In less than an hour, the Deker Rally race was about to take place. The “adventurers” had gathered here early in abundance. The entire area was filled with vehicles, ranging from regular cars to luxury cars, and even limited-edition racing cars, of which only a few existed in the world. The participants came from diverse backgrounds, from ordinary workers with a passion for speed and a desire for a better life to spoiled rich kids with nothing better to do, and even the most elite professional racers were converging here.Let’s talk a bit about this monumental race. The Deker Rally is an endurance off-road racing event that challenges the resilience of vehicles on complex terrains. The participants range from amateur drivers to professionals, with non-professionals making up about 80% of the participants. The Deker Rally typically spans two weeks, covering over 100 miles of rugged terrain divided into stages four teams to complete each day.Although it’s named a rally, it’s actually a

Finally, the wild Desker Rally race took place. On the famous “Hellish Green” track, the sky was clear, the sun was shining brightly without a cloud in sight. The grandstands were packed, and the cheers and support from thousands of spectators created a passionate and exhilarating atmosphere. The air was filled with the roar of powerful engines and the whine of speeding cars.The racing supercars, with their supermodel designs and high-powered engines, stood ready at the starting line. The race began with the sound of the starting gun, drivers revving their engines, gripping the steering wheels tightly as the headlights shone brightly. The cars started speeding up, their wheels spinning fiercely, creating a perfect sense of the race’s commencement.Speed increased rapidly, and the competition grew more intense. The racers with talent expertly maneuvered through challenging turns and straight sections to reach their top speeds. Each racing car was finely tuned for optimal performance,

Edward continued to feign ignorance, his tone filled with sorrow as he spoke. “What happened to Jasper? I really know nothing about it.”Mrs. Sherwood remained relentless, refusing to let him off the hook.“Keep your mouth shut. I don’t need your pity for my son, Jasper. Who do you think you are?” Mrs. Sherwood shouted. She absolutely did not allow Edward to discuss anything with her son, even if it was the most trivial matter.Before Mrs. Sherwood could finish, Emily also chimed in, showing no restraint as she gave Edward a slap on the ear. They didn’t even know what Edward had done wrong.“Shut up and stop talking about Jasper!” Edward didn’t avoid Emily’s ear slap. Yes, just like that. The more aggressive they were, the better his role as the victim would be. An ear slap meant nothing to him; he was looking forward to more. A few insults, along with some superficial wounds, meant nothing to him.Mr. Sherwood also looked at him with disdain, reproaching him, “Look at yourself, Edwar

Having walked for a while, Emily glanced around. Confirming that no one was there, she quickly turned in another direction, heading towards the examination room. Edward didn’t lag either. Judging from Emily’s expression, Edward easily guessed that she was extremely tense. He didn’t believe for a second that they had no secrets.Near the examination room, Edward spotted Mrs. Sherwood standing there. Indeed, her presence was understandable, since she was also there for a blood test to save Jasper.Edward was surprised to find her accompanied by security guards and two people in lab coats who appeared to be doctors. If it was simply a matter of waiting for test results, why were they there? Furthermore, these people were not present in front of the emergency room earlier.Clearly, Mrs. Sherwood had summoned them, but for what reason? Could it be for a shared blood test? It seemed highly unlikely. Mrs. Sherwood surely had something for them to do, a secret she absolutely couldn’t let Mr.

At around 8 o’clock in the evening, using the excuse of a busy class schedule, Edward bid farewell to his mother and quickly took a taxi back home. While in the taxi, he received a message from Mr. Beson containing McKay’s phone number.“Mr. Beson, if you always keep your promises like this, that would be fantastic,” Edward said with a hint of sarcasm. He wanted to convey this message to Mr. Beson, but no matter, he would use actions to “help” him fulfill that promise.Edward took out his phone from his coat pocket and dialed the numbers as provided in the message. After a few rings, he heard a voice on the other end.“Excuse me, who is this?” It was McKay’s voice.“It’s me, Edward. Do you remember me?” Edward replied.“Oh, it’s Young Master Edward. I didn’t expect you to contact me. Is there something you need?” McKay couldn’t help but express his surprise. He didn’t think Edward would get in touch with him, especially not this early. After all, having worked in this field for many y