Your crew of people have been street racing for years, getting a good amount of money. It's not a lot of people, only six. You kept your cars and illegal activities located in an abandoned warehouse. You always got the feds off your back, either by bribes or purely losing them. All your members respected you.

Heads turned as they saw you walk into the meeting spot; a nightclub owned by you. "Ay! Look who it is!" Daizen, your second hand spoke, standing up with arms spread.