Top Notch War God

Chapter 66

"Alright, I'm in," Talon said, and then he carried Nia out of the house.

Talon placed Nia in the Rolls-Royce. The girl, whether because she was drunk or due to Talon's earlier action, didn't wake up no matter how he called her.

The six young men also came out and took a look at Talon's car. "Heh, a Rolls-Royce? This model must cost at least six million, right?"

"Stop talking nonsense; let's get started with the bet," Talon said, leaving the restroom, his voice cold and different from before.

The leader scoffed. "Damn, didn't see that coming. You're pretty arrogant. Why weren't you so bold in the restroom earlier? Fine, let's go!"

The six of them got into their vehicles.

Talon looked around and saw three Ferraris, one Lamborghini, and two Maybachs. Judging by the ground clearance of the cars alone, the six vehicles likely exceeded one hundred million. From the sound of their engines, it was clear they were all modified. The six cars surrounded Talon's Rolls-Royce and drove toward the outskirts of Philadelphia.

The road was already filled with people, men and women swaying as if caught in a frenzy. In the crowd, a young man was celebrating with champagne.

"Jerry, we're here for a run; you don't mind, do you?" the leader said to the young man with the champagne as he got out of his car.

"Heh, weren't you guys going to the bar? Why the detour?" Jerry had just won a race and was in a good mood.

The leader was a bit displeased. "Damn it, don't mention it! We arrived at the Seaside Bar, saw a girl go in, and waited by the restroom. Unexpectedly, someone intercepted us midway. We suggested playing together, but he didn't agree. So here we are, ready for a race!"

"Oh? Who dares intercept you, Eli? Let me see!" Jerry tossed the champagne to someone else and said disdainfully.

"Look, it's him!" Eli pointed to Talon's car, holding a cigarette.

Jerry glanced at the driver's seat and froze for a moment. Wasn't that Mr. Storm, who picked up his car from his auto repair shop last night? How did he end up here? Plus, the girl in the passenger seat looked completely unconscious.

Jerry didn't have time to think further. He hurriedly straightened his clothes and walked quickly toward Talon.

"Mr. Storm, what are you doing here?" Jerry asked earnestly as he reached the car.

"I'm here to race with these guys. What, do you manage this road?" Talon raised an eyebrow.

Jerry replied honestly, "No, of course not. I just like to come here and run a few laps when I have nothing to do. Since Mr. Storm wants to race, we'll watch from the side. I'll guide you!"

Jerry respectfully led Talon onto the track. Looking at the seven cars lined up, he said solemnly, "Let me explain the race rules: This is the starting point. Go around the three pines ahead, make a sharp turn, sprint for eight hundred meters, and overcome obstacles."

He concluded, "The first one back here wins. During the race, you can collide, apply pressure, and there are no restrictions—life or death doesn't matter!"

"Mr. Storm, are you ready?" Jerry asked, his explanation aimed entirely at Talon.

In Jerry's view, the six cars were modified, while Talon's car was obviously new. He had already mentally decided that Talon had little chance of winning this race.

The leader, seeing how respectful Jerry was toward Talon, couldn't help but feel unhappy. "Jerry, how much can this kid understand the rules? We're not going to kill anyone. But if something goes wrong with the sports cars and someone gets disabled, you can't blame me!"

"Eli, just say less!" Jerry turned back to reprimand him.

"Alright, let's start." Talon shifted the car into manual mode and said calmly.

"Okay, I'll count to three, and the race will begin!" Jerry raised his hand high. "Three, two—"

Just then, Nia, who had been silent in the passenger seat, suddenly made a sound and slowly woke up. She looked around at the unfamiliar environment and saw a stranger in the driver's seat, instantly feeling tense.

"Who are you? Where… where is this?" Nia glanced at her clothes, realizing they were relatively neat, and breathed a little easier.

"No time to explain, just sit tight," Talon said, and as Jerry's "one" hit the ground, he executed a series of actions smoothly, darting out before the six cars could react.

Nia had no experience riding in a race car; she grabbed the handles tightly and yelled loudly, "Ah, stop the car! You need to stop! We're going to crash! Ah! Don't veer off so much, the road is in the middle! We're going to die, we're going to die! Ah!"

Nia's heart raced; every time it seemed Talon would crash, he miraculously avoided disaster. Was this even driving? It felt more like flying a plane! Especially at night, when visibility was low, Talon relied on his exceptional skills to maintain the lead.

"Drive slower! Are you trying to die? I'm not ready to die yet!" Nia's voice was tinged with tears.

"I really wonder how Kieran could have a granddaughter who's so afraid of death," Talon shot a sideways glance at Nia but pressed the accelerator even harder.

Nia looked at Talon and suddenly shouted, "You know my grandpa? I remember you! You're that pervert, the one who went into the ladies' restroom! If I'm not mistaken, you… you even peeked at me when I was peeing!"

Talon nearly choked on his own breath. He argued. "Clearly, you couldn't hold back and took off your pants, right? Besides, I turned my face away when you were peeing; I saw nothing! And I only entered the women's restroom because I had no choice!"

Nia's face flushed as she rebutted, "You didn't see anything, but you could hear! Any excuse is just that—an excuse! You deliberately went into the ladies' room!"

Talon shook his head, glancing at the lights in the rearview mirror. "I can't explain this clearly. But I must tell you, if I hadn't gone into the ladies' room today, you would have definitely been taken to the hotel by Dale."

He added, "What he wanted to do there, you can probably guess. And if it weren't for me, you'd likely have become the plaything of those six guys behind us!"

Saying that, Talon slammed the gas pedal to the floor. Nia clung to the handrail for dear life, and every turn was a white-knuckle experience for her. He didn't slow down even when the rear tires were skidding off the track; with sheer inertia and front-wheel grip, he miraculously kept it together.

This was terrifying—any small mistake could spell disaster. As they reached the finish line, Talon firmly pressed the brakes.