Meng De’s face changed.
The number thirty-eight racer was from their XS team!
Meng De turned his head sharply, staring at the number thirty-eight racer, "Have you gone mad?!"
The racer pursed his lips, remaining silent.
He had been suppressed by Meng De for so long, he just wanted to try if he could tamper with the car to surpass Meng De on the track.
But he hadn’t expected that the judges would suddenly inspect all the cars in the top ten.
"Wow, is this the legendary act of killing a teammate?" Xiu Yu clicked his tongue and started clapping, "Impressive, impressive; it’s my first time seeing such a move."
Meng De was furious.
How could he have known that his teammate had modified the car?
Watching Meng De in a fit of rage, Patriarch Manson’s expression also turned cold, "Do you have anything else to say?"
"Of course, I do! She must have cheated too!" Meng De clenched his teeth, becoming agitated, "You can ask my navigator, the number eleven racer’s navigator’s judgment on the road conditions is simply beyond what an ordinary person is capable of!"
Beside him, Meng De’s navigator also spoke up, "You know how difficult the final stage of the race was, Patriarch Manson."
With his vast experience as a navigator, he wouldn’t dare to calculate the timing to instruct the racer.
If an accident occurred and the car was destroyed and the racer killed, it could be the end of his life.
Since there was nothing wrong with the car and Xiu Yu hadn’t taken any forbidden medicine, Patriarch Manson, upon hearing this, chuckled coldly and paced around, "Fine, let’s have the control room replay the footage."
The butler hurried off to do so.
Then, the big screen showed the footage of the recent race.
The entire race of Xiu Yu’s car was captured, as well as the audio segment where Ying Zijin acted as the navigator.
Earlier, while watching the race, the audience couldn’t hear the navigator’s instructions.
But now, with the audio played by the control room, all the viewers could hear it.
The girl’s voice was clear and crisp, steady and firm, with a powerful calming strength.
Her every instruction was precise to the second, terrifyingly accurate.
[Holy shit, a God-tier Navigator? This judgment capability? Even if familiar with the road conditions, it’s too strong, a Divine Calculation, right?]
The butler then relayed the message to the control room. freēwebnovel.com
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