Chapter 2: Blood on the Asphalt
The night bled neon.
Jakarta's underground buzzed with tension—engines roaring, cigarettes burning, crowds pushing against barriers, hungry for speed and destruction.
Kaze stood by his matte-black GT-R, face unreadable. He wasn't here for glory. He was here for a name.
And she had one.
The crowd parted as Nyx arrived.
She stepped out of her crimson Murciélago, heels clicking like gunshots on the pavement. Her eyes—icy, calculated—met Kaze's for only a second before she smirked.
"Razor said you were fast," she said."He was slow," Kaze replied.
They lined up.
Engines screamed. Lights dropped.
3… 2… 1…
Tires shrieked.
The city blurred—markets, alleys, bridges—flashing past in a deadly rhythm. Kaze kept on her tail, calculating every turn, every opening.
Then he saw it.
A drone.
Hovering above, tracking them.
A second car—unregistered—entering the race.
The voice crackled through his earpiece.
"Blackout team, you have visual. Proceed."
Kaze didn't flinch.
He pressed harder, overtook Nyx on a narrow curve, sparks flying as their cars kissed barriers.
She glanced at him—no surprise. Just...amusement.
She knew.
Seconds later—
BOOM!
A vehicle exploded near the underpass, flames lighting up the night.
Spectators screamed. Cars veered.
But Nyx didn't stop.
She accelerated through the fire.
Kaze followed, heart hammering—not from fear, but realization.
This wasn't a race.This was a setup.And he was the target.
As he cleared the smoke, the road ahead twisted into a tunnel—a checkpoint.
And standing at the mouth of it was a man in a white jacket. His face hidden, but the insignia on his chest unmistakable.
Blacklist Level 5.
The highest-ranked racer.The king everyone thought was dead.
The man raised his hand.
"Welcome to the real race, Kaze."
To be continued...