Cesar tore through a narrow alleyway, the wide body of the Caddy missing brick walls by mere inches. He emerged onto the main strip just as a Kawasaki Ninja and a tuned-up Mitsubishi Lancer screeched past. They were fast, but they were frantic. Cesar had the rhythm. He hit the nitrous.
As he crossed the line, the music didn't stop—it drifted into a triumphant loop. He rolled to a stop overlooking the water, the "DUB" emblems on his wheels spinning lazily. In the rearview mirror, the city lights sparkled like diamonds. Cesar tore through a narrow alleyway, the wide
The finish line loomed near the docks. The Lancer tried to squeeze him against a parked semi-truck, but Cesar didn't flinch. He used the Weight move, slamming his massive frame into the smaller car and sending it spinning into a heap of cardboard crates. Cesar had the rhythm