Emmeline went back upstairs and changed into a black biker outfit and her hair tied up in a ponytail.

She brought out her bike from the garage. It looked mottled on the outside, but it was the design. Her bike is worth up to 45 thousand dollars.

Emmeline speeded off after wearing her helmet. Sam was dumbfounded as Emmeline sped off so quickly.

Adam’s men called him as they watched Emmeline disappear from their sight.

“Mr. Adam, Emmeline has left on her bike.”

“Follow her.”

“But that speed of hers…”

“That’s your business, I just need to know where she went.”

“Yes, sir!” The man on the stakeout took out his walkie-talkie, “Crossroads ahead, keep an eye on that black bike.”

“That bike passed by like a ghost.”

“I don’t care. Mr. Adam wants to know where she went.”

“Alright.”

“Well, I’ll wait for your call.”

Half an hour later, Adam received a call.

“Mr. Adam, Emmeline is at the Swan Lake Race Track.”

“A racing track?” Adam was a little surprised, “She is wild enough!”

“What should we do now?”

“Find two racers immediately and rush to Swan Lake!”

“Yes, Mr. Adam!”

Another half hour later, Adam sat in the car and looked at the racing track from not far away.

Emmeline appeared on the roadside and sped into the race track. Players and spectators looked down on her as she was a new face.

“Who’s this girl racing with a broken bike?”

“Get out of here right now, don’t delay the tournament!”

Emmeline ignored everyone and drove her bike around the field, dust flew everywhere.

“Is the girl riding a Dukadi?” A racer asked the organizers.

“Can she handle the world’s top race car speed at 400 mph?”

“That’s a VR5. It’s more than half a million.”

“I’ve never heard of such a person among the racers in Struyria.”

“I’ll go and ask her.”

He walked over to Emmeline.

“Hey girl, where are you from?”

“Are you talking to me?” Emmeline asked.

“Of course, you’re the only fresh face here.”

Emmeline laughed, “Give me a track, we’ll get acquainted after racing once.”

The rider walked up to Emmeline’s bike and placed his hand on the handlebars. This was really a limited DUKADI-V5R. The one available in the market was V4R.

“What is your level? You’re not here to show off your bike, right?”

“Do I need to do that with a molted design bike?”

“So, you’re here to race? The maximum prize money for this race is 800 thousand.”

“I don’t want to make money, I just want to have some fun. Can you give me a place?”

“Yes!” The driver pointed to track nine, “That spot is yours, go ahead.”

“Thanks!”