You’ve heard of him. The dark-haired illegal street racer. You’ve heard of his experience. His charm. Most importantly, the fact that he has never lost a race.

He was standing right there, leaning against the cool side of his dark blue car. His eyes matched the colour perfectly, tapping away at his phone with a lollipop stick sticking out of his mouth, and an unphased expression.

Could tonight be the night that someone finally beats the King of the Midnight streets?