The Super Son-in-law

Chapter 30: The Race

Hamlin curled his lip. "Impressive, driving a BMW 5 Series now!"

Then, he deliberately (provoked) Alan, saying, "Hey Alan, there aren’t many cars in this development zone, and the road at the entrance is wide and straight. How about a race to see whose car is faster?"

Alan frowned, feeling annoyed at Hamlin.

Why pick a fight for no reason?

Besides, a race? My car is a BMW 760.

It’s the most expensive and fastest BMW model. Racing you would just make me look like I’m bullying you.

Hamlin thought Alan was scared and immediately sneered, "Wow, Alan, you’re still as cowardly as in college!

What’s there to fear in a race?

Are you stingy about a little gasoline?

I’ll even fill up your gas tank for you if you want."

Caroline interjected with irritation, "Hey, Hamlin, what’s your problem?

Your car is a BMW 540, and Alan’s is a 520—their power levels are completely different.

Do you really think a race would be fair?"

Hamlin shrugged. "Driving mainly depends on skill!

A good car doesn’t always mean speed—it takes technique and guts.

I wonder if Alan has the nerve to race me?

If he’s too scared, just say so.

Several people beside him immediately chimed in, "That's right, just admit if you're scared. It's not shameful."

Alan didn't get angry but instead smiled and said, "Hamlin, we can have a race, but let's play with some stakes—otherwise, what's the fun?"

"Great!" Hamlin had been worried Alan wouldn't take the bait.

When he heard Alan mention a stake, he instantly decided Alan was courting disaster and blurted out, "How about this: the loser kneels and kowtows to the winner to admit defeat. What do you say?"

Alan shook his head. "We're all adults. Let's not act like children."

Just then, Norris, dressed in a suit, came out carrying a large plate of firecrackers. Seeing Alan, he immediately stepped forward excitedly and said, "Alan, you're here!"

Alan nodded and smiled at him. "Congratulations on your new store opening!"

Norris smiled. "Thanks, bro!"

Hamlin interrupted coldly, "Alan, don't change the subject. Tell us, what stake do you think is appropriate?"

Norris asked curiously, "What's going on? What are you guys doing?"

Alan smiled faintly, eyeing the large plate of firecrackers in Norris's arms. He turned to Hamlin and said, "Here's the deal: we'll race, and the loser will set off these firecrackers inside their own car. How does that sound?"

Upon hearing this, Hamlin could hardly contain his excitement.

His car was a 540, while Alan's was a 520—there was no way Alan could win, even if he tried his hardest.

Alan was actually gambling such a high stake! Setting off firecrackers in the car would ruin it completely—the interior, seats, and dashboard would all be (blown to pieces).

Since Alan was digging his own grave, this was a perfect opportunity to humiliate him!

So Hamlin nodded almost without hesitation and shouted, "Everyone bear witness!

I'm going to race Alan to see who's faster in their car. The loser will set off these firecrackers in their own vehicle!" He added, "Whoever goes back on their word or cheats will have their entire family die!"

Several male classmates immediately started cheering, and when the classmates upstairs heard about the commotion, they all rushed out.

Twenty to thirty people gathered at the entrance, eager to watch the spectacle.

Everyone thought Alan was a fool—how dare a 520 challenge a 540?

This was a straight road; speed had little to do with skill and depended entirely on the car's performance.

Even if Schumacher were driving the 520, it couldn't outperform the 540! It seemed Alan's brand-new BMW 520 was about to be totaled.

Mia kept urging Alan, "Alan, don't fall for his provocation. He's doing this on purpose. Let's not race him."

Alan smiled faintly. "Don't worry, honey. Your husband will never lose."

Hamlin burst into laughter. "Wow, Alan, I have to admire your guts! Hahaha, in that case, let's stop talking and just race!"

"Okay." Alan nodded. "How do you want to race?"

Hamlin pointed to the intersection at the end of the road. "We'll start at the same time, see who reaches that intersection first, then turn around and come back. The first to return wins. Deal?"

Alan smiled. "No problem."

Hamlin said excitedly, "Everyone, bear witness—we're starting the race right away!"

With that, he got into his BMW 540 and drove onto the main road.

Despite Mia's attempts to stop him, Alan pulled up beside Hamlin's car, aligning their front ends.

A nosy male classmate laughed, "I'll count you down!"

"Good!" Hamlin grinned. "Start when ready!"

Alan nodded and activated the sport mode on his BMW 760.

The 760 is equipped with a 6.6-liter, 585-horsepower engine, while Hamlin's BMW 540 has a 3.0-liter, 340-horsepower engine—half the displacement and 245 fewer horsepower than the 760.

But how would Hamlin know that Alan's "520" was actually a top-of-the-line 760? He still thought victory was guaranteed.

The classmate counting down shouted excitedly, "Ready! 3, 2, 1!"

As soon as the words fell, Hamlin floored the gas pedal.

He knew Alan was doomed, but he wanted to make the defeat as humiliating as possible—so he pushed his car to its limit.

But to his shock, a black shadow shot forward on his right, instantly leaving him in the dust.

It was Alan's "BMW 520"!

Hamlin could hardly believe his eyes. What the hell!

How is this possible! His 540 had 340 horsepower, nearly double the "184 horsepower" he assumed Alan's 520 had.

How could he overtake him so easily?

The classmates watching were also stunned! No one had expected that Alan, whom everyone thought was sure to lose, would shoot past Hamlin like an arrow off the string, instantly leaving him far behind!

Before Hamlin had even reached the halfway point, Alan had already turned around at the intersection at the end of the road.

By the time Hamlin was just about to turn around, Alan had already driven back to the starting point.

Alan had won! And he had won by a crushing margin!

When Hamlin finally turned around and returned, seeing that Alan had already reached the finish line, he was almost in a state of collapse.

What was going on!

What the hell was happening!

Since when could a BMW 520 outperform a BMW 540 by double?

No! This bastard must have modified his car! Using a modified car to trick me? Damn it!

Grimacing with rage, he drove back to the crowd as Alan was already clapping with Mia to celebrate their victory. The surrounding classmates were all dumbfounded, still unable to understand why Alan’s 520 had been so fast.

Hamlin parked the car and stormed out, roaring,

Alan! You tricked me with a modified car, didn’t you? This race doesn’t count!