The reason Sheyan exhibited such talent on the tracks was because of the evolution of his body thus far. An ordinary person wouldn't have been able to maintain their optimal focus under such high speeds, moreover the other participants weren't professionals. Therefore, his victory was utterly convincing.
The Maserati roared thunderously, executing a beautifully perfect drift across the tracks before halting abruptly. Jessica took off her shirt as she stepped out of the car, her chest inflated as she yelled out in excitement; brandishing her shirt in the air, taunting the other racers as they arrived.
After collecting a thick roll of cash, Jessica's excitement didn't subside. She whistled gleefully, dancing around Sheyan.
"Let's have some fun at the bar."
Sheyan faintly replied.
"Sure."
As he spoke, he stomped the gas pedal. Jessica flipped her hair as she excitedly looked at Sheyan, reaching out her fingers to caress his facial line. She gave off a soft gentle giggle.