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His standing in the racing industry was beyond question. Everyone had assumed his inspiration for creating the Nightwing came from a Glacian. No one had expected that it could be a Farshyan woman. Yet the crimson blur dominating the screen left them with nothing but shock. They could only stare at their screens while club managers tried to calculate how to poach her after the race ended. Cason's jaw hung open. He never expected the race to unfold like this. Even Rafael couldn't have maintained such a massive lead over every other driver.

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

Maybe this really was what I needed. I managed a small smile at him and then shifted my gaze to the racing ground. By now the racers had lined up by the edge of the track, each wearing different shirts with different names—obviously representing their clubs. The track stretched out before us like a horizon, filled with deadly obstacles just like the one in Blackmoore and my heart raced just looking at it. To think Jettison had raced here countless times just to raise money to start a company it couldn’t have been easy.

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Insults poured in one after another, and Jasper couldn’t even suppress the smile tugging at his lips. Seeing that I couldn’t say a single word, the organizer snorted and gestured for Jasper to turn off the livestream. I pressed my lips together, still unable to figure out why. As if he could see straight through my thoughts, the organizer added sarcastically, “You’ve read the contract, right? A racer at your level withdrawing midway has to pay a penalty.” I gave him one last cold look, said nothing, and turned to leave. Anyone who could afford racing in the first place was never truly ordinary.

Ryder was walking slowly toward me. "I didn't expect it to really be you. I saw your name on the screen before the race and thought it was someone else with the same name. I'm sorry. I didn't realize you liked me this much." His face was filled with guilt. "You actually learned racing just to match my interests. I know how difficult this sport is. To reach this level, you must have spent a lot on private coaching." I let out a cold laugh. "For you? Absolutely not." Ryder frowned. "No?"

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The door creaked, and Phantom strolled in with his trademark calm, though tonight he wasn’t wearing his pristine white suit. Instead, black clung to his frame, sharp as a blade. His smile was venomous. “Well, well,” Phantom drawled, circling Damon like a predator. “How the mighty have fallen. You’re not looking so sharp, Damon.” Damon lifted his head, spitting blood onto the floor. “Go to hell.” Phantom chuckled. “Oh, we’re already there.” His voice dropped, sharp with menace. “Where’s the flash drive?”

And a few seconds later im crossing the finish line, first, like every other time. ***_*** Five races later I'm still the champ. Sitting on the sidelines watching my competitions last race. I've been hearing that he has won all five his races and if he wins this one he'll be racing me next for the title. On que, the line up starts, there's four cars but one stands out and I'm betting that it is in fact his, got to give it to him though he has a eye for cars, it's a red dodge Challenger SRT Demon. A maximum of 840 horsepower but the demons 0 to 60 and quarter mile times are even more staggering.

I was already sixteen and had my licence so I thought why not give it a shot and participated in the next race with the car the stranger provided me with and won pretty easily. The person who had challenged me turned out to be the one who owned and hosted the races and proposed that I become a participant in the upcoming races. He also promised to give me eighty percent of the money that he profited which was a really attractive offer and the bonus was that he didn’t care or ask about my identity. I didn’t really have any money of my own so I had agreed and pretty soon I became a well known racer by the name of Ace. I never lost a single game and earned quite a lot which I saved in a separat