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Chapter 806: Chapter 806 Winner

The countdown on the massive screen hit zero.

A voice boomed through the speakers, deep and electrifying, filling the entire arena with energy. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Cedar International Racing Championship! Thirty-two drivers. One track. One winner. Let the race begin!" freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

The engines roared.

The cars shot forward like bullets, their tires screeching against the damp asphalt. The sound was deafening, a symphony of raw power and precision that vibrated through the stands and into the bones of every spectator. The ground shook. The air thickened with the smell of burning rubber and high-octane fuel. The force of thirty-two engines firing at once sent a shockwave through the stadium.

The screen switched to an aerial view, showing the drivers taking the first turn. The track snaked through the mountains, a ribbon of dark asphalt cutting through the green and gray landscape. The road glistened with patches of water from the previous day’s rain, treacherous and unforgiving.

Bella leaned forward in her seat, her hands gripping the armrests until her knuckles turned white.

"Look, there’s Jason!" Dominique shouted, pointing at the screen.

The red car was in the middle of the pack, holding steady, waiting.

The announcer’s voice crackled through the speakers. "Jason Vale, driver number seventeen, holding his position in fifth place. He’s staying steady, waiting for the right moment to make his move."

Lukas Voss’s blue car was ahead, sleek and aggressive. He took the curves with precision, his tires hugging the track like they were glued to it. His car glided through the turns like a predator stalking its prey.

"He’s fast," Hazel said, her eyes fixed on the screen.

"He’s reckless," Dominique replied, his voice tight. "Jason’s playing the long game. Lukas is burning through his tires early. That’s going to cost him."

The track twisted sharply, and the cars tilted, their tires screaming. Two cars ahead, a yellow one and a green one, slid on a slick patch of asphalt. They spun out, colliding with the barrier in a shower of sparks and metal.

The crowd gasped.

The safety team was on them in seconds, pulling the drivers out. The vehicles smoked and sparked, their front ends crumpled like paper. One driver was carried off on a stretcher, his arm hanging limp.

The race continued.

Jason passed the yellow car as it limped off the track, gaining two positions. He was now in third.

"Come on, Jason!" Bella whispered.

The red car shot forward, narrowing the gap between it and the leader. Jason’s hands moved swiftly on the steering wheel, shifting gears, adjusting his line. He was a machine, focused and relentless.

Lukas glanced in his rearview mirror. His eyes narrowed. He swerved, blocking Jason’s path, his blue car cutting across the track like a knife.

Jason shifted gears and accelerated.

The two cars raced side by side, their mirrors almost touching, the sound of their engines blending into a single, deafening roar. The crowd was on its feet, screaming, shouting, pointing.

The road narrowed ahead. A sharp curve. A cliff on one side, a rock wall on the other. One mistake and the driver would be dead.

"Please, please, please," Bella whispered, her hands pressed together.

Lukas’s car inched ahead.

Jason’s car stayed steady, following the curve with precision. His tires hugged the edge of the road, so close to the cliff that the crowd gasped. Pebbles scattered over the edge, falling into the abyss below.

"He’s mad," Dominique breathed. "He’s completely mad."

The red car pulled ahead, crossing the line. Lukas’s car fell back, its front bumper smoking from the strain. Smoke billowed from his tires as he struggled to keep control.

Jason was in first.

The crowd erupted.

Bella jumped to her feet, cheering, her voice lost in the roar. Dominique shouted, pumping his fist in the air. "Yes! That’s my boy!"

Hazel smiled, her eyes soft with relief. Winter watched the screen, her dark eyes fixed on the red car.

On the track, the race was far from over.

Lukas was not done. His blue car surged forward, closing the gap between him and Jason. His eyes were wild, his hands gripping the wheel like he was trying to strangle it.

"You think you can beat me?" he growled to himself. "You think you’re better than me? Dream on!"

He swerved.

Jason’s red car jolted as Lukas’s bumper hit his rear. The impact sent a shudder through the vehicle, and Jason fought to keep control.

"Hey!" Jason yelled, though no one could hear him. "What the hell?"

Lukas hit him again.

The red car skidded toward the barrier.

The crowd gasped.

Bella’s hand flew to her mouth. "Jason!"

But Jason was a better driver than Lukas had anticipated. He corrected his steering, his tires gripping the asphalt as he pulled back onto the track.

"That’s it," Jason muttered. "No more playing nice."

He floored the accelerator.

The red car shot forward, closing the gap between him and Lukas. They raced side by side again, the mountain blurring around them.

The final turn was approaching. A sharp hairpin curve that had claimed many drivers over the years.

Lukas took the inside line, trying to block Jason.

Jason took the outside line, closer to the cliff.

The crowd held its breath.

"Come on, come on, come on," Dominique muttered, his eyes glued to the screen.

The two cars entered the curve.

Lukas’s car wobbled. His tires had been pushed too hard. They were wearing down, losing traction.

Jason’s car stayed steady. He had preserved his tires, his engine, his energy.

He pulled ahead. The red car crossed the finish line.

Jason Vale had won.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

Bella screamed with joy. Dominique pumped his fist in the air. "YES! I TOLD YOU! I TOLD ALL OF YOU!"

He turned to the group of bettors, his grin wide and triumphant. "Pay up, everyone. Pay up."

The men groaned, reaching for their wallets. Victor, the tall man in the black suit, handed over fifty thousand with a sour expression.

Dominique counted the cash, his eyes gleaming. "Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful."

On the screen, Jason’s car slowed to a stop. He climbed out, his face slick with sweat but glowing with victory.

The crowd was still roaring.

Lukas’s car pulled in behind him, smoke rising from his tires. He climbed out, slamming his helmet against the hood of his car. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

Jason walked toward him, his steps light, his smile easy.

"Lukas," he said. "Good race."

Lukas’s face was red, his fists clenched. "This isn’t over, Vale."

"It is for today," Jason said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Better luck next time."