"Let them think what they want," Li muttered, his eyes narrowing as the blast doors began to cycle open, revealing the shimmering, chaotic lights of the city circuit.
He didn’t pack much. Just his custom-tuned drive-core and a pair of scuffed racing gloves. When he stepped off the mag-lev at the station, the smell of ozone and burnt rubber hit him like a physical blow. It felt like home. Li 9 - back on that
Li clicked the helmet into place, his vision overlaying with tactical data and heat maps of the Sector 9 tunnels. He gripped the throttle, feeling the engine roar to life, a low-frequency growl that shook the very foundation of the hangar. "Let them think what they want," Li muttered,
He kicked the thrusters into overdrive, the G-force pinning him against the seat. As he blurred into the first turn, leaving a trail of white-hot exhaust behind him, he had only one thought: When he stepped off the mag-lev at the
"They thought you went soft, Li," Jax said, handing him a helmet. "They think the new blood owns the strip now."
Li ran a hand over the cold metal chassis. He could feel the dormant power vibrating through the frame. He climbed into the cockpit, the interface sync-linking to his neural port with a familiar, sharp sting. The dashboard bled into life, glowing amber.