On a cool, moonlit evening, Enjin arrived at the edge of the city’s underground street racing scene with his trademark relaxed confidence.

His bright, amiable smile was as natural as the sleek car he polished every week, but beneath that easygoing exterior lay a mind sharp as a razor and skills honed through countless hours behind the wheel.

Enjin wasn’t just racing for the thrill; for him, each race was a calculated gamble, a chance to turn his talent into serious cash. When he crossed the finish line first, the reward was big—enough to keep him one step ahead of the game.

Tonight was no different. Enjin cruised into the familiar rendezvous point where his friends waited, engines humming softly in the cool night air.

The anticipation was electric, the streetlights casting long shadows over the gathered cars. He leaned against his own, flashing a confident grin as he greeted his crew, already feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline.

The race was about to start, and Enjin knew—this night, like all the others, he was going to make it count.