Reborn: The Super Wife

Chapter 4 The Racing Princelings

Chapter 4 The Racing Princelings

Abigail's eyes rested on two branches over there, trying to see if she still had supernatural powers in her. But the two branches didn't move, so she couldn't help but felt disappointed.

Supernatural power was a power that many people had in the endworld. Changes in the environment would activate the potential abilities in the human body, and then evolve into supernatural powers.

Just as animals evolved their abilities to adapt to the environment with the changes of the environment.

The ability evolved by humans in the endworld was supernatural power.

But the strength of a power was related to one's potential. Moreover, most people only had single powers.

But she had dual powers, manipulation and visualization. It was precisely because of this that she could be invincible at all times in the endworld, and even became the Lord Commander of the Eastern Military District, commanding tens of millions of soldiers.

But now it seemed that she'd better do it with her bare hands, and she tried hard to reach out and picked up the branch.

She was originally a soldier, and that's why she was familiar with handling wounds. She picked up two branches to fix her broken leg. Other wounds scabbed after being blown by a gust of wind. She had to tear up her clothes and wrap it up. She lost a lot of blood but she couldn't do anything.

While Abigail was dealing with her wound, cars roared by on the concrete driveway outside the forest one after another. Bursts of galloping motors broke the silence.

On the hillside.

The dark night was ablaze with lights, and red and blue flags were everywhere.

What came into view was a row of luxury cars. There were many people standing on both sides. Most of them were rich kids around 20 years old holding girls. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

It was obvious that a group of dandies were racing here.

Their plate numbers either started with N(stands for national) A or M(stands for military) A, which meant that they were not normal dandies.

At this time, a valuable luxury car slowly drove into the driveway. This was the only one that didn't start with N A or start with M A, but no one would dare to underestimate it.

"It's Master Martinez's car." A woman recognized it.

"No, you should call him Mr. Martinez." The young man next to her reminded her.

As soon as the car stopped, someone came forward and respectfully opened the door.

"Mr. Martinez."

The door was opened and a long leg stepped out.

The man was tall. He was simply wearing a white shirt with the first two buttons unbuttoned to reveal his exquisite and beautiful clavicle. There was a trace of cynicism on his face, but not frivolous at all.

Seeing him coming out, two men in their early twenties who had been leaning against their car also came over.

"Connor, why are you here today?" A young man who had long eyebrows and starry eyes came. He was tall and strong, walking in steady and powerful pace, and he was wearing military boots.

He was a soldier.

"Come and have a look." Conor Martinez answered casually, leaned against his car, lit a cigarette, making smoke rings. He was somehow suddenly upset today. Knowing that they were racing here tonight, he came to have a look.

"Since you're here, why don't you join us?" Another young man in casual clothes also came over. He looked a little younger than Connor. He was quite nice looking and said with a smile, "Mr. Marinez, you rarely come here. You won't leave before having some fun with us, will you?"

There was a hint of provocation in his words.