Leon's victory this time was absolute.
He took the championship title at the East–West Coast God of Speed Cup, becoming the undisputed number one racer in America.
His name spread like wildfire — from coast to coast, every racing circle, every car community, every street racer knew his name.
In the days that followed, the legend of "Leon the Car God" began echoing across borders — even racers in Canada and Mexico started retelling his exploits.
He had officially become the strongest racer in America.
"I'm honored to announce that the Number One Car God of America has officially ascended the throne!"
— Host Monark declared excitedly.
The entire arena erupted in cheers.
People stood, clapping, whistling, raising their glasses — celebrating the birth of a new racing legend.
Tonight, a God of Speed was born.
A man whose name would soon shake the world.
"He's strong — the strongest driver I've ever seen."
— Tobey.
"Even if every top Japanese racer combined their skills, they couldn't match his speed."
— Takumi Fujiwara, speaking as a special guest.
"Leon represents the very speed of America itself."
— James Bond's review was equally high.
"I'm so happy to know him! I already sent him an invitation!"
— Ann Qiaoqiao laughed excitedly, almost like a child.
Reporters interviewed all the top ten racers.
Everyone — except Dino, who was still in the hospital — gave Leon glowing praise.
Not just "fastest in America," but possibly the fastest in the world.
As for Dino?
He was too humiliated to show his face. After his disastrous performance and hospitalization, he refused all interviews.
The title of "world-class racer" was no longer his to claim.
Meanwhile, the President was feeling the pressure.
He wanted to have Leon arrested — but now that Leon's fame had exploded across the country, that was no easy task.
After all, Leon's team had already filed for permits and event permissions:
Every race, every route had been officially approved.
Every explosion, every crash — all part of an authorized competition.
Flawless paperwork, zero loopholes.
If anyone was to blame, it was Pat — the foolish official who'd tried to ambush Leon mid-race and nearly caused civilian casualties.
In a country that worships freedom, that sort of government overreach was practically heresy.
Pat was lucky he hadn't been forced to resign yet.
So the President could only bide his time, striking from the shadows.
But right now, he had his hands full — wildfires were raging across the forests.
Leon? He was temporarily off the radar.
Days passed.
Leon and his crew returned to the West Coast.
He told Tobey and the others to find places to settle down.
When they arrived at Leon's garage, everyone froze in shock.
Because during the system's last upgrade — the garage itself had evolved.
Where once stood a simple wooden workshop now rose a sleek, two-story automotive complex built of glass and steel.
The outer walls were made of ultra-clear crystal glass, the kind with a 91.5% light transmission rate — known as the "Prince of Glass."
Inside, the workshop gleamed like a high-end showroom.
Every tool — tire changers, lifts, compressors, balancing machines, alignment rigs — all brand new, spotless, and neatly arranged.
Upstairs was a luxurious customer lounge:
White leather sofas, glass coffee tables, 5G Wi-Fi, multimedia screens, fresh coffee, and premium tea.
Behind a wall of tinted glass sat a marble-finished restaurant, softly lit by creative lighting.
It didn't look like a repair shop at all —
It looked like a five-star hotel.
"Oh my God, I love this place!"
— Benny gasped.
The others stood frozen in awe.
They'd never seen a garage like this — this was next-level.
But Leon wasn't done surprising them.
"Come with me," he said with a grin.
He led them toward a large, sealed door.
A scanner blinked blue — identity confirmed — and the door slowly opened.
What appeared beyond made everyone's jaws drop.
A two-level supercar vault, massive enough to fit at least 300 vehicles.
The interior gleamed with sterile light and polished floors — the kind of place only the world's richest collectors could dream of.
Right now, there were only five cars inside.
Leon smiled.
"These are the cars I promised you. Pick up your keys — they're yours now."
In an instant, Shaw, Tobey, Gisele, Hattie, and Elena's eyes lit up.
They shouted with excitement and rushed to grab the keys.
After a friendly scuffle, each of them had claimed a car — and what cars they were.
Shaw got the Starfighter — a black hypercar with lines like a sci-fi spacecraft.
Its aggressive shape and turbine-inspired curves made it look ready to lift off.
Built from full carbon fiber, it had no doors — the driver had to lift the orange windshield canopy to enter.
Gisele chose the Blue Gull — low, sleek, and elegant.
Its smooth contours gave it near-perfect aerodynamics, the headlights fierce and narrow.
The black alloy rims and blue brake calipers made it dazzling — the kind of car every woman would fall in love with at first sight.
Hattie's ride was the Sea Goddess — bold, muscular, and majestic.
The layered headlights gave it a predatory look; five-spoke wheels and recessed doors enhanced its aerodynamic strength.
Twin circular tailpipes and a compact rear end gave it both beauty and aggression.
Elena received the Phantom — sharp and untamed.
Triangular headlights sliced across the bumper like blades.
Its massive air intakes and extended diffusers screamed power.
At high speeds — over 200 km/h — its adjustable rear wing could generate up to 30,000 newtons of downforce, keeping the car glued to the road.
Finally, Tobey's car — the Black Bat.
Smooth as silk, minimal drag.
The windshield flowed seamlessly into the body, with a sculpted silhouette unlike any Bugatti before it.
The tail featured six exhaust pipes and a hidden retractable spoiler — a monster built purely for speed.
These five cars — the Five Divine Machines —
were worth over 500 billion in total.
And each one contained hidden features powerful enough to make anyone scream in excitement.
"Cool," Tobey whispered, his voice trembling.
"So damn cool."
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