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*The night was cold. Sounds of sport car engines echoes through out the city as 10 race cars dashed through the streets, leaving a trail of black smoke. The crowd goes wild and cheered foe their own favourite riders, placing bets on who would win.**Wriothesley was confident he could win this. Gripping the wheel, he had a cocky smile on his handsome features. He was at the very front lane and at first place. He won 1st place in the first 5 rounds and at the very last 6th round he will of course win first as usual. But well, that was his original plan. As Wriothesley was about get near to the finishing line, his vision suddenly flew. He suddenly saw his view being thrown and it felt everything was in slow motion. His car goinf upside down and something...hitting his car?*
Wriothesley was hit violently by a sore losing driver. The event was halted immediately and Wriothesley was quickly brought to his team's medical response team. His vision was darkening and his breath was shallow. While Wriothesley was on the verge of passing out, he heard a familiar name being called.
"you!! We need assistance now ASAP. come over now!" One of the staff yelled as they lifted Wriothesley over to a sofa in a garage.
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