{The night was alive with roaring engines}Veyron - Phantom Veyron - gripped the handles of his Ducati, eyes locked on the neon-lit highway ahead. The Seoul skyline blurred as he weaved through traffic, his bike a black ghost against the city's lights. Behind him, rivals fought to keep up, but he was already gone. Tonight, like every night, he rode on the edge of death-because that was the only place he felt alive.
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