Meet Sam

The race arena looks crowded as usual. Even though it was still pouring rain, they were all as enthusiastic as ever.

Sam meets some old acquaintances. Most of the people there were friends from college.

"Don't let your guard down, Sam! The roads are slippery!" whispered Handi.

"Safe!" said Sam with a flat intonation.

They were still standing by Sam's car until Mark and his entourage arrived.

Sam immediately lunged at Mark's body as soon as the half-American man got out of his car.

"Where's Jasmine?" asked Sam matter-of-factly.

"Shit! Calm down, Man! He's safe with Jackson!"

"Fuck!"

"Oh come on. You know I'm a fair person. As I promised you, no one will touch him. Unless you lose!"

"Sissy!" Sam cursed right in Mark's face.

"This is boring! Hurry down to the arena and prove who's stronger! Don't spit so much!" one of the men there huffed in annoyance, then pushed Sam and Mark's bodies, separating them both.