Enchanted By His Charm

Leo thought, "Maybe he's afraid that something will happen to him. If Joseph opposed Jordan racing from the beginning, then it was impossible that he didn't know Jordan entered a team. Until something happened two years ago."

Was it really that simple?

"You also have wolf nature." Irish, a short word.

Leo looked at her and said, "Joseph forced out my wolf nature."

She was stunned.

"At least he gets you first." He added.

Irish glared at him.

As they talked, Horry pinched the watch and patted the door.

Jordan gave him an okay gesture and then his eyes fell on Irish's face.

Irish clenched her fist and cheered him.

Jordan slightly closed his lips and smiled.

The loud sound of the engine was deafening, which was the sound making blood boil, and the sound that men wanted to conquer most in their nature.

When Horry's gesture fell, Jordan's racing car sprinted like a rocket. Faster than normal.

Irish exclaimed in her heart, eager to shake her flag and shout. The engine sounded loud.

Horry stood in front of the monitor, his face was focused on the screen, and the number of seconds in his hand was constantly changing.

Irish's had been squeezed up.

She hoped that Jordan would surpass and be safe at the same time. On this side of the track, it was dead quiet.

Irish heard her heart pounding.

Leo, on the other hand, seemed a little nervous, and the fingers around her shoulder had been clasping hard. Soon, Irish heard the engine of the car.

It was getting closer and closer. Irish's breathing increased, her eyes glared bigger and wider, and the tension in her heart quickly climbed to excitement.

She saw the car shadow, the G4 iconic blue-green, like lightning in the night sky, with a charming luster.

She could feel the ground shaking!

Finally, the car roared through their ears.

And Horry pinched his watch's fingers and suddenly stopped.

Irish could not help cheering, she had a hunch that the speed of the racing car must be fast.

The car came with a beautiful drift, turned its head, and stopped slowly next to them.

When Jordan got off the car and shook his head after taking off his helmet, Irish seemed to see Joseph's look so suddenly in him.

"Horry." Jordan put his helmet under his arm and trotted forward. His eyes were bright, but he was a little nervous.

Everyone looked at Horry, too.

Michael, in his wheelchair, swallowed his saliva, too.

Horry looked at the time of the final stop on the watch, and his face showed a clear surprise.

"Wow! How is that possible?" He murmured. Irish's heart almost popped out of her throat, why? Was he not as fast as Michael?

And Jordan also changed his face. Leo opened, "Horry, is it faster or slower?"

Horry looked up at Leo and turned his eyes to Jordan. "You're 0.2 seconds faster than you had two years ago."

Jordan's eyes brightened.

"One minute." Horry strode forward and slapped his big hand on the shoulder. "Boy, you drove for a minute!"ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

One minute!

Irish was stunned. Oh, my God, he dumped Michael for 20 seconds!

The next second was the exhilaration of Jordan himself.

The teammates who were close to him were also very happy and congratulated one after another.

"Horry, so he can represent G4, right?" Irish was also excited.

Horry smiled and looked at Jordan. "This boy has the stubbornness of ten cows, and he can't be pulled back."

These words represented his acceptance.

Jordan was so happy that he rushed to the car and kissed the door.

Irish was also happy about it.

Michael and the other four players, especially Michael, looked ugly with cold eyes.

Horry, seeing Michael's displeasure, stepped forward and sighed, "Michael, I hope you can accept it. He's really faster than you."

"It will convince me unless he has the ability to get into my car," Michael said word for word.

"What do you mean," Jordan said, looking up at Michael.

Mike sneered. "You have to have a car in the race. It'll allow you to drive my car, but only if you have the ability to convince me."

"Michael." Horry cried helplessly by the side.

Leo disagreed and stared at the back of Jordan and said, "I'll take charge of your racing car, Jordan, don't be bothered by others' words."

"It's nice to have a rich friend." Michael sneered and said, "Jordan, two years ago, you relied on your brother to get out of trouble, and two years later, you had to rely on someone else to provide you with a car."

Of course, Jordan could not be stimulated. He bit his teeth, "If I had the ability to drive your car, what would you do?"

"Then I will send it to you!" Michael made an oath.

Jordan squinted slightly. "Well, I'll take the challenge."

Leo frowned and pulled him aside. "Jordan, you have won. There is no need to waste your time."

Jordan shook his head. "No, I'm going to do this."

Horry stepped forward and said, "Let him finish the challenge; otherwise, he will never make people shut up."

Irish agreed with Horry that people's psychology was so strange, no matter what, if you can't be perfectly justifiable, you would always be criticized, no matter how good you would be in the future.

Jordan looked at Michael. "What do you want?"

Michael looked at him without expression, did not speak, and pushed one of his teammates to speak. His face was bruised, and he pointed to the high-rise building not far away. "This morning, I put Michael's helmet at the top, Jordan, if you have the ability, you must get it within the given time."

The crowd looked at it in the right direction.

It was an abandoned high-rise steel frame originally used to build a giant bungee jumping frame, but the project was halted because of a lack of funds, leaving the shelf standing in the wind for so many years.

The giant steel frame was as high as twenty layers and rusty as it was seen closer.

"In ten minutes." Michael smiled and said,

"If you can get my helmet and bring it to me, I'll get convinced. You'll be the boss. And I will say nothing more. But I won't accept you if you don't finish the task, even if you get back to the team. I don't think the other teammates will accept either."

ραпdα nᴏνɐ| сom "Hey, Michael, you're too much, aren't you? That building is so tall that there are no auxiliary tools at all. You let Jordan climb up and down in ten minutes? This is an impossible task at all." A member of the team standing behind Jordan blurted out.

"Yes, I think you did it on purpose." Another teammate said, "The steel frame is so high, and there is no protection below. If he falls from it by mistake, it will be fatal and cause death. Michael, I think you just want Jordan's life, right?"

"Racing is a dangerous profession. What we've been playing is taking risks. You don't realize it, do you?" A teammate who protected Michael talked coldly.

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