Unmasking Mrs. Newton's Secret Identities novel Chapter 1843

"Just wait until today's match is over. I'll make sure to get my revenge," Hugo thought to himself.

"Thanks," Taylor said, expressing his gratitude in Cholonese. He then followed the staff to find a suitable spot.

Half an hour later, Hugo's match began.

A crowd soon gathered around him, all eyes fixed on the computer screen, their expressions tightening with each passing moment.

Although Death Race was created by Morgians, Hugo had claimed the title of top player since he first joined. His lavish spending only enhanced his reputation.

Despite some patrons harboring prejudices against Cholonese people, they couldn't deny the respect his skill commanded.

In the past two weeks, a player named "Driving Legend of Grand Cathay" had emerged. After registering, he swiftly climbed the ranks, winning 32 consecutive matches without a single loss.

Among the top five players, Hugo had remained the only unbeaten one—mainly because he had been recovering from an injury.

This time, Hugo was here to settle the score. It was a battle of honor, and he was determined to teach this new challenger a lesson.

But from the very start, Hugo found himself outpaced by his opponent. He had no chance to catch up, and within five minutes, he lost the match.

"This is impossible!" Hugo shouted, unable to believe the strength of his opponent. "With my skills, there's no way I should be this far behind! This guy must be cheating!"

At that moment, a voice called out from behind him, "We found the Driving Legend of Grand Cathay's ID! He's close, less than 50 meters away!"

"Are you serious? This entire arcade is over 50 meters—who else could be here besides us?"

Just as the words left his mouth, Hugo froze, realizing there was someone else. He slowly turned his head, his expression darkening as he focused on the machine nearby.

In that instant, Taylor stood up. He casually slipped his hands into his pockets, his posture radiating arrogance.

The comment was a thinly veiled jab, suggesting that Hugo was like a turtle hiding in its shell.

Hugo's face turned red with anger, but he was helpless to do anything. He could only watch in frustration as Taylor turned and walked away.

As Taylor moved through the room, the local men who had once dismissed him stepped aside without hesitation.

When he passed by the table next to Hugo, his gaze fell on a helmet resting there.

In an instant, Taylor recognized it—it was Abigail's helmet. He had worn it countless times before, and there was no mistaking it.

He froze, then walked over and picked up the helmet. Turning it over, he noticed Abigail's initials subtly engraved on the side.

"Can someone explain why this helmet is here?"