The First Heir
Chapter 270

Chapter 270

Chase raised his eyes to look at the screen, his excitement spilling into his expression. “That wheeliehas the world record for the fastest launch, and only one person ever used it. The inventor of that movewas the F1 champion for four terms running. They say he’s the best racer the world has seen thus far,and some call him the international racing god. He set countless records in the racing scene that noone has managed to break to this day.”

Shock washed over the audience’s expression in waves as Chase explained.

In the end, they were almost numb to it all.

“Do you mean that mysterious international racing god, Uncle Chase? No way.”

Frederick stood in the crowd, voicing his extreme doubts.

That had to be a lie!

Frederick was not the only one. Many others shared his suspicions.

That was insane.

Chase frowned deeply. He looked at the image on the screen, his eyes filled with confusion. “I don’tknow either. That mysterious racing god vanished seven years ago and was never seen again. Manypeople tried to look into him, but no one found any news of him.”

Chase was very confused too. Why would such a mysterious legend appear at his humble little arena?

Besides, when he looked at the footage from inside that car, he found that the man looked utterly plainand normal.

The only thing that piqued Chase’s interest was how that man treated racing even more flippantly thana child would.

On the screen, Philip looked utterly at ease, as though this was not a race at all.

When Frederick and the others saw his attitude, they snorted and said, “I think you must be mistaken,Uncle Chase. How could he be that international racing god? He probably just learned the technique insecret or something. It’s not impossible.”

Chase nodded and took a sip of his coffee. He simply sat down, paying rapt attention to the livefootage.

Melody stood at the back of the crowd, watching as Philip’s lips curved into a slightly crafty smile onscreen. Inwardly, she asked herself, ‘Could that guy really be the international racing god?’

Their gazes turned back to the two men on the track.

Right now, Finn was completely relaxed. He had been way in the lead the entire time, and he smiledconfidently.

How dare that wimp try to challenge him! What a piece of utter trash!

When Finn looked into his rearview mirror, however, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

What the f*ck? Was he actually catching up?!

Finn slammed the accelerator and drifted past the bend!

With a beautiful swerve, Finn immediately left Philip’s AE86 in the dust.

On the track, everyone cheered Finn wildly. “Whoa! That’s crazy!”

The footage was being streamed live to racing enthusiasts throughout the city as well.

Philip’s start earlier set a lot of hearts ablaze. Many people were jumping to their feet!

After all, that was a world-class start that had not been seen in seven years!

Many of them were even wondering who the man racing Finn today was.

Three minutes later, though, Philip was still far behind Finn.

Several onlookers gradually began to doubt their suspicions. Did they get him wrong?

His techniques were totally those of an amateur. There were barely any techniques at all.

Chase was growing disappointed as well. He shook his head and got up, preparing to leave.

He must have been mistaken.

However, someone suddenly yelled, “The hairpin turn! five consecutive hairpins!”

Dragonstone Mountain was known for its twists and turns, and the five consecutive hairpins were theDragonstone track’s most dramatic stretch!

The five consecutive hairpins were much sharper than usual turns, with a higher risk of swerving. Afterall, when a car took the five consecutive hairpins, it would have to alternate rapidly between turning andgoing straight, managing acceleration and braking in quick succession. It drifted a lot more than usual,too!

On a stretch like that, a moment’s slip could mean instant death!

That was why even a provincial champion like Finn would slow down at the hairpin turns, simply driftingsideways to get past them.

It took time, but it was also safest.

Most racers could not even manage to drift past a turn like that.

Chase sat back down and told the analysts, “Check Finn’s time and speed on the five consecutivehairpins.”

The analysts hurriedly got to work.

The professional racing assistant was already telling Finn across the intercom, “Master Finn, we’ll bechecking your timing and speed on the five consecutive hairpins.”

“Sure,” Finn replied confidently.

Right now, everyone’s eyes were on Finn.

They wanted to see if he could break the record again and a set record for five consecutive hairpins.

Two hundred meters!

One hundred meters!

Fifty meters!

Vroom!

The Ferrari turned at rapid speeds, its engine humming nicely.

Full of confidence, Finn changed gears, hit the brakes, and turned the wheel all the way.

The red Ferrari flew like the wind, drifting quickly and easily traversing the first turn!

5.06 seconds!

That was a new record!

The entire crowd erupted into cheers!

Before, Finn had spent 7.78 seconds on the first hairpin!

He had improved by more than an entire second!

That was unbelievable!

Just as everyone was cheering and whooping, though…

On the large screen, there was a black car, moving lightning fast across the screen. It overtook Finn’sred Ferrari and instantly left it several tens of meters behind!