177: Unregulated racing

Just as Wang Shaojun was complaining, Rust, who was surrounded by people, glanced around, his face sinking. He said displeasedly, "Is that guy Mike coming or not? He always makes us wait for him. If it weren't for the stakes in this bet satisfying me, I wouldn't bother with him."

The people around him quickly agreed.

"Exactly, Mike is too much. He's the governor's son, but aren't you? Why is he always late?"

"Rust, I heard Mike found a world racing champion. Are you confident you can beat him?"

Although they didn't know what the two were betting on, given their identities, the stakes certainly wouldn't be small.

"Hey, what are you afraid of? So what if he's a world champion? This isn't their kind of race. Being fast doesn't necessarily mean winning; in fact, it might mean dying faster."

"Hahahahaha, exactly. Otherwise, why would it be called Death Highway? World champion? He won't be next year."

"Rust, hasn't your Chinese friend arrived yet?"

Rust heard this, and before he could reply, he saw Wang Shaojun approaching with Butler Wei and others.

"Hey, Wang, you're finally here."

Seeing Wang Shaojun's arrival, Rust smiled and walked over to give him a hug.

"How is it? I didn't miss anything, did I?"

Looking at the atmosphere, it was clear the exciting part hadn't started yet.

"Of course not. That annoying guy Mike hasn't arrived yet. He's one of the main characters today. Wang, I suppose you don't know Mike's identity, do you?"

Wang Shaojun shrugged and smiled, "I'd love to hear it!"

"Mike is the son of the governor of Washington State. I don't get along well with this guy, but due to our identities, we haven't completely soured our relationship. So, Death Highway was born. This is where people like us settle our grudges.

The rules are also very simple: there are no rules. And the drivers representing us, as long as they survive, can get a decent bonus. If they win the race, the bonus is even more generous, enough for them to risk their lives.

How about it? Isn't it exciting? Do you want to send someone to participate?"

Wang Shaojun's expression didn't change, but in his heart, he unconsciously gave the other party a thumbs-up. You guys really know how to have fun.

Those racers are truly not afraid of death. With these road conditions, it's practically a one-in-ten chance of survival. If you fly off the mountain, it's basically over.

And it's a no-rules race, which makes it even more thrilling.

In other words, isn't this just bumper cars?

Not only do you have to compare who has better driving skills, but also whose car is tougher.

Hearing the invitation, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Can anyone participate?"

After all, he was an outsider. These people looked wealthy and influential; could there be ordinary people around the governor's son?

Rust heard this and patted his chest, saying, "Anyone else certainly couldn't participate, but you're my friend. I invite you to participate. Who dares to say no?"

Looking at his smug expression, he couldn't help but secretly complain, "Damn, this guy is showing off. He talks even more arrogantly than I do."

Although the other party said it was no problem, he thought for a moment and still politely declined, "Thank you for your invitation, but I'll just watch the excitement for now. But seeing how confident you are, you're sure to win, right?"

Unexpectedly, the other party smiled mysteriously, "Before, that guy Mike always caught me off guard with his unbelievably modified cars, which is why he won. But this time, I've made full preparations. If I can't win this, I'll blow up the entire mountain."

Wang Shaojun looked at Rust's domineering statement and couldn't help but laugh and cry. Good heavens, old man, it really is you.

It's really free!

Just then, someone in the crowd shouted, "Mike is here!"

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the roar of sports cars approached from a distance, and soon, a convoy appeared before everyone's eyes.

Wang Shaojun curiously looked up. The sports cars were all famous brands, but the others were not so impressive, modified beyond recognition. From the surface, you couldn't tell what brand they were.

The convoy stopped, and a white man in his early twenties, with a muscular physique even larger than Rust's, stepped out of the leading supercar.

When the two stood together, Rust was already a step weaker in presence.

"Rust, I didn't expect you guys to be here so early!"

Mike said with a slight smile, completely disregarding the expression on Rust's face.

This made Rust furious, but thinking about what was to come, he decided to let it go and not bother with him.

"It's not that I came early; it's that you're late. It's always like this. If it happens again, I think we'll need to find another way to resolve our differences."

"Hey, really? Then I'd be happy to oblige."

The sharp words between the two made the surrounding people afraid to speak. At this time, silently watching the drama was the best choice.

Seeing this, Rust didn't continue arguing with the other party. "Let's not waste each other's time. Let's start."

"OK!"

Ten minutes later!

More than a dozen cars of various types drove onto the track. Without exception, each car had an Arabic numeral on its body, from one to 18.

But the colors were only black and white, presumably to distinguish friend from foe.

White represented Rust's side, and black represented Mike's.

In the eighteen cars, the drivers' palms were sweating. Although they were very confident in their driving skills, the race here clearly couldn't rely solely on driving skills.

Who knew what tricks both sides had played on their cars? With no rules, the room for manipulation was vast.

Modification, modification. How else could they install mechanisms without modifying?

Everything was ready. Drones circled in the sky, transmitting the entire process in real-time to a large screen, allowing everyone to watch the entire event.

The atmosphere on site clearly became unusual, with tension, excitement, passion, and other emotions swirling in everyone's hearts.

At this moment, two sexy bunny girls holding flags, with their big bottoms swaying, came to the roadside in front of all the race cars. In this weather, dressed like this, one wondered if they were cold.

Yes, that's right, it was the roadside, not the center of the road.

If you ask why? It's because they wanted to live a little longer and not become human projectiles.

Wang Shaojun watched all this, unconsciously becoming excited, perhaps because he had never seen such a race before, feeling both nervous and thrilled.

Especially with snowflakes still falling from the sky, this scene was truly not something you could see just anytime.

The two bunny girls simultaneously raised their flags high, and the eighteen drivers couldn't help but become fully alert. This was when they were truly earning money with their lives.

Eighteen pairs of eyes simultaneously looked at the flag ahead. The next second, the flag was forcefully waved down.

Instantly, all eighteen cars shot out at the same time.