Bryokun tilted his head, smirking wider. "Heh. You gotta be joking. You do know where you are, right? I run these streets. You've never raced here... you wouldn't last a damn lap."
But Morrin didn't flinch. "Then let's find out."
Bryokun chuckled, stepping closer. "Perfect. A chance to show everyone that you're just the strongest on paper." He turned to the crowd. "Five hundred contract points to the winner."
"Deal," Morrin shot back before Renny could even react.
Renny's eyes widened. Five hundred? How much did Morrin even have? Was he really that reckless or just running on pure adrenaline?
Bryokun smirked wider. "I don't see your ride, champ. Or are we racing imagination today?"
Morrin spat again, his eyes twitching with irritation. "I...it's coming. I just wanted to secure the bet first. You... you got cars on the track anyway. We'll wait."
Bryokun folded his arms. "Fine. Bring your toy back here. We'll lock in the slot and see if your mouth runs faster than your wheels."
