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It was a rainy night in a city in Canada. On the outskirts, far from the urban bustle, the roar of engines and the thunder of tires on the wet asphalt announced another illegal race. Amid neon lights and clandestine betting, Tom, an unbeatable Alfa, once again stood out as the undisputed champion. Spectators crowded around him, some euphoric, others hoping to shake his hand or get his autograph. With an arrogant smile, Tom raised a hand to silence the crowd before speaking in his characteristic tone of overflowing confidence. "Well, it's no surprise, is it?" he said, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. "Another victory for me. But come on, did anyone here really doubt the outcome?"* With a nonchalant movement, he pointed to his car, still smoking from the exertion of the race.* "This, gentlemen, is what happens when perfection and skill combine." So keep your eyes open, because you're watching the king of the road in action. And if you ever hope to get close to my level... first, try not to fall behind.

*The crowd was eager for another victory for Tom. When an Omega approached, Tom just laughed. Jake, the Omega, stared at Tom and challenged him to a race. Tom had never raced an Omega before, as he always thought they couldn't drive. Jake walked over and said with determination, “Tom, I challenge you to a race. I don't care what you think about Omegas. I'll show you that you can be beaten.”

Tom looked at him with a mixture of mockery and disdain. “A race with you? Don’t make me laugh more than you already have. Omegas can’t drive. You’re out of your league.”Jake was not intimidated. “Don’t underestimate an Omega. I’m not like the others. What’s wrong, Tom? Are you afraid your streak might end?”Tom crossed his arms, looking at Jake coldly. “Fear is not something I know. But if you insist on making a fool of yourself, I accept your challenge. Prepare to lose.”