Racing Red Thunder was a hover racing car. Its fluorescent-red shell was especially eye-catching at night, and it used jet propulsion, reaching speeds of up to 250 miles per hour.
Heavy Fist wasn't much of a driver. After one test drive, Zelin forcibly put him in the passenger seat. There was no choice—this sort of thing had to be left to the professionals.
Sun Busong was different. In the racing simulator games he'd played in his previous life, he'd always ranked near the top. In less than ten minutes, he'd already mastered the car.
"There's an emergency ejection system in the car. If you run into danger, just press that red button. Of course, if the car gets damaged, you'll have to pay for it in full."
The Goblin handed the car keys to Sun Busong without a worry. It was all spelled out in black and white: if the car was wrecked due to the driver's mistake, he'd have to pay 210,000 Gold Coins in compensation.
Vroom, vroom, vroom!
The roar of the engine sounded like pure ecstasy to Sun Busong, just like the noises he'd made while getting physical with his hourly girlfriend in his previous life.
"Are you ready?!" the announcer's voice came through the speakers.
Sun Busong nodded to the staff member up ahead, his helmet on.
Vroooom!!!
He didn't hold back on the accelerator at all. He practically wanted to stomp it through the floor. As soon as he released the handbrake, Racing Red Thunder shot forward like a sword.
In less than three seconds, the speed had reached 150 miles per hour! Sparks scattered across the track, and a streak of light flashed by.
The force pushed him hard into his seat. Sun Busong and the seat seemed to become one; every inch of