Part 88

We all stared at Lincoln; we were confused like him. Their eyes shifted to the big screen, where both Lincoln's and Deacon's faces were shown. No, this is not what I want. I didn't bring Lincoln here to compete with Deacon. I'm here to finally stop their quarrel, not to make things worse. Someone set us up; this person knows Lincoln is here. This is my fault; if I hadn’t caused a scene earlier, none of this would have happened.

Unlike me, who was anxious about this, people are beginning to jump out of excitement. As if they had been waiting for this fight for a long time.

Both are inside their car, which is in the white line. They started the engine of their car together and are now waiting for the woman in the middle to lower the flag she was raising. And when the countdown finishes, the battle between the two number-one racers begins.

The shouts of the people were almost deafening to my ears. Along with the loud sound of the exhaust, their hands were banging the fences. And the sh