Regression - Second Chance At Life Chapter 296: Plan

A staggering 375 million dollars tempts Adam far too strongly to dismiss.

Though joining Renee’s scheme might endanger him, the payout dazzles him beyond refusal.

Hasn’t he always dreamed of such scenes from films, picturing himself pulling off the wild feats of those protagonists—yet those are mere movies, and ordinary folks can’t match cinematic heroes.

Adam stands apart, though. His essence and form possess magic, enabling feats beyond the norm and crushing obstacles with his innate talents.

That’s precisely why he’s chased pursuits like martial arts, firearms handling, music, and more—to rise as a remarkable individual.

Perhaps launching into the exceptional begins with dominating these underground races and raking in massive winnings. It appears the quickest path to multi-millionaire status in elite circles.

Adam glances back at Renee, who waits patiently for his decision.

He could deliberate longer and sort everything out, yet inwardly, his choice is set—and Renee was spot on.

"Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll race for you," Adam declares.

Renee, maintaining her casual stance throughout, now sits upright, her eyes gleaming as she locks gazes with Adam.

"Great!!!" she exclaims, leaping up, seizing Adam’s hand in thrill, and pumping it wildly.

"Calm down, I’ve got tons of questions," Adam urges, trying to settle her enthusiasm.

At his words, Renee settles back down, her face beaming with joy this time. After all, Adam has committed.

Despite her assurance that he’d partner with her, lingering uncertainties nagged—like if fear would make him back out right away. That’s why she prodded him earlier, testing his nerve.

"Ask away, like I said. I’ve got endless time," Renee offers.

Adam nods. "Okay, when do the races kick off?" he inquires.

"Oh, they’ve already begun. Events happen nearly every weekend for the past month," Renee explains.

Adam’s eyebrows shoot up; he hadn’t anticipated the races were underway.

"And you approach me now?" he questions.

"Well, we didn’t know the start date beforehand. It took multiple reports before confirming they’re on," Renee replies.

"If they’ve started, am I too late to join?" Adam probes.

"No, it’s not critical yet. These are just qualifying rounds. With open entry, organizers need time to select drivers for the key events," Renee clarifies.

"How do they pick the racers?" Adam asks.

"A driver must finish top 3 in four separate races scattered citywide. Success earns an invite to the main events." Renee details.

"I see... What’s the payout for topping these qualifiers?" Adam asks.

"Zero—the organizers skip prizes there. It’s a showdown for a shot at the big leagues. Real cash flows in the main races," Renee states.

"How many main races?" Adam asks.

"Seven total. Each eliminates half the field, advancing the rest until four finalists clash," Renee responds.

"How’s the prize split?" Adam asks.

"Winner takes all. Claim a race, claim a slice of the pot. No rewards for second or third. Pots grow per round. Sweep all seven, pocket 375 million dollars," Renee elaborates.

Adam hisses a sharp breath at the revelation. Conquering every race for the haul? A daunting trial, yet pressure yields to surging thrill—he craves lofty odds for that triumphant rush upon total victory.

"When’s the next one?" Adam asks.

"Tomorrow midnight, 1 PM, Starlink Drive," Renee says.

"What about vehicles? Any power caps?" Adam asks. His ride’s quick, but on tracks with endless straights in urban outlaw racing, he doubts it’ll outpace speed beasts without upgrades.

"Sadly, no limits. It’s street racing—anything goes." Renee confirms.

"Listen, while I trust my car completely, it isn’t quick enough to let me claim any victories. I require something speedier than my current ride," Adam declares.

"I’d love to assist you there. We’ve seized some incredibly fast vehicles, but handing one over isn’t possible. It might draw unwanted attention," Renee replies, starting to brainstorm ways to aid Adam with his vehicle issue.

This hadn’t even crossed her mind before; truthfully, her knowledge of cars is quite limited. She’d assumed Adam’s existing one would suffice.

While pondering his vehicle dilemma, Adam recalls a particular person.

"I believe I can secure one on my own, though success isn’t guaranteed," Adam states.

Renee raises her gaze toward him. "Go for it, but let me know if you fail before the race starts. I’ll use my connections to obtain one if your approach falls through," Renee responds.

Adam nods. ’Good, she’s at least willing to make an effort,’ he muses inwardly.

"One final question: how exactly will this play out?" Adam inquires. "In what way does my race victory assist you in capturing the target?" Adam presses.

"It’s straightforward. The four race finalists will receive invites to a private party hosted by the organizers at a hidden spot. Once we pinpoint that location, our team handles the rest. Your role is simply to reach the final four and reveal their secret venue to us," Renee outlines.

"That means eleven races—what will you be doing in the meantime?" Adam questions.

"Nothing at all. Throughout this entire time, you and I will connect only once, on Saturday, when I’ll join you to check if you can truly take the win. Should you succeed, we proceed as planned. After that, I sever all contact. No conversations, no meetings, no private messages. Our next interaction happens on party day," Renee explains firmly. Evidently, she aims to eliminate any links that could tie Adam to their operation.

"And should I fail?" Adam asks, intrigued by Renee’s contingency measures.

"In that case, I’ll line up a replacement for you," Renee states bluntly.

Adam remains quiet, absorbing her words. He’d anticipated such a reply, yet the notion of being swapped out irks him. After all, he knows he’s unmatched—not from arrogance, but due to his exceptional physical abilities.

"Alright, we’ve got a deal then. I’ll update you once I’ve got the car," Adam says, rising to his feet.

Renee stands as well, and they clasp hands, locking eyes intently.

"I’ll head out now. Pleasure doing business with you~" Renee remarks with a grin.

"We’ll find out shortly whether it’s a smart investment or a total bust," Adam retorts.

Renee stays silent, merely smirking as she withdraws her hand and departs.

Adam escorts her to the door and sees her off.

"Drive safely," he calls, observing her enter the cruiser and speed off.

As her vehicle vanishes around the bend, Adam shuts the door and heads back inside.

He gazes at the vacant living room with a distant expression, deep in thought.

’A few paths exist to acquire a supercar... Margarette could surely source a rapid one... Yet involving her in this mess isn’t wise...

Or Danny Coronant—that recent acquaintance of mine, whose ride is definitely potent enough to dominate the races. The issue: will he lend it for competing?’ Adam contemplates.

Reflecting on Danny’s seemingly meek nature, Adam resolves to give it a shot.

He pulls out his phone and searches for Danny’s contact. He’s relieved Danny insisted on swapping numbers.

There it is.

Without delay, he dials Danny.

It rings briefly before being picked up.

"Hello?" A recognizable voice greets him.

"Hey, Danny, Adam here," Adam replies.

"Adam! Damn, man, I figured you’d ghost me forever. What’s up? Scored any fresh ladies lately?" Danny blurts out.

Adam pauses, startled by Danny’s brash directness. From a lifelong buddy, it’d be normal, but they’ve only known each other weeks and met once. Already, Danny chats like old pals.

"Why don’t I fill you in face-to-face," Adam suggests, brushing it aside to push forward—he needs Danny’s help now.

"Perfect! I’ve got nothing going on, so swing by my mansion? Sending the address now!" Danny exclaims, and moments later, Adam’s phone vibrates.

Adam glances and sees Danny’s message with his precise location.

"I’ll arrive in under an hour." Adam confirms.

"Awesome! Can’t wait!" Danny replies, brimming with enthusiasm.