In the end, the driver valued his life more than the deal with Yovahn and gave way. Mason's racing shuttle blitzed past him with no intention of slowing down, scaring the middle-aged man. If he had hesitated any longer just then, Mason would have crashed into him.
'Crazy bastard.'
Mason was now in fourteenth place at the seventh infinity track of the seventh lap.
All he needed to do was to overtake the brown-bearded man in front and seize thirteenth place. But that wasn't enough yet. Even though he hadn't been informed about the bet, Mason wasn't satisfied with just the top fifteen. Having specially trained for what felt like half a week, Mason was aiming for the top ten.
"This kid..."
The brown-bearded man frowned once he realised who was behind him. This information was made known to him by his team who were communicating with him. Just like the Versoa team, other teams had an On-site unit, although they went by different names.
'I need to get rid of him.'
