Winston turned his face and said to Hunter: "Go and find him. You have a lot of words in your arms. If you don't spit it out for that person, you will not be able to end this game perfectly."

"Thank you." Hunter didn't expect Winston to say that.

This time, Winston did not accompany Hunter, but asked Hunter to go to Irving's room by himself.

When he knocked on the door, Irving's familiar voice rang out.

"Is it a beauty? It's not a beauty who doesn't open the door."

"I'm not a beauty, but I'm your fan."

After two seconds of quietness, Owen opened the door and saw Hunter standing at the door with his pocket in his arms.

"Yeah, it's you."

"Yes, it's me."

Hunter walked in, and Irving took out the mineral water from the mini refrigerator and threw it to Hunter.

"Why did you suddenly come to me?" Irving asked with a smile leaning against the windowsill.

This man has hardly changed compared to when he first saw him racing more than ten years ago.

But if you look closely, you will find that he has actually changed a lot.

His eyes covered his persistence in winning and losing, and he was a little detached.

"I'll confess my love to you."

As soon as Hunter finished speaking, Owen coughed violently.

"You...you have no problem with your brain? Or are you going to take revenge on me? Aren't you good with Winston now?" Owen shook his hand immediately.

"I'm afraid that if I don't say it, there is no need to tell you again in the future."

"What?"

"Do you know why I know that every time you help me, you must have the purpose of playing tricks and watching a good show, but I still choose to believe you every time?"

Hunter looked at Owen with a serious expression.

"Oh, what is it?"

"I was only seven years old when I first learned about Formula 1. At that time, you and Shire were still playing for the Lotus team. You two worked together to make the Lotus team the championship of that year."

"Thank you for reminding me that you were only seven years old that year. You were almost sixteen when I was older." Owen said with a smile.

"I have posters of you and Shire hanging in my room," Hunter said.

The smile on Irving's face gradually disappeared, and he also looked at Hunter solemnly.

"……Thanks."

"My wish at that time was to one day compete with you and appreciate your superb skills. This is a fusion of time and experience. No one can easily break the era you created. I can't do it, nor can Winston do it. We can surpass your achievements, but we can never surpass what you create."

"Hunt..."

"Do you know how happy I was when I got my F1 license? Because you and Shire are still on the track! God knows how hard I tried for the first three races. Although the harder I worked, the more funny the results I got, but... I want you and Shire to know that there was a kid chasing you behind you for more than ten years."

Irving looked at Hunter with a surprised expression in his eyes.

"Irving, we will eventually be surpassed. In the past, even when we were fifty, there were people who continued to be Formula One drivers. But with the innovation of technology, concentration and physical strength became the boundaries, but you also know in your heart that you have not reached the limit yet..."

"I'm just tired, Hunter. I've been running on the track for more than ten years, which is almost the most important year in my life. Apart from the buzzing sound of the track and the engine, I suddenly realized... I'm not sure what my goal is."

Irving walked over and patted Hunter on the shoulder.

"But are you willing? You are willing to abandon the era created by you and Charles like this. Are you sure anyone can take over your era?" Hunter looked at Irving, and there was a powerful force in his eyes that made Irving's already tired heart suddenly ignite at that moment.

"Are you afraid of being surpassed? Do you think Winston and I are scary, so you have to walk off the altar by yourself before falling?" Hunter asked.

"Why are you so annoying?" Owen said helplessly.

"I'm not likable at first. It's because I hate you that you want to teach me a lesson, right? And the only place you can teach me is the track! Once you leave here, I can always laugh at you forever without fighting for the next ten years." Hunter turned his face and looked at Irving, "I'm still very young at the age of thirty-six."

"Well, Hunter, how about we make a bet?"

Irving looked at Hunter with a slight smile.

"What bet?"

"In this last game, if you can surpass me, surpass Shire, and win the championship above Winston, I will continue to play next year until you defeat Shire and me in the standings and let us leave the field and hand it over to you." Irving raised his hand and made Hunter's neckline tilt to the side. "There is no trap for the bet this time, only win or lose."

"Okay." Hunter replied.

There was no hesitation in his voice, so firm that Irving doubted whether he had won the championship at this stop.

"Now, you can go back. And I want to accumulate my energy and must not be taken down by you. I am very eager for retirement."

Owen replied with a smile.

"You wait!" Hunter made a neck wiping action.

When Hunter left Irving's room, Irving raised his voice and said, "Don't let Winston know that you confess to me. I'm afraid he will kill me."

Hunter gave him a middle finger.

As soon as he went out, he ran into Charles.

"Hey, little devil! Walk and look at people!"

"I understand!" Hunter walked towards the elevator without looking back.

"What's wrong with this little devil?" Charles looked at Irving and said.

"He posted a war letter to me."

"Oh, is it because you told Mr. Cacho that you were interested in retreating?" Charles opened Owen's mini refrigerator and took a bottle of orange juice.

"yes."

"Irving, do you remember once we had a drink together and agreed to retire together?" Charles asked with his head down.

"Remember. Because we were issued an F1 license on the same day of the same year, the same month, and we also joined Lotus on the same day."

"So when I read your interview with Mr. Cacho, I always wanted to ask you a question."

“What’s the problem?”

"Did I get bored of you? We have been an opponent for more than ten years, and you are exhausted and are enemies of me?" Charles still looked at the orange juice in his hand.

"How could I say that all of a sudden?"

"You know my marriage failed. I have two children, but they can hardly remember what I look like. I am arrogant and have no friends. If I leave Formula One day, I will definitely be lonely. I always thought that you are my lifelong opponent and the only person in the world who knows me." Shire replied.

"I am still your life's opponent and the person who knows you the best in this world. Charles, being an enemy of you, is the greatest glory of my life."

Charles' fingertips trembled and looked at Owen.

"So, our era is about to come to an end, and we must let the person who succeed us remember us forever."

Owen said.

"Of course." Charles pulled up the corners of his lips, and his eyes were filled with a boiling fighting spirit.

Hunter suddenly didn't want to go back to his room at all. The four walls would make him feel depressed. Something was surging in his mind. If he didn't use up all his strength, he wouldn't be able to truly have peace.

He touched a pack of cigarettes, came to the street light outside the hotel, leaning against the lamp post, and lit a cigarette.

Someone came to him, and his nose was filled with the familiar smell of aftershave and men's shower fluid.

Hunter turned his face and looked at the other person with a smile.

"When I'm very free, you will appear. When I'm unhappy, you will also appear. Now when I'm a little lonely, you will appear again."

"So, have you agreed with Irving?"

"Well. Irving and Shire represent an era of Formula One. So what do you think is the best way to respect this era?"

"Bare them." Winston replied.

"I just like you." Hunter continued to squint his eyes and smiled, "I will do my best in this game. Don't be defeated by me easily, Vanne Winston."

"Don't be too proud." Winston smiled indifferently.

The Albert Park Raceway belongs to the street track and does not have too many 90-degree corners, so the layout of the entire track is quite smooth. The center of the track is a beautiful lake.

Before the free practice race, the team held a technical meeting.

Hunter listened carefully to all the technical suggestions and track analysis. The engineer team led by Chen Chuan completed the debugging of the car based on the characteristics of this race track.

The author has something to say: Salted egg time:

Hunter: I'm thirsty!

Winston: I poured so much into you yesterday, but I’m still thirsty?

Hunter:...I'm hungry...

Winston: I still have it, do you want it?
Chapter completed!