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... , and McLaren's Duchuny is not even an opponent.
Donald clenched the steering wheel and accelerated away from the rear.
"Van Winston, I see where you can go this time!"
Donald gritted his teeth.
But after five laps, Winston was like an arrow off the string, constantly reducing the distance between him and Donald, and then making a sharper turn than most people, quickly closing the line, in one go, surpassing Donald.
Donald's back sweating: Damn it! Ferrari perf ...
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