Chapter 62 

Suddenly, the car ahead began to slow down–not in a way that suggested the driver was 

losing control, but deliberately. 

His car drifted toward my lane, inching dangerously close to mine. 

My heart raced as I realized what he was trying to do. 

He wanted to collide with me. 

I had no choice but to ease off the accelerator, my fingers tightening around the steering 

wheel as I swerved to avoid contact. 

I let out a frustrated breath. 

It was a dirty move, something street racers did to psych each other out. 

It had been years since I’d been in a race like this. 

I thought I was rusty, but my instincts kicked in fast. 

Back in the day, I wasn’t just any racer–I had dominated these streets, making a name for 

myself before moving on to bigger things. 

But that was a lifetime ago. 

I barely had time to collect my thoughts before a sharp turn appeared ahead. 

The driver in front, a muscle–bound guy with a smug grin plastered on his face, took the 

curve with ease. 

It was obvious he’d raced these streets a hundred times. 

He glided through the turn like it was nothing. 

But I wasn’t about to let him leave me in the dust. 

My hands 

gripped the wheel tighter, and with a sharp flick of my wrists, I threw the car into 

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the turn. 

My tires screeched against the pavement, the car tipping dangerously as I fought to 

maintain control. 

For a moment, I felt the world tilt, but my hands moved faster than my fear. 

I held the line, and with a surge of adrenaline, I straightened out the car, roaring past him. 

Had taken the lead. 

For a brief second, the rush of victory filled me. 

But it was short–lived. 

I saw the other driver’s car in my rearview mirror, his headlights bearing down on me as he 

gunned it. 

He wasn’t going to let me win that easily. 

We tore down the street, engines roaring as we raced toward the finish line. 

The wind whipped past my windows, the noise drowning out everything else. 

The finish line was less than 500 meters away now, and a small crowd had gathered, their cheers ringing in the distance. 

It was a tight race. 

Both cars were neck and neck, the tension palpable as we barreled forward. 

My mind raced, calculating every move, every second. 

Then, in the final stretch, I knew I had one shot. 

Timing was everything. 

I shifted gears at just the right moment, my car surging ahead with a burst of speed. 

The other driver tried to match me, but it was too late. 

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I crossed the finish line just ahead of him, my heart pounding in my chest. 

The crowd erupted into cheers as I brought the car to a stop. 

I could hardly believe it myself–I had won. 

Before I could even step out of the car, the door was yanked open, and I was lifted off my 

feet. 

hadow, the one I had met earlier and helped out, was spinning me around in circles, laughing like a kid on Christmas. 

“You were amazing!” 

he shouted over the noise. 

“I knew you had skills, but that? That was something else! You’re like a professional racer!” 

I smiled, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through me. 

It was a thrill I hadn’t felt in years. 

I took off the helmet and handed it back to him. 

“Here,” I said, my voice steady despite the rush of emotions. 

“And don’t forget the keychain.” 

He laughed, pulling out the fluffy cat keychain and handing it to me. 

“A deal’s a deal.” 

Just then, the muscle–bound driver stepped out of his car. 

To my surprise, he wasn’t angry. 

He walked over, offering me a nod of respect. 

“You’ve got serious talent. Ever think about joining our racing club?” 

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Chapter 62 

I shook my head, though I appreciated the offer. 

“Thanks, but I can’t. I’m already under contract with another team.” 

The crowd, which had been buzzing with excitement, suddenly grew quiet. 

“Wait, you’re a pro?” 

someone asked, their voice tinged with disbelief. 

“Yeah,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. 

“I used to race with the Sparco Racing Team.” 

The moment I said the name, the entire crowd fell silent. 

People exchanged wide–eyed glances, whispering among themselves. 

Sparco Racing Team was one of the biggest names in the racing world. 

No one could believe someone from a team like that would show up in a street race. 

One voice broke the stunned silence. 

“I’m a huge fan of Sparco Racing Team, but I’ve never seen you race with them.” 

Chapter 62 

Suddenly, the car ahead began to slow down–not in a way that suggested the driver was 

losing control, but deliberately. 

His car drifted toward my lane, inching dangerously close to mine. 

My heart raced as I realized what he was trying to do. 

He wanted to collide with me. 

I had no choice but to ease off the accelerator, my fingers tightening around the steering 

wheel as I swerved to avoid contact. 

I let out a frustrated breath. 

It was a dirty move, something street racers did to psych each other out. 

It had been years since I’d been in a race like this. 

I thought I was rusty, but my instincts kicked in fast. 

Back in the day, I wasn’t just any racer–I had dominated these streets, making a name for 

myself before moving on to bigger things. 

But that was a lifetime ago. 

I barely had time to collect my thoughts before a sharp turn appeared ahead. 

The driver in front, a muscle–bound guy with a smug grin plastered on his face, took the 

curve with ease. 

It was obvious he’d raced these streets a hundred times. 

He glided through the turn like it was nothing. 

But I wasn’t about to let him leave me in the dust. 

My hands 

gripped the wheel tighter, and with a sharp flick of my wrists, I threw the car into 

15:30 

After I Amazed the World, the Cold Alpha Regretted 

.49% 

Chapter 62 

the turn. 

My tires screeched against the pavement, the car tipping dangerously as I fought to 

maintain control. 

For a moment, I felt the world tilt, but my hands moved faster than my fear. 

I held the line, and with a surge of adrenaline, I straightened out the car, roaring past him. 

Had taken the lead. 

For a brief second, the rush of victory filled me. 

But it was short–lived. 

I saw the other driver’s car in my rearview mirror, his headlights bearing down on me as he 

gunned it. 

He wasn’t going to let me win that easily. 

We tore down the street, engines roaring as we raced toward the finish line. 

The wind whipped past my windows, the noise drowning out everything else. 

The finish line was less than 500 meters away now, and a small crowd had gathered, their cheers ringing in the distance. 

It was a tight race. 

Both cars were neck and neck, the tension palpable as we barreled forward. 

My mind raced, calculating every move, every second. 

Then, in the final stretch, I knew I had one shot. 

Timing was everything. 

I shifted gears at just the right moment, my car surging ahead with a burst of speed. 

The other driver tried to match me, but it was too late. 

L 

Regretted 

3.6% 

Chapter 62 

I crossed the finish line just ahead of him, my heart pounding in my chest. 

The crowd erupted into cheers as I brought the car to a stop. 

I could hardly believe it myself–I had won. 

Before I could even step out of the car, the door was yanked open, and I was lifted off my 

feet. 

hadow, the one I had met earlier and helped out, was spinning me around in circles, laughing like a kid on Christmas. 

“You were amazing!” 

he shouted over the noise. 

“I knew you had skills, but that? That was something else! You’re like a professional racer!” 

I smiled, feeling the adrenaline still coursing through me. 

It was a thrill I hadn’t felt in years. 

I took off the helmet and handed it back to him. 

“Here,” I said, my voice steady despite the rush of emotions. 

“And don’t forget the keychain.” 

He laughed, pulling out the fluffy cat keychain and handing it to me. 

“A deal’s a deal.” 

Just then, the muscle–bound driver stepped out of his car. 

To my surprise, he wasn’t angry. 

He walked over, offering me a nod of respect. 

“You’ve got serious talent. Ever think about joining our racing club?” 

FIN 

Chapter 62 

I shook my head, though I appreciated the offer. 

“Thanks, but I can’t. I’m already under contract with another team.” 

The crowd, which had been buzzing with excitement, suddenly grew quiet. 

“Wait, you’re a pro?” 

someone asked, their voice tinged with disbelief. 

“Yeah,” I said, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. 

“I used to race with the Sparco Racing Team.” 

The moment I said the name, the entire crowd fell silent. 

People exchanged wide–eyed glances, whispering among themselves. 

Sparco Racing Team was one of the biggest names in the racing world. 

No one could believe someone from a team like that would show up in a street race. 

One voice broke the stunned silence. 

“I’m a huge fan of Sparco Racing Team, but I’ve never seen you race with them.”