Chapter 212 211: The Bridge of The Red Sea

212 211: The Bridge of The Red Sea

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On the bridge of the red sea, Racing Wolf made loud sounds as it moved at an extremely fast speed. Corey who was sitting on the passenger's seat gazed at the rapidly passing images on the bridge of the red sea.

As Racing Wolf sped on the bridge of the red sea, Corey at times saw passing images of corpses and burning cars on the road. Signs of multiple battles could be seen as Racing wolf swerved and dodged several obstacles while climbing over some corpses.

"What did you mean by the clown played you?"

Corey's gaze shifted from the battle ridden road to Divine who was sitting at the back seat with an aggrieved expression as he gazed at the driver's seat.

Seeing Divine's aggrieved expression, a satisfied feeling emerged in Corey's heart and with a light smile, he spoke:

"What happened captain? Why the long face?"

Divine turned towards Corey and seeing the small smile on Corey's lips, his left eye twitched and with a smile, he replied:

"Nothing. Everything's fine."

A soft chuckle escaped Corey's lips and just as he was about to speak, Fatty Black Bonez spoke:

"Stop acting like a bitch captain and fight for your right. How can you allow a woman to forcibly take the driver's seat of your car?" n).o//V)-e-(L--b--I.(n

A vein threatened to pop on Divine's forehead as he gazed at Fatty Black Bonez who was elegantly drinking a cup of coffee with an innocent light in his eyes.

"Did you not run away when she just looked at you? You bloody coward."

Divine retorted and Fatty Black Bonez stopped drinking from his cup. He looked at Divine with a small smile and without an ounce of shame, he spoke:

"It's called a tactical retreat captain. I use my dick a lot more than you, so I cannot afford any harm to come upon it."

Hearing Fatty's indirect insult to his sexual life, more veins appeared on Divine's forehead and the urge to beat Fatty appeared in his heart.

Meanwhile, as Corey heard the banter between Divine and Fatty Black Bonez, a chuckle escaped his lips and with a small smile, he spoke:

"Hey Cap, before you decide to beat Divine. Please answer my question."

Divine shifted his gaze from Fatty, who he has decided to teach a lesson he would never forget to Corey. He exhaled softly, extinguishing the little bit of anger in him as a result.

"What I meant by the clown playing me was that the information I bought from the clown is not worth the amount I paid."

"The clown withheld a lot of information from me. For example, he didn't tell me about the death race match starting in the air. And I'm hundred percent sure there's more he didn't tell me."

Corey raised his brows hearing Divine's words. He subtly observed Divine, and although he could see Divine having a calm expression. The image of Divine's previous condition after the first appearance of the clown in the underworld appeared in Corey's mind.

'I wonder what price Divine paid for the information on the Clown Games.'

A curious glint appeared in Corey's eyes as this thought came into his mind.

Although the first thought that came into Corey's mind concerning the price was value points. But, knowing the clown, Corey had an inkling that the clown would have no use for value points.

Deciding to dismiss his curiosity, Corey asked about the different starting locations of the death race participants.

"Why was the starting point of every participant different?"

"Well, depending on... your luck or whatever, I don't know. One is teleported to any part of the bridge of the red sea at the beginning of the death race."

"The starting point of somebody can be the end of the bridge, and another person's starting point can be the beginning of the bridge or the middle."

"I don't know if the starting point for everybody was randomly chosen or there was a criterion."

"It's most likely random. The clown doesn't seem like somebody that'll want law and order." Fatty interjected and Divine nodded.

"If it's random, then our combined luck is honestly terrible."

Divine mumbled with a slight frown on his face while looking down, and as Corey heard Divine's mumble, he noticed a tinge of disbelief in his words.

A curious glint appeared in Corey's eyes as he pondered briefly on the reason for Divine's disbelief, but after a few seconds, he decided to temporarily dismiss his curiosity on Divine's disbelief.

"Why do you say our combined luck is terrible?"

Corey asked and Divine turned towards him.

"Currently, we're close to the middle of the bridge."

Divine spoke simply and Corey raised his brows at Divine's words.

'The middle of the bridge?'

Corey's gaze once again shifted to the window of the car and reflecting in his eyes was the rapidly passing image of the bridge.

Seeing the bridge, Corey remembered the details of the bridge of the red sea in the information sold to him by Divine.

The bridge of the red sea was one of the longest bridges Corey had ever heard of, if not the longest bridge. Its length was an astonishing two hundred kilometer (200km) and it towered at a height of approximately one hundred and fifty feet (150ft). It had a width of approximately three hundred feet (300ft).

Knowing the astounding characteristics of the bridge of the red sea, Corey realized Divine's reason for saying their luck was terrible.

'We're still far from the end of the bridge and since Racing Wolf is currently moving at a speed of 400 km per hour and the bridge of the red sea is 200km long... From my calculations, it should take us 30 minutes to reach the end of the bridge...'

'And... thirty minutes is the time given to us to reach the end of the death race.'

Remembering the time given to them to reach the end of the death race, Corey's eyes darkened and a glint of uncertainty appeared in his eyes.

He remembered that they had to cross three more zones in the remaining time they had, which was...

'Thirteen Minutes.'

A blank look appeared on Corey's face as he gazed at his watch which showed how much time he had left for the death race.

'Well, this is bad. How does the clown expect us to complete this absurdly long death race match in thirty minutes? Each and every one of us would die.'

Corey frowned then he turned his body to look at Divine who was at the back and just as he was about to speak, Divine spoke with a calm, carefree smile.

"You want to ask how that bastard clown expects us to complete the death race in thirty minutes right?"

Divine asked and Corey nodded his head.

A chuckle escaped Divine's lips and with a carefree shrug, he smiled and spoke:

"Well... I don't know."

Corey blinked and a surprised light appeared in his eyes.

"Are you saying we could actually die?"

Corey asked with a stunned expression as he gazed at the nonchalantly smiling Divine who gave him a feeling of danger and madness.

The image of the rage filled Divine flashed in Corey's eyes for a second, and a tinge of caution appeared in his eyes.

Divine chuckled once again hearing Corey's words. He looked at the window near him and a glint of madness flashed in his eyes for a second.

'Me? Death? The Clown? Suffering? Again? Never?!'

A bunch of incoherent thoughts appeared in Divine's mind as the madness in his eyes intensified for a few seconds. Just as it seemed like the madness was threatening to take over Divine's mind, Divine shook his head and released a deep breath.

'Again?'

Divine's brows furrowed as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror for a moment before shifting his gaze to Corey, Fatty and Rosa who had cautious, confused and worried expressions respectively as they looked at him.

"Let's just keep on driving and... make sure you say your last prayers."

Hearing Divine's ominous words, the car became silent, and the faces of Corey, Rosa and Fatty became grim.

A few moments later, Rosa's voice resounded in the car, breaking Corey and the others from their thoughts.

"We have company."

Corey raised his brows and he looked at Rosa who was pointing to the front. His gaze shifted to the front, and he could see four cars moving side by side at a speed that was although not as fast as Racing Wolf's current speed, could still be considered fast.

Corey raised his brows as he gazed at the five cars. From the movement of the cars, Corey could see that the people in the car were together and most likely a team just like them.

He looked at Rosa and spoke:

"Avoid them. We don't have the time to engage them."

Rosa nodded and in the next second, she turned the steering wheel to her right.

As soon as Rosa turned the steering wheel to her right, Corey frowned as he noticed the four cars separate from each other, with one car going to the far left, another one going to the far right, and the remaining two staying in the middle, though there was a considerable distance between the two cars.

"Use the stored nitro Rosa."

Just as Corey was about to speak, Divine spoke and Corey raised his brows at Divine's words.

"Are you sure captain? Isn't it too early? I can still make the car go faster using my mana."

Rosa questioned with a tinge of surprise in her tone, and Divine replied with a determined tone.

"Use it. Just like the kid said, we don't have enough time."

Rosa shrugged, then she pushed a red button on the steering wheel.