"So tell me, why did you leave?"
Lerman stared at Lucas, trying to read his thoughts from his expression.
"Why did I leave? I already answered it. The race is over." Lucas nonchalantly replied.
"But you're—"
"Losing?" Lucas chuckled before staring at Lerman in the eyes.
"Losing...it's been a long time since that word has been associated with me. But unfortunately, today isn't the day."
Lerman was confused and prepared to dig deeper, but then, he suddenly felt his communicator vibrate. Someone had sent him a message.
Frowning slightly, Lerman lifted his arm up and clicked on the communicator tied to his wrist. As he read through the message, his eyes widened in shock.
There were only just a few words, but the content was shocking.
/ The clone is winning./
