Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Chapter 31

Chapter 31 The Car Turned Over Before Lyra got in the car, she glanced at Davis. Their look just now made her very uncomfortable. But after all, this was an official race. Lyra collected her thoughts and sat in the car. The cheers outside were blocked by the window. Lyra put on the helmet and took a deep breath. She stared at the finish line in the distance. She was determined to win. "The other players will be scared away when they see your eyes." Nore joked. "That's even better." The referee blew the whistle. "Lyra, after the race, if we come in first, I have something to tell you." The look in Nore's eyes also changed, and he quickly immersed himself in the focused state of the competition, holding the steering wheel tightly. "We must come in first." Lyra did not pay attention to the deep meaning of his words. When the countdown was clear, all the cars drove out of the starting point almost instantly. Some mud and the mountain road had been added to the racing track. The length had been doubled, which was a test for both the driver and co-driver. Coupled with the rainy weather today, it was very difficult for the drivers to lengthen the distance between their cars... Wait! The No. 4 car was ahead! "Black Horse is the first to pass the mud road with absolute advantage. What happened to his car? It is almost flying in the mud, but it is so smooth! This operation is amazing!" The host was excited, and the screen also showed the beautiful side of tyra's face who was sitting on the co-driver's seat. "Black Horse's co-driver is a beautiful young lady. Let's wait and see if Black Horse can create another miracle today!" In the audience, there was a shout, "Black Horse!" At this time, in the VIP viewing area. A tall black figure sat in the middle with the staff standing on both sides. Even if the people on the left and right tried their best to flatter him, the man's face remained unchanged. His deep eyes were fixed on the big screen. President Anderson was thirsty from his flattery. In the end, he couldn't help but say, "Mr. Barnwell, the influence of our race this time is very great. It will definitely be very helpful to your company's image. After the race ends, I wonder if Mr. Barnwell is willing to give the award for the champion?" It was very rare that Hank raised his eyebrows slightly. He turned to look at the live broadcast on the screen. "Will they win?" Them? Who were they referring to? President Anderson looked over and asked tentatively, "No. 4... No. 4?"

Hank was silent. "It's very likely!" President Anderson thought that Hank was interested in Nore's No. 4 car and immediately began to explain, "Black Horse is the favorite to win this race. Moreover, they have a very beautiful and powerful woman as the co-driver." Hank grasped the chair, and his slender fingers tightened. At this moment, the host shouted excitedly, "They caught up. The No. 2 and No. 3 cars are tightly following Black Horse! They are going to drive into the mountain road soon. Do they want to overtake Black Horse? This is indeed a good opportunity to overtake it, but can they really do it?" Hank narrowed his eyes and clearly saw the No. 4 car slowed down under the pursuit of other drivers. His body leaned back, and his mood inexplicably became better. The race was still ongoing. "Nore, slow down!" "What? No..." Nore held the steering wheel and controlled it with difficulty. They had always been leading, how could they relax at this time? "Listen to me." In the face of the situation of being attacked by Davis and Novah, Lyra was extremely calm and quickly pointed out a side road, "Slow down and pass Point 9." Over there, it was the most dangerous and shaky part of the mountain path. No car would choose to pass through there. Sizzle! The tires scraped against the stones. Because Davis' No. 2 car had collided with them again, Nore had no choice but to turn the steering wheel and dodge. This was already the fifth time. Perhaps the audience could not see clearly from the screen, but the driver had the most direct feeling.Lyra's eyes were cold. Davis was trying to push them out of the race track. Not only did he want them to lose their qualification to compete, he even wanted them to turn over the car and take their lives.

This kind of despicable means... "Nore, believe me. Let's go. Even if it's a dead-end, there will still be a chance of survival," said Lyra as she adjusted the car. Nore gripped the steering wheel tightly. Suddenly, he laughed, "Let alone a dead-end, even if you want me to die for you..." He made a sharp turn, and the car drove towards the steep wall, forcefully flattening a road. The violent turbulence and the sandstorm outside drowned out the words that Nore had not finished speaking. Lyra's pupils shrank. She knew how risky this method was, but as long as it was a little closer! The host saw the change in the number 4 car and stood up directly. "What is Black Horse going to do?" "He wants to forcibly break through the chase of other drivers? That road is too dangerous. It is almost like a moth flying into a flame!" "Medical car, get ready immediately!" "Is this strategy they had discussed before or is Black Horse car out of control? He is taking the S-type route. The cliff is right in front of him. What exactly is he going to do?" Bang! A violent crash sounded in the field. The man who was originally sitting on the sofa straightened up, his voice extremely cold. "What's going on?" "Mr. Barnwell, the number 4 car seems to have turned over." President Anderson started to tremble, "The number 4 car, that is the young master from the Lubi family. If something happens to him, what should we do?" Hank stared at the screen, his entire body exuding a cold aura as if there was a voice in his heart telling him that nothing must happen to that woman! "Save people." "Yes, Mr. Barnwell!" Keith immediately prepared to call 120 for help. At this time, President Anderson was sweating and praying that nothing would happen to Nore.