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Just as all the vehicles on the inner lanes were jammed and in complete chaos, Tang and Rosen simultaneously swerved into the outer lane.

The two lightly tapped the brakes with their toes, applying precise and delicate force, and then quickly downshifted to increase the engine speed. The engine instantly roared with a powerful roar, building up power in advance for the sprint after the corner.

As Rosen turned the steering wheel, the braking force on his foot gradually decreased, perfectly matching the braking force released at the steering angle.

Just as he was smoothly turning the corner, Rosen suddenly felt a slight impact from behind, as if he had been gently bumped from behind.

The car body slid slightly to the side, and incredibly, this sneak attack did not disrupt Rosen's rhythm. Instead, he used the lateral momentum to make the front of the car align with the apex of the corner earlier and more accurately.

The Pontiac Firebird, which was originally a car length behind the Dodge Charger, caught up with everyone thanks to this unexpected boost, and the two high-powered beasts reached the core of the corner almost simultaneously.

The next second, the two of them simultaneously released the brakes and slammed their feet on the accelerator.

A massive amount of torque surged forth instantly, and the brute force propelled the two heavy muscle cars as they roared and sprinted forward, leaving the group of drivers who were clustered on the inside and whose speed had dropped drastically far behind, and they were the first to neatly rush out of the corner.

The moment the car straightened after exiting the curve, the entire situation became clear.

Tang and Rosen are leading the pack side by side, only half a car length behind Luke's Nissan 350Z, and they could overtake them at any time.

Luke, who was in the lead, glanced down at the rearview mirror, and after seeing the parking space, a smug and mischievous smile instantly appeared on his lips.

Tangka was in his right blind spot, so he posed little threat to Tang. What worried him most was Rosen, who was positioned firmly behind him, perfectly within Luke's blocking and suppression range.

Now Luke was completely relieved. He ignored Tang on his right, lightly tapped the brake with his right foot, and began to deliberately slow down. He was specifically targeting Rosen and trying to disrupt his pace.

Before the race, he made a promise to Ares that he would at least keep Rosen under control for three turns and completely break Rosen's mentality and rhythm.

After other drivers overtook him and the race became chaotic, he teamed up with Ares to sandwich Rosen from both sides, completely shutting him down at the back of the pack.

For him, anyone could win, but Rosen had to lose. Given the chance, he also wanted Rosen to experience the thrill of a death roll.

Rosen saw right through the guy's childish and stubborn little scheme. He couldn't be bothered to confront this hothead head-on, so he decisively eased off the accelerator and slowed down, then gently turned the steering wheel, nimbly dodging behind Tang's car, perfectly avoiding Luke's blocking and suppression. His strategy was to play it safe and develop his strength, avoiding any recklessness.

Rosen glanced at the real-time traffic data transmitted by the drone overhead. The streets ahead were in the tail end of the evening rush hour, with chaotic traffic and ridiculously congested intersections.

Right now, the one rushing to the front is Chun Chun Da Yuan Zhong, who is specifically responsible for clearing obstacles for those behind him and has to bear all the risks. He resolutely refuses to do such a thankless task.

In the United States, Rosen would never talk about selflessness; if anyone were to make a contribution, it would be others making contributions to him.

Maintaining a safe distance, Rosen glanced at the rearview mirror and immediately understood.

The Chevrolet SS that was just sticking close to his car, waiting for an opportunity to ambush him, was actually squeezed to the back of the line by the chaotic traffic. Now, right behind him was Brian's highly recognizable Mazda RX-7.

Without a doubt, the one who secretly brushed against his rear end when he was turning the corner, trying to make him lose control, was definitely Ares, who was still unwilling to accept defeat.

Ares hadn't expected that Rosen's muscle car had such a stable chassis and such ferocious power reserves. His sneak attack not only failed to overturn Rosen's car or disrupt his rhythm, but also inadvertently helped Rosen gain an advantage in cornering.

Ares was probably so angry he was practically grinding his teeth to powder. He was flooring the gas pedal and chasing after them like crazy, his face full of frustration.

But now everyone on the track is a hardcore racer, and no one will give way to her. No matter how anxious or angry she is, she can only be stuck at the back of the pack, with no chance to overtake.

Before everyone could regain their footing, a 90-degree left turn appeared ahead.

The road conditions at this intersection are extremely bad. The remaining traffic from the evening rush hour is chaotic and intermittent. The red light is on for the opposite lane, and many private cars are stuck at the intersection, making it completely congested.

At their current top speed, forcing their way through would be a gamble, a complete test of luck and character. A slight misstep could result in a major chain-reaction collision, a scene that's thrilling just to imagine.

Rosen glanced down at the control terminal on his wrist, where he could clearly see the aerial view taken by the drone.

Two fully loaded heavy trucks were speeding toward the intersection from the opposite lane, showing no intention of slowing down or yielding.

It's obvious without any prediction that in this chaotic situation, someone will definitely lose control of their speed and crash or overturn their car.

Judging from the aerial footage, Tang's Dodge Charger and Luke's 350Z were in relatively safe positions when they passed the intersection, and it is highly likely that they managed to pass through with great difficulty.

However, this would put them at maximum risk; if they made a mistake, they would be stuck in the middle of traffic and randomly run into some unlucky person.

In the blink of an eye, Rosen had made up his mind.

Just as Tang was about to lightly apply the brakes to slow down and safely navigate the corner, Rosen suddenly floored the accelerator, the engine roaring to life, and he swerved sharply to cut to the left of the Dodge, his car pressed tightly against Tang's, hurtling towards the corner at full speed.

He barely slowed down throughout, decisively seizing the shortest driving line on the inside corner, and with extremely tricky angles, he completely erased any distance difference. At the moment of cornering, he was once again running alongside Tang's Dodge Charger.

The inertia of high-speed cornering is enormous, and the steering load on the car body is directly maximized. The Pontiac Firebird involuntarily squeezes to the right, and uses the Tang's Dodge Charger as a temporary buffer.

The Dodge, which was inexplicably given a boost, was forced to veer outwards, blocking Luke's only overtaking route.

The worst off was Luke, who was in the lead. He was squeezed by two massive muscle cars, forcing him to cling tightly to the roadside guardrail and squeeze through the bend.

The screeching sound of metal scraping against the car body and guardrail, sparks flying everywhere, made his heart pound, and he gripped the steering wheel tightly, so nervous that he almost wet himself on the spot.

After stumbling and struggling to get out of the bend, Luke took a closer look and his composure instantly shattered.

The first place he had been so confident of was gone. Tang's Dodge Charger was now far ahead, and right next to the Dodge Charger was the Pontiac Firebird.