The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Vivienne shot him a cold smirk, but before she could respond, Kala, at her side, already seething with

indignation, fired back. "What's wrong with being a woman?! Can't women watch NASCAR races

now?!

Do you think we're some kind of joke?! Do you think we don't know anything about car racing?! Do you

know why North Peak is a designated race track?! Do you know the terrain here and the challenges it

poses?!"

Kala pointed at him as she cursed; she was so close to touching his nose that the man could already

feel her anger enveloping him.

"You're not even worthy of discussing racing with me!"

Vivienne, standing by her side and hearing her barrage of words, couldn't help but chuckle.

Hmm, she had some fight in her.

The fan was left dumbfounded. He was unable to utter a word for a moment, then finally mumbled,

"Regardless, Hurricane is the best. No one can deny that!"

Just as he finished speaking, a signal was heard from the foot of the mountain.

Everyone looked down, and Kala quickly pulled Vivienne to a good spot, looking for Hurricane among

the crowd of racers.

Despite everyone wearing helmets and protective gear, those in the circle knew that Hurricane favored

a blue racing suit, and the number on it was always nine.

"Wait!"

As Kala was intently searching, she suddenly seemed to spot something. She yanked Vivienne in

disbelief and yelled, "Vivienne, look there! Isn't that Carl?!"

Following her finger, Vivienne saw Carl on the track.

He had just put on his helmet and entered his car. He was positioned beside Hurricane, with a few cars

in between them.

"That little rat!" Kala stomped her foot in anger, wishing she could rush down the mountain and pull Carl

from the car.

"Is he out of his mind?! Why would he participate in such a dangerous race?!"

It was one thing to race casually, but to actually compete? Did he think he had nine lives?!

Since Kala was interested in NASCAR, she naturally understood the dangers of the sport.

Although she also raced, she was very cautious. She only participated in indoor tracks and never on

mountain roads.

She knew Carl was into racing and had been secretly participating in illegal street races. This entire

time, she had turned a blind eye, but his audacity seemed to be escalating.

The race was about to start, and all the racers were ready.

Kala wanted to intervene but was helpless, forcing herself to watch in agony.

At this moment, Carl was also feeling tense.

The dim light made the road ahead unclear, and his car was in poor condition. It had many problems

before the race.

Despite his best efforts to fix it, his lack of money to replace suitable parts was a problem.

"Attention, drivers, the race is about to start!"

The referee stood at a high point and slowly raised his starting pistol.

Everyone held their breath, and with the sound of the gunshot, the racers shot off like arrows.

The entire mountain filled with the roar of the race cars. Dozens of them expertly weaved and changed

positions, much to the excitement of the crowd.

Carl gritted his teeth as he followed closely behind Hurricane, striving not to let the gap between them

widen.

To win the race, he had to beat Hurricane. If he couldn't even keep up with the tail end of his car, then

he had no chance today.

Kala, standing at the summit, was a bundle of nerves.

Dozens of cars raced at high speed through the mountain, with no one knowing what could happen in

the next second.

The first half of the track was relatively smooth. Hurricane led the pack, while Carl and a few other

racers followed him closely, leaving a large number of racers behind.

Good! There was still hope.

As long as he maintained this pace, he had a chance to overtake Hurricane at the last moment and win

a thrilling victory.

Just as Carl was quietly rejoicing, Hurricane suddenly slowed down. He was now almost level with him.

Before he could react, Hurricane moved his car closer, forcing him towards the cliff edge.

"What is he doing?!" Kala couldn't believe her eyes.

This kind of behavior was clearly not normal racing etiquette.

Vivienne's eyes narrowed as she watched Hurricane continuously push Carl to the edge.

"He's trying to push him off the mountain." She said coldly as her gaze became increasingly frosty.

Racing was about speed and skill, not about causing harm to competitors.

Hurricane's actions were clearly crossing the line. Not only was he desperate to win, but he also

intended to push Carl into a corner.

At this moment, Carl was getting dangerously close to the cliff edge. His back was drenched in cold Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

sweat.

Hurricane's car brushed against his, making a harsh, grating noise.

Despite pushing his car to its maximum power, he still couldn't shake off Hurricane's pursuit. The strain

was almost unbearable, causing the car to make a continuous and worrying clanging sound.

"Stop! Pause the race!" Carl shouted desperately at Hurricane beside him, but his voice was drowned

out by the roar of the engines.

Hurricane completely ignored his words and hand gestures, and repeatedly rammed into Carl.

"He's breaking the rules! That's a foul!" Kala was frantic. "That's too much! How could he ram into

Carl's car?!"

The fans around her were indifferent. Some were even smirking. "If you join the race, you have to admit

when you're outmatched."

"Racing is inherently dangerous. Hurricane's actions are understandable. If you can't take the heat,

stay out of the kitchen!"

"Exactly! Stop your whining! If you can't take it, go home!"

Kala was both angry and anxious. She had no time to argue with these idiots.

Carl, who had been struggling up the mountain, couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly swerved,

crashing into a nearby boulder.

"Carl!" Kala shrieked and ran towards the track.

The race was forced to pause. All the racers stopped their cars while the referee and staff went to

check on Carl.

Vivienne followed Kala to the middle of the mountain, only to see Carl lying on the ground, clutching his

right leg in pain.

"Carl! Are you okay?!" Kala rushed over with concern written all over his face.

Vivienne, who was standing behind her, took one glance at him and said, "His right leg is broken. Don't

move him."

"How could this happen?”

Kala jerked her hand away in shock. She watched as her younger brother cringed in pain while

clutching his right leg. She was a mix of anger and heartache.

"How about it? Can you continue the match?”

The referee approached, examined Carl’s injury, and reported the situation to the officials.

Upon hearing the news, Kala was beyond infuriated. “He’s broken his freaking leg! And you’re asking if

he can continue?!”

Carl’s teammates were just as frantic. They were sweating bullets. “What are we gonna do?! If Carl

can’t race, our team will be one man short! If we can’t keep up with the season’s scores, it will seriously

affect our team!”

“Don’t you guys have any substitutes?!” She snapped back.