CHAPTER 67
“He hit us from behind,” Avon snapped, “That should count as a violation!”
“Unless the marshall raises the Black flag, we can’t stop,” Brandon replied.
“True—! Just drive to your right, and block him. Now—there are no rules. Whoever reaches the stand wins the race.”
Avon was mad as fvck with Kevin, but he knew the bump could be passed as unintentional. Professionally, it was recognized as a cheat trick. When contested, the front driver could be accused of blocking. And it will all be subject to an investigation, but for the sake of this tournament, an investigation wasn’t necessary.
The winner would be declared at the end of the game.
And they were close, so close that Brandon could smell the victory.
Until the tug at their back happened, and the car swerved to the lef
