"Hey!!! Little Sand!!!"
"Ease up, you're going to stomp the gas pedal to pieces..."
"And you too, Little Hawk, do you really have to stare so intensely..."
So this was what they called "not interested" and "boring"???
They might have pretended to be utterly unconcerned and dismissive on the surface, but the moment winning or losing was involved, they became this serious.
Was this a man's competitive instinct?
Even someone like Little Sand, whose gender was only male psychologically, could not escape it.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you can see that the mysterious racing team, which performed exceptionally well in the previous races, has finally met its opponent!!!"
"The race car driven by the Great Pirate Straw Hat Crew is showing no signs of falling behind in this competition!!!"
The race cars sped along the enormously long and winding track as Sanji gripped the steering wheel.
With his Observation Haki, he could always make the smoothest, most seamless driving maneuvers.
"Sanji!!!"
"Go for it!!!"
Nami and the others watched from outside as the Straw Hat Crew's race car overtook one vehicle after another on the big screen, rapidly closing in on the mysterious race car at the front.
"You have to win! The entry fee was a million Beli!!!"
Nami shouted from outside.
Perhaps hearing the call of a beautiful lady, hearts swelled in Sanji's eyes, and he immediately began operating the car even more vigorously.
But in Crocodile's eyes, this scene was as laughable as children playing house.
She glanced sideways at the Straw Hat Crew drawing closer in the rearview mirror, then sharply spun the steering wheel.
With an incomparably stylish drift, she dodged aside and kicked up a massive cloud of sand and dust.
This infuriated Sanji.
"Hey!!! First it was a sandstorm, and now it's dust that