La forgeronne d'un autre monde

Chapitre 189

The tractor was parked at the very edge of the bend, so it wouldn't affect the race at all.

At this moment, Ma Yunteng stepped on the gas and slowly drove down the mountain.

Since the goal is to show off and embarrass others, one cannot reveal all one's secrets at the beginning. Ma Yunteng deliberately slowed down a lot when going around the bend.

"Hey, are you coming or not?" The princess dialed Ma Yunteng's number directly. She had no interest in this strange scene. What she cared about most was when Ma Yunteng would arrive. If Ma Yunteng didn't come, she and the king would be laughed at.

"They've already arrived," Ma Yunteng replied on the phone.

"Where?" the princess asked in surprise.

"Do you see a silver Bugatti Veyron?"

"What? You mean you were driving that Bugatti Veyron?" the princess exclaimed in astonishment. If it was Ma Yunteng, then this way of making an entrance was too special, actually sending the sports car over by plane.

"Yes, that's me."

"Let me tell you, that Barlow was driving a Hennessy Venom, which is faster than your Bugatti Veyron!" the princess reminded her.

"It's okay! A true veteran driver never cares what kind of car he drives! Cheer me on!" Ma Yunteng slammed down the phone and sped off towards the starting line at the foot of the mountain.

"Should I...should I get out of the car later?" Alice asked timidly from inside the car. If Barlow found out she was in Ma Yunteng's car in this situation, she would be dead.

"You insisted on climbing up here, and now you want to go down? Sorry, I've welded the door shut." A wicked smile flashed across Ma Yunteng's lips as he controlled the steering wheel with one hand and began to roam over a certain part of Alice's body with the other.

"Could you roll down the window... I..." Alice said coquettishly, blushing.

"The windows of this car are one-way reflective glass, so you can only see out from the inside, but you can't see anything from the outside!" Ma Yunteng laughed and increased the pressure on his hands, causing Alice to let out a soft moan.

Soon, Ma Yunteng stopped the car at the finish line, the window slowly rolled down, and Alice quickly lowered her head.

"You brat, you still have the nerve to chase girls? Today is your death day!" Balo said mockingly, noticing the woman next to Ma Yunteng.

"What's wrong? Does the race rule mean you can't pick up girls while racing?" Ma Yunteng chuckled at him, clearly not recognizing the woman as his wife.

"Hmph! Someone like you dares to pursue a princess? I bet the woman in your car is a slut too!" Barlow continued to mock.

Forehead!

Upon hearing Barlow's words, Ma Yunteng suddenly felt an unusual thrill.

Alice's face was flushed and her heart was pounding.

"I like it, so what?" Ma Yunteng smirked. "Shut up! Let's get started!"

"You, humph! How long do you think you can be so arrogant?" Barlow said viciously, while giving Barty a wink. Barty quickly took out his phone and quietly walked to a less crowded place.

"Is everything ready?" A sinister look flashed across Barty's face.

"Reporting to young master, it's ready."

Boom... Boom... Boom boom!

The Bugatti Veyron and Hennessy Veneno roared with powerful engine sounds, and everyone was eager to see the upcoming race.

Just then, a hot host walked between the two cars, holding a megaphone in her left hand and pressing her right hand to her chest.

"Five, four, three, two," the host glanced at the two of them, then threw the last piece of clothing on his chest into the air!

"one!"

boom!

The two cars sped away.

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The roar of two top-of-the-line supercars filled the air, igniting the crowd's emotions. Almost everyone cheered for Barlow's superb driving skills.

"As expected of young master Balo, only thirty seconds have passed and he's already two turns ahead of his opponent."

"Young Master Barlow's driving skills seem to have improved a lot."

"I estimate that after three laps, young master Balo will be at least a full lap ahead of him."

As Barlow drove his Hennessy Vengeance, each turn elicited loud screams from some people, especially some of Barlow's female fans, whose throats became hoarse from screaming, much to the delight of the men standing next to them.

"Today, we must find a way to meet Young Master Barlow, no matter what. If our club can invite him to guide us, our overall strength will definitely reach a new level," said a manager of a racing club.

"I'm afraid it won't be easy. Young Master Balo is of such high status that he would look down on a club like ours that is only ranked tenth in the country."

"Heh, a club ranked tenth in the country wants to hire Young Master Balo? What a joke! Our club is ranked third in the country and we can't even get rid of Young Master Balo, let alone your tenth-ranked club!"

"Stop dreaming, all of you. I would be more than satisfied if I could stand next to Young Master Baluo for a while."

Seeing the racing footage on the screen, everyone marveled at Barlow's superb driving skills. Among the spectators were managers from various racing clubs and many other big names from other industries, all hoping to befriend Barlow and have him endorse their companies.

At this moment, we are on the viewing platform at the Eighteen Bends.

"Sigh, the race has only been going on for two minutes, and he's already ten turns behind. What's the point of continuing?" The princess felt very disappointed. He was already so far behind in just two minutes. If he were to fall behind by the end of the race, wouldn't he be a whole lap behind? It was clear from the first two minutes that there was no point in continuing the race.

"Don't worry, I have a feeling that Young Master Ma will bring us a surprise," the king said, patting the princess's head reassuringly.

"That fool, he insisted on racing Barlow, I really don't know what he was thinking," the princess complained.

"Be patient, things might turn around."

Five minutes passed.