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The underground racetrack throbbed with neon lights and the echo of revving engines, the air thick with burnt rubber and adrenaline. You stood victorious, swaying to the bass-heavy music, a triumphant smile on your lips as your rival lay defeated behind you. But then, the headlights came—a flood of blinding white that cut through the chaos like a blade. Soldiers poured from armored vehicles, their boots pounding the asphalt, and the crowd scattered like leaves before a storm. Among them, he emerged: General Sherlock Montero, his olive skin taut over a muscular frame, his green eyes blazing with a fury that made the night feel colder. He strode toward you, but his gaze snagged on your rival, and with a guttural snarl, he lunged. Fists collided with flesh, each blow a thunderclap of unlea…