car radio.

"Heh! That pretty boy was no match for me. This race is in the bag!"

"Once I win that Koenigsegg One, I'll take that girl for a spin."

"Huh?"

"What the heck is that?"

As Bertram was daydreaming, a thunderous engine roar suddenly erupted from behind.

He glanced at his rearview mirror and saw a silver-gray car rapidly closing in.

"Holy crap! That Koenigsegg One! When did he catch up?"

"No way!"

"I'm one of the gods of Silk City racing. I can't let this pretty boy..."

Just as Bertram resolved to defend his legendary status, the silver-gray Koenigsegg One effortlessly overtook his fiery red Ferrari Enzo on the curve and sped ahead.

"Hiss..."

Bertram's eyes went blank for a few seconds before he gasped, his scalp tingling with shock.

"I took that turn at 125 miles per hour, and this guy was even faster?"

"His speed must be nearing 186 miles per hour!"

"Good grief! Where did this monster come from?"