Mici didn't blink. He slammed the shifter into fifth. The world outside smeared into a frantic, blur of violet and chrome. The bass from the car’s speakers hit a frantic tempo, syncing perfectly with the rhythm of the city's flickering streetlights.
In the heart of the underground racing circuit, sat behind the wheel of a matte-black coupe, the engine humming a low, predatory growl. Beside him, Boro Purvi was scrolling through a decrypted ledger, his face illuminated by the harsh blue light of a modified tablet. Mici didn't blink
"99%... 100%," Boro exhaled as the tablet turned green. "We're out." the engine humming a low