Elizabeth was at the very last spot on the racing circuit. It was a handicap that she herself suggested to Michael.
After all, she didn't want to give the others an excuse when they lost to her.
Sitting inside her F1 car, she took a deep breath. She looked at the wheel in front of her and double-checked the settings of the car, before nodding.
Then, she looked at the front.
The other drivers were a lot more lax than her. They were chatting and conversing with each other as they waited for the flag to be thrown down. There were even some sly jabs at her from the other competitors.
Something about women and Body Formation cultivators.
Elizabeth didn't mind it. In fact, it only bolstered her confidence. It made her more driven, more hungry for the win.
She was used to being underestimated. She thrived on it. She couldn't wait to see the look on their faces when she left them behind on her smoke.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
