Acceleration

"Oh my god! Driver number 25, modified a 'Glider'?"

The host was seeing this kind of scene for the first time.

Now, the main venue's big screen was completely focused on the Blue Margarita race car.

"The phone lines are blowing up! Let's take a call from a listener."

"Fu*ck, this is illegal modification, it's against the rules, I %￥... demand a refund!"

Hearing such vulgar language on the phone, the host cut the call short.

"Illegal modification, the fact that this term can even appear in an unlimited underground race in Detroit is quite surprising."

She continued, "Indeed, the track rules stipulate that the cars must be ground-driven.

But there's this one thing.

It involves the 'emergency avoidance clause,' like flying off a cliff in a dangerous situation, which doesn't count as a violation."

At that moment.

The race car, dragging a deep blue tail of flame, covered an incredibly long flying distance visible to the naked eye.

It landed on the track with a heavy 'thud.'

At the same time.

Su Wen also joined the chat channel.

He requested a conversation with the host.

"Driver number 25 is even in the mood to do a live broadcast, let's hear what he wants to say."

The arena was now drowned in a mix of curses and cheers.

But then.

What Su Wen said silenced everyone.

He pressed the accelerator.

And at the same time.

The car body gradually displayed the Speed and Passion crew buff: flame-colored stripes.

The speedometer began to spin rapidly.

Accompanied by the car's 'vroom~' of super high acceleration.

He said:

"Regarding the bets involving car number 25 in this race, I have already negotiated with the Fals Merchant Guild in advance.

To those who bet on me to lose, I don't care about your money, it will all be returned after the race.

That's right, 32.2 million dollars, I don't want a single cent, it will all be returned!

From now on, cheer to your heart's content!"

The next second.

A piece of paper was handed to the host's booth under the high-powered spotlights.

The host looked at it, and then said in shock:

"I have received a clear letter from the Fals Merchant Guild, everyone, what driver number 25 said is indeed true!"

Instantly.

The entire venue erupted.

"Driver number 25, I love you!"

"I don't have to jump off a cliff!"

"Blue Margarita!"

"Blue Margarita!"

"Blue Margarita!"

Everyone was shouting the names of Su Wen and Blue Margarita.

Even the White Hound was shocked by Su Wen's generosity.

That's right.

All of this was in Su Wen's plan.

From a low-key entrance.

To provoking the entire audience and other gang organizations, making them bet heavily that he would lose.

And then.

To deliver a profound mental blow during the mid-stage with dazzling and cool driving skills and exceptionally high acceleration performance.

Thereby instilling within them intensely negative and opposing emotions towards themselves.

Finally.

At this very moment.

After he finished speaking those words.

Let all discontent be overturned!

Becoming a shout and revelry echoing through the night!

In this city where only profit and self are paramount.

Never has anyone been admired by all organizations and gangs simultaneously.

But after tonight.

No one will forget racer number 25:

A Legend.

A true Legend belonging to the rebels!

[Detroit is disordered and chaotic, but it has never seen a rebel like you who disregards the rules.]
[Cheer! For the sake of thirty million dollars. Tonight, everyone will remember your name!]
[Great Legend of the City of Chaos, S-rank hidden mission progress achieved 60%]
[Obtained S-rank buff: Legend]
[Effect Description: As a Legend, your attack and defense +50.
Furthermore, your call to action will always receive a regional support modification of over 30%.
Finally, you can always survive in the most dangerous situations with unimaginable luck.]
[Oh, my God, you have achieved an impossible mission progress]

Su Wen smiled.

He wasn't surprised by this outcome.

Since Detroit prioritizes profit and chaos above all else.

Then.

He would first position himself as the enemy.

And then.

Reverse everything with immense profit.

At this moment.

Su Wen watched the values in his status bar surge once again.

He could probably go head-to-head with a top-tier Tier 2 Transcendent now.

But that wasn't all he wanted to say.

Su Wen then used the full underground race's broadcast to say:

"I have a proposal.

In fifteen minutes, the mailboxes of various gangs and organizations will receive a timed email from me, containing a small invitation. You might consider participating."

"You could probably want to smash any multinational corporation's vault right now, and someone would agree to go with you."

Grace said in a muffled voice.

After all.

This black strongman had been infected by the personal charisma of this racer number 25.

At least if he were smashing, he would go along:

"The championship is not far from us."

At this time.

Su Wen slammed on the accelerator.

And then asked the former record holder next to him:

"What was your record?"

"1 hour, 7 minutes, and 53 seconds."

"That number is a little too slow."

This racer number 25 increased his speed once again with a confident smile.

The sound of the pure black textured racing car with deep blue data stripes torque accelerating further intensified.

At this time.

Even the host was a little nervous.

"Racer number 25 is closing in on the Scavenger Organization's 'Westerly Harvester.'

He lost a lot of time because of his earlier rescue of Grace.

Will he still be able to break the record?

Let's wait and see."

At the same time.

Su Wen reconnected to the communication line and said:

"Detroit is a city gradually being corrupted by the law of the jungle; this is the most direct feeling I've had since coming here.

But the weeds are growing wildly.

Which also proves that life has never disappeared.

Instead, it is moving from order to a more unrestrained direction.

Now, I see the most eye-catching core here: 'resistance.'"

Su Wen drove the speeding race car.

His words were firm and full of confidence, "So, I will also let the city witness everything.

Tonight, be proud of your 'resistance'!"

The dark blue stripes rippled across the car body, becoming a scorching flame that would never be extinguished.

In the roaring modified engine sound.

He accelerated all the way!

Surpassed the Westerly Harvester!

Surpassed the fastest record ever set by Grace!

Even.

Surpassed all the noise of the city!