Heart Thief

0013 Threat Letter

Skye looked at her car's front, which didn't even have a scratch. Her smile grew wider. She had spent millions on modifying this car, making it one-of-a-kind in the world. It could probably withstand a collision with a train, let alone another car. Damaging Sam's car was payback for his earlier behavior at the Blue Bang club.

The gold and red car left everyone in the dust. Behind it, the sounds of collisions were constant. Cars flipped, crashed, teamed up to take out others, or simply rammed into each other randomly. Explosions rang out repeatedly, with flames barely noticeable under the golden sunlight. Screams were drowned out by the roar of engines. Everything unfolded according to the unspoken rules of this world, just more brazenly than usual.

Underground racing was a game where lives were at stake. There was no morality, no rules, no courtesy - only winning and losing, only bloodshed. And in this context, everything was taken to the extreme. The F1 track was hosting the bloodiest world-class race ever seen.

"Why is it like this?" Lily asked, terrified.

Will gently comforted her and frowned at Sam. "Is this how these races usually go?"

Sam, completely mesmerized by the gold and red car, finally tore his eyes away to look at the c*****e. Surprised, he said, "Not like this. I've never participated in a King of Racing competition before." Despite his high ranking in the underground scene, he'd never had the chance to join this top-tier race.

Jake watched for a while before suddenly asking, "If you were out there, do you think you'd make it back alive?"

After a moment of silence, Sam shook his head. "It's hard to say. It would be extremely dangerous."

Hearing this, Lily exclaimed fearfully, "Why? Can't you drive like her?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, gesturing at the leading gold and red car. "Sis, do you know who she is? That's Shadow, the queen of underground racing. Her car has undergone perfect modifications. You saw earlier - that collision didn't even dent it. Who would dare to challenge her? Plus, her reputation alone is enough to intimidate most drivers. Going up against her is like bringing a knife to a gunfight. No one's willing to take that risk, and even if they were, they couldn't catch her. Her speed is practically mythical."

The implication was clear: no one dared to crash into Shadow's car without absolute certainty. But if Sam were out there, everyone would be gunning for him. Given the intensity of the race, his survival would be far from guaranteed.

"Who does she remind you of?" Will suddenly asked, his eyes fixed on the gold and red car.

Jake whipped his head around. "Who?"

Sam, who had been in awe of Shadow, furrowed his brow in thought. "That big spin... that technique and style... I feel like I've seen it before."

"During our escape that day?"

"Yes, yes! That's it!" Sam exclaimed, slapping his thigh and jumping up. "It was a 180-degree turn then, and a 360 now. I knew it looked familiar. It's her, isn't it?"

At these words, Jake shook his head slightly. His gaze on the gold and red car revealed a tenderness he wasn't even aware of. Skye was apologizing in her own way. Such an unpredictable person, yet with such delicate thoughts - a woman who could truly touch one's heart.

With a screeching halt, the gold and red car predictably stopped in first place. Skye stepped out with a mischievous smile, leaning casually against the hood. She let the wind play with her raven hair as she basked in the thunderous applause.

Skye smiled faintly. It had been a while since she'd raced, and she was a bit rusty. Fortunately, this wasn't a pure race - it was more about territory disputes. What should have been a pursuit of speed had turned into a demolition derby, allowing her to claim first place without much challenge.

Sitting on the hood, Skye gently stroked the gleaming body of her car. Last night, using the Quincy family's influence, they had transported this car from New York to Washington in just one evening. Her beloved vehicle, untouched for years, was still as sharp as ever. Skye blew a kiss to her precious car, eliciting earth-shattering cheers from the crowd.

Amidst the commotion, Skye felt a piercing gaze fall upon her. She looked up to see a group of people slowly leaving the VIP stands. From this distance, she couldn't make out their features, but she could sense the unparalleled aura of the man in the center. His gaze carried an oppressive weight. Skye frowned, turned around, got in her car, started the engine, and sped away, leaving everyone in her dust.

Back at the hotel, Jake looked at the empty room, his face cold. "She's not here."

Lily, her face full of worry, said, "Could something have happened to her? Skye left before any of us."

Will, seeing Jake's dark expression and Lily's concern, was about to offer some comfort when Sam, who had just entered the room, said, "There's a note."

Jake rushed forward to take it. The note contained only four words: "Until we meet again." His face immediately darkened, and the room fell into silence.