John didn't pause for a moment.
The Alloy RCH roared through the city center, without heading towards the finish line a block away, nor receiving any so-called "victory."
This race was completely messed up.
As long as there were contestants unwilling to give up, or those watching the live broadcast received the message, they could easily snatch the illegal race championship.
John didn't care about how the illegal race at Sakura Cross Street would end.
He dodged the downtown crowd and infiltrated the south bank of the river.
The terrain here was flat, chaotic, and rundown.
A large number of idle, abandoned industrial containers were piled up here, modified by vagrants and various crowds, and then abandoned again.
In addition, there was a lot of garbage and wreckage cleared from hovercar crash incidents that would slowly rot here until politicians would finally resolve it.
The buildings along the riverbank were generally low.
