Where in a famous drag racer, commonly known by his alias ❛❛Xhoe❞ made his last grand show by enticing a one in a million heist of stealing Jungsu Kim's restored living legend. The multi-billionare owner of the 1967 Ford Fairlane, driven by Mario An...
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Seven minutes and twenty-five. The scratching sound and swerves of the expensive, run down, cars illicit a cheer from the crowd.
It was way past midnight yet the blast of the confetti and bright street lamps brought light to the abandoned building. Engines blaring at the familiar honk of sports wheezed the shit out of the stoned bystanders.
Everyone practically screamed when the main star of the show finally arrived: undefeated Xhoe from the north, made a tight screech from his worn out wheels. Behind a crystal clear ink plated helmet, he went down his 'Bambino'─ his beloved jet black Lamborghini Turucan Tuned. Model 2022. A fucking beast.
Behind him was Tiro. Another drag racer who challenged Xhoe out of a whim, now losing five thousand bucks and his fucked Camaro: also earned the jeers of the heated crowd. Tight pants, arrogance, a wiener. Personification of pathetic.
Tiro approached Xhoe, as the crowd of bustling women around the dark cladded lad swarmed off, as if swatted. Xhoe still hasn't removed his head gear when Tiro shoved a clean 10 grand to his chest as silent acknowledgement of defeat, he did add a ton, but no one gives a shit. All the maniacs here are only on for the sole purpose of fun, so Instead the mock─fest begins.
"Tiro's my bitch now!" O.de, son of a corrupt governor that serves as host of these annual drag fests, proclaimed. Leaning by a car girl that's also his tonight's lay.
"Suck my dick Tiro!" Another one jeered.
"Fuck off, he's mine! Hey Tiro, say can I fuck your bitch?" countless followed, accompanied by the thick swarm of heavy snickers and wheezes.
O.de also joined the crowd's overwhelming laughter, his name is quite popular. But even Xhoe agrees that O.de's screen name is chunked as hell. Sounds like a pussy hiding behind his big daddy,
Xhoe paid the party no mind and instead started to count his band that Tiro practically sprawled at him. Xhoe's business runs by straight means, he wouldn't appreciate getting leached on but the few extra is highly noted. With the headpiece removed Tiro directly stared straight at Xhoe's impressive gum─smile. Impossibly, it made Tiro scowl more.
"No hard feelings man," Xhoe began in a fairly good mood; ten grand's definitely the cost and cause. "Eating my ashes proved to be a legacy." prick.
"Fuck you." Tiro finally decided to leave the field as he couldn't stand Xhoe's nor the people's bullshit. They've always been fickle, the winner showers the glory and the loser can fuck himself.
"My name is Lee Jooyeon, let's ride again in the future." Xhoe's voice could only be heard by the earshot but Tiro processed the words as if it was yelled right by the shell of his ears. Tiro's steps halted and his eyes grew wide.
In decades of this anonymous drag racing everyone has never revealed a spec of their names to seperate their lives from this annual one night debauchery. The only reason they knew that O.de was the son of a governor was because of passing rumors around the host. Well people talk, more over if you're sponsoring maniacal drag fests.
