Lucille nodded, giving him great encouragement and recognition.
"Okay. That's a nice dream."
"Ahem, ahem." Austin choked on his own saliva. He looked at Lucille with resentment and muttered, "Whose side are you on, Lucille?"
Lucille smiled meaningfully. "My own side."
At the starting line, a whistle blew.
The competition officially began!
Austin started the car as usual. He stepped on the accelerator and rushed forward.
The track was very spacious. Although the corners were harsh, it was far from being the most difficult thing in the world.
However, there were a total of ten cars on the track. Except for Albert, who rushed to the forefront from the very beginning, the rest of them kept rushing toward Austin, full of hostility.
Austin was a little anxious. That was how he had lost the last time. Now that the same thing was happening, he didn't seem to be able to escape the same fate.
Lucille said, "Charge forward. Push that red car away!"