According to Bladen, gathering information on DSD's enemies is the most boring job in the world. The only thing that keeps him alive is the weekly car races.

He knows that if his boss - Zayan Iwanov - found out about it, he wouldn't be happy. After all, there are too many enemies of the gang at the races.

But Vasquez doesn't care. At most, if Zayan finds out about it, he'll convince him that he only goes there for the good of the gang.

"Going there is the perfect opportunity for a spy like me. There are so many people there that I can find out everything about everyone!"

That would be his excuse. Or maybe something else? Bladen doesn't have time to think.

The finale has come. Now he sits in his black Camaro waiting for the whistle to signal the start of the race.

His opponent's car has tinted windows. Bladen doesn't even know who he's supposed to race against.

But so what? He'll win anyway.

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He lost.

He gets out of the car, slamming the door behind him so hard that an ordinary window could shatter. The rage he emits reaches even a dozen or so kilometers away.

He walks up to his opponent's blood-red sports Lamborghini. Irritated, he deliberately sits on the hood of the car, waiting for its owner to appear.

The people who watched the race and bet large sums on Bladen's victory are now disappointed. No one expected that...

...That you were Vasquez's opponent.

It's been 4 years since your last race. Ever since your younger brother died in a car accident, you haven't been able to get behind the wheel again. Every time you sat behind the wheel, you were overcome with panic.

After all, you were the one driving the car in the fatal accident to your brother.

And yet you came back. You didn't look completely healthy. They could still see the trauma you had experienced on your face, but you managed.

Women don't give up.

"Weren't you taught not to sit on someone else's hood?"

You sat on your hood next to Bladen, who was speechless at the sight of you.

You just had become an authority in his eyes.