Number One Driver

An announcement played on screens at various preparation and viewing points.

A scantily clad female host was announcing the imminent start of the race with unbridled enthusiasm:

"Ladies and gentlemen of Detroit, welcome to the 'Coastal Neon Unlimited Racing Competition,' fully sponsored by the Fals Merchant Guild!"

"The destination of this race is:

The highest point of Neon Sea Cliff, and two hundred meters below that highest point lies the Leisangton Company's seaside factory."

"Who will fall into the sea and become shark food this time?

Or, who will accelerate along the coastline and become the king of underground racing?"

"Will it be the Carnival Convoy's 'Brass Buffalo'? Or the Scavengers' 'Westerly Harvester'? Let's wait and see!"

Listening to the increasingly boisterous atmosphere from the broadcast speakers, Su Wen put on his goggles.

To increase viewership and entertainment value, Fals underground racing has one rule: no restrictions on modifications.

But Su Wen didn't care what the other teams modified their cars into.

After all, the high-precision mechanical parts stored in his inventory, if brand new, would be enough to buy all the modified race cars making ear-splitting roars in the adjacent parking lot.

Modular Combination

Initiating 3D Simulation

Accompanied by an electromagnetic field repair and connection invisible to the naked eye, in the most remote area, a 'high-tech' 'tycoon's race car' that other participants and even spectators could not imagine was being manufactured at an ultra-high speed that no technology company could observe.

Moreover, the lifespan of this car

was only thirty minutes at most.

The preparation time passed quickly.

Su Wen drove this 'gray-black old race car,' which had become even more low-profile in appearance, away from the most remote preparation area, number 25.

At the race venue, split screens marking the initial conditions of each race car gradually appeared on the host's stage, flashing with neon lights.

After talking about the "favorites to win,"

the host shifted her attention to that corner spot:

"Oh, dear viewers.

If you hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have noticed that there's a gray 'handsome race car' in the corner.

Look at that tough, streamlined design, and the upward-pointing exhaust pipes on both sides, it really makes me miss the farm tractor that my grandpa used to drive on his farm in rural Texas."

Su Wen had not forgotten that his game role was 'bartender.'

But, unfortunately, he didn't even get a chance to touch a silver cocktail shaker.

Instead, he was recognized by this City of Chaos because of racing.

"Let's connect with the driver of car number 25 and ask him about his feelings."

The communication line was connected.

She then asked:

"Driver number 25, as a Freezing Point Bar driver with no prior racing experience, may I ask, did you just purchase a huge medical insurance policy from Aseia Life Technology a few days ago?"

After the host asked this question, all the spectators in the viewing areas laughed knowingly.

As a racer deemed by everyone to be 'here to die,' you have successfully gained the malicious attention of other unfamiliar forces present, increasing the favorability of these unfamiliar forces by '+5'.

You have successfully attracted the attention of the entire audience.

The Great Legend of the City of Chaos, S-Rank Hidden Quest progress reached 10%.

After all.

The underground coastal racing competition held by the Fals Merchant Guild has a mortality rate as high as 54%.

This is despite the multiple safety guarantees of protective gear, airbags, and anti-collision testing for the race cars.

To dare participate in such a competition with a junk car.

That's really brave.

Su Wen connected to the communication line.

Then he turned on the microphone, smiling with utmost gentlemanliness and confidence as he addressed the host and the entire audience:

"I've bet everything I have on myself.

Everyone, if you think I'll die halfway, why not bet everything you have on the opposite side?

Only then will I acknowledge that this race is even a little bit interesting."

Hearing that he could still have this kind of mentality.

Many gamblers in the arena really placed their bets against Su Wen.

"Very confident, I really like a racer like you."

The female host said with a smile, "If, racer number 25, you can come back alive, I would really like to have an in-depth exchange about 'racing skills' with you.

It's a pity, I also bet against you.

Can I ask what your car is called?"

"Blue Margarita, a cocktail that is the most suitable for late nights all over the world.

It represents:

Tonight, all of you will remember my name."

The race officially began!

A total of 79 race cars, modified in various ways, converged from their respective waiting areas onto the same platform and then launched instantly.

Closest to Su Wen was an orange-yellow heavily modified car.

Around the body of that car, high-speed cutting serrations in the shape of canine teeth appeared.

Then.

The driver of that orange-yellow race car actually controlled the car to crash directly towards Su Wen.

At the same time.

Su Wen also noticed this scene.

He said indifferently:

"Very good, you're the first to deliver yourself to my doorstep."

At the moment of the impending collision, Su Wen directly switched the speed limiter stick, and then slammed on the accelerator.

He actually chose to accelerate again!

Faint blue data light patterns gradually appeared on the gray-black race car.

The next second.

The two cars made a huge ripping sound as they collided.

Under high-speed friction.

One car was directly sent flying.

"The 'Vicious Butcher' from the Carnival Convoy has launched another attack.

Poor number 25, he didn't even last a minute."

The host commented.

Instantly.

After the picture reappeared, she made an unbelievable comment:

"Wait! Racer number 25 just now, actually, directly crushed the 'Vicious Butcher's' collision serrations!"

That's right.

The car that flew up was not race car number 25.

But the orange heavily modified car that proactively chose to attack.

And now.

That car has completely become a pile of scrap metal.

On the viewing platform.

The Fals Merchant Guild's Chairman, the fat York, narrowed his eyes as he watched this scene.

Meanwhile, Vern stood fully armed in the corner, speaking into his Bluetooth earpiece to Gore:

"The moment the racing competition produces its first champion, overload Leisangton's circuits through the backdoor access."

"Even if it's just a brief overload causing a short circuit, do you think you can break in?"

"I have to."

White Hound watched the race car on the screen, its speed increasing amidst the azure glow.

For some reason, he suddenly recalled the plan Su Wen had confirmed with him earlier.

It was:

A shocking feat that even the most deranged Cyber Psychos would struggle to accomplish.

The former Leisangton security director continued:

"If it's now, that plan probably has a one percent chance of succeeding."