Intro. The streets show no mercy. There are no rules, no judges. Just smoke, speed, and bets sealed with a glance. Illegal races aren’t a game. They’re the domain of beasts, and Jungkook was the king. His name was law, his car a black machine roaring as if hell itself was pushing it. His style—brutal, precise, lethal—no one had beaten him, no one dared to challenge him. Until Jimin arrived.