There was absolutely no room to pause this race halfway through.
Tony could only look at the empty road ahead, imagining how far ahead Mavuika might be.
Five minutes? Ten minutes? Considering the gap in their speeds, it would only be longer.
"Damn it..." Tony cursed softly, slapping the steering wheel with his right hand: "You don't have to risk your life just to win, do you?"
Before he knew it, half an hour had passed, and Tony had returned to the vicinity of the Villa along the road he came from.
From afar, he saw that striking flash of red.
Mavuika was already waiting there early.
The motorcycle was parked on the side of the road, and he was leaning lazily against it, his helmet already removed and hanging on the handlebars.
His golden-red long hair draped over his shoulders, seemingly glowing in the afternoon sunlight.
He stood with his arms crossed, one leg slightly bent, his posture as relaxed as if he were sunbathing in his own backyard.
Seeing that Mavuika was fine, the stone hanging in Tony's heart finally fell to the ground.
Although losing the race made him a bit unhappy, it was more of a relief that "thankfully nothing happened."
He slowly drove the car over and parked it next to the motorcycle.
Hearing the engine sound, Mavuika turned his head.
Seeing Tony's car, a bright smile appeared on his face, and he waved to greet him.
"Yo, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
After Tony rolled down the window, Mavuika said with a smile.
His voice was relaxed and cheerful, without the slightest hint of fatigue, as if the crazy race just now was just a walk in the park.
Tony rolled his eyes and opened the door to get out of the car.
He walked up to Mavuika and looked him up and down; he was dressed neatly, had no abrasions, and even his hair wasn't too messy.
This didn't look like someone who had just ridden a motorcycle at that speed for half an hour.
"How long have you been here?" Tony asked, his voice tinged with a sense of frustration he hadn't even noticed himself.
Mavuika thought for a moment and tilted his head.
The gesture was a bit playful, and paired with his exquisite face, it made Tony lose his focus for a moment.
"Hmm... not long," Mavuika said, his tone relaxed: "About ten minutes."
"..."
Tony choked, his expression stiffening.
Ten minutes? He was ten minutes behind? According to the speed difference just now, this meant Mavuika was at least thirty kilometers ahead of him...
He felt mocked.
No, not mocked; Mavuika's tone was very natural, just like saying "I had a cup of coffee," but it was precisely this normalcy that made Tony even more depressed.
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