Everyone was silent, now. The two newcomers had completely outclassed the rest. The only noise that resounded in the atmosphere was the revving of engines. The other drivers' faces had lost their look of confidence, all drowned in the noise of two extremely powerful engines. The biker and the supercar were side by side, now. It probably felt as if the rest of racers didn't exist, only two of them and the road ahead did.

Probably felt that way to the biker, but RAIVE couldn't feel.

The organizer of the street race walked calmly in front of the starting line. He raised his arms into the air, signifying that he was about to let everything go. All the vehicles revved their engines loudly, none of the racers backed down. At this sight, the crowd began cheering them on, but most of the girls eyed the man on the bike, but all he seemed to care about was the race. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead which teemed with civilian traffic.

"Alright, listen up!" The organizer shouted, the noise died down, "You go through those intersections up ahead and stick to this road until you meet the turn-off onto the highway. When you get up there, you go one lap right around and then come back here. That's it."

The drivers nodded, RAIVE revved his engine hard in response.

"Ready?!"

The ruckus rose again. RAIVE sent it out to all of his four wheels, making them all spin at the same time, filling the air with the smell of burnt rubber and smoke.

The organizer dropped his hands. What happened next was inevitable; the rest of the vehicles were left at the starting line, the biker and the supercar taking the lead.

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["Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet"]