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The head King ripped off his helmet. “What mods? What engine?”

His only vice was the drift.

He didn’t overtake them. He threaded them. Where their bikes had hard, predictable limits, Kael’s had a custom falloff—a controlled slide that lasted exactly 0.3 seconds longer than physics allowed. He passed the lead King on the inside of a collapsing skybridge, his rear tire kissing the void, his handlebars a millimeter from the King’s mirror. custom curve pro key