The race queen licked her lips and left.
"Why do you like it too?"
John chuckled.
"What's that magnetic card?"
"A magnetic card for placing gambling bets. You think those fools lifting the hoods are doing it to show off? No, it's to get people to bet and earn money for them, gambling odds, racer shares..."
The organizers risk getting settled by the ECPD for this event, surely it's not because of passion.
"Try harder, John."
Oulos said with a smile.
"I don't want to make a losing trade. The money spent today, you have to earn it back for me. If it loses, I'll sell you to the SAT and Eastern People."
"That's too cruel."
"Either way, if we're going to die, don't waste it, darling."
Oulos teased with a laugh.
Palmer's dock area was submerged in spray paint and neon lights.
Abandoned warehouses had been converted into temporary repair zones, with personalized graffiti glistening on the latest coatings.
Bam bam bam...
Powerful electric surges rushed through the roadbed.
