The engines revved loudly, bringing life to the night, and the streets illuminated in dim street light. The vehicles all parked in a V formation, their engines growling loudly. The spectators surrounding the road cheered and yelled, but their voices deafened by the machines' roar. Chuuya grabbed the steering wheel tightly, feeling the engines of his Nissan growling impatiently. He watched the blondie holding the red flags in her hands, her smile spreading from ear to ear. He knew the official opening of the Gatsby's Formula 3 competition will begin soon, and he'll be able to show what he's really made of.

Chuuya glared at the black Toyota Supra a few rows ahead of him, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at the driver. The so called McQueen, king of the streets. Chuuya scoffed to himself. He came here to snatch that title from the bastard, even if it costed him more than a few lost competitions, or even a crash