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    Brenna’s window slid down further, her free hand wavingzily. She looked like she was bored.


    Fury ignited within Jade as she floored the gas pedal, surging past Brenna. “You won’t beat me this time!”


    Then, a deafening crash pierced the air. Ahead of Jade’s car, a red cary overturned in a ditch, smoke billowing ominously from its hood.


    Jade knew recklessness could lead to disaster, so she held her speed, focusing on the road to avoid a simr fate.


    Her car continued to bounce wildly, but she kept her mind sharp, recalling her pre-nned strategy. But thirty secondster, the familiar whine of Brenna’s engine signaled to her that Brenna had caught up with her again.


    There Brenna was, the window still open, reclining in her seat as if enjoying a leisurely drive.


    A sh of malice flickered in Jade’s eyes as her finger hovered over a ck button. With a decisive move, she pressed down.


    A circr hatch in the center of her car’s body sprang open, revealing a conical drill that extended and began to spin, reaching out thirty centimeters beyond the vehicle.


    The screech of metal being cut echoed. Brenna noticed from the rearview mirror that Jade had activated her illegal modification, just as she had expected.


    Brenna’s lips twisted into a sneer as she regarded Jade with narrowed eyes. After all these years, was this really the best her so-called rival could muster? Just pping makeshift upgrades onto her outdated vehicle?


    With a calm expression, Brenna watched in her rearview mirror as the metal spike viciously jabbed at her car.


    At full throttle, the sh of metal against metal unleashed a shrill, ear-splitting screech, while a relentless spray of sparks erupted upward in dazzling arcs. Jade’s expression bore the mark of vicious satisfaction, her lips twisting into a grin as she looked at Brenna. “Enjoy yourst moments on this track.”


    With a determined jab, she pressed the control button again,manding the spike to extend further. Her n was straightforward: the spike would puncture the chassis, shred the tires, and send Brenna’s car flipping into oblivion. Though this vited international racing rules, she couldn’t care less; eliminating Brenna was her sole focus.


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    Jade shot Brenna a cold smile, but her rival remained infuriatinglyposed. Brenna had one elbow propped on the windowsill, fingers drumming a careless rhythm on the steering wheel. Fury ignited in Jade’s chest.


    Why was Brenna still so calm? That spike could slice through military-grade ting! How could Brenna remain unfazed by her most powerful weapon? Jade stomped the elerator, demanding every ounce of horsepower, trying to slice Brenna’s car in two with the metal spike.


    But as Jade pressed down, Brenna did the same. Jade tried hard to push her car to the limit, while Brenna maintained an unsettlingly rxed posture, a stark contrast to Jade, who strained against her harness.


    The metal spike shed with Brenna’s car, sending sparks flying and producing a grating sound. Jade had been waiting for the moment Brenna’s vehicle would break. Confident in the spike’s material, she believed it would cut through metal with ease.


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