Chapter #1: First Race

At night time of The streets of Vale City, Jaune Arc had great experience of driving Muscle Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 Blue avoiding traffic drifting many sharp corners. 

Jaune: hahah!! I guess driving this car it makes me feel so free! 

Racer gangster with a cool sports car drive up against Jaune Arc driving inside of Muscle Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 Blue bumped his cool sports car against his muscle Ford blue car. 

Jaune: Hey yo what the fuck was that for!?

Racer gangster: I can't tell what is more pathetic you or that. Sorry excuse of a car!!

Jaune: Well, aren't those fighting words coming from your fucking mouth!!

The tension in the air thickened as Jaune Wheeler Arc glared at the racer in the flashy sports car. He recognized the type; a typical street thug trying to assert dominance. The headlights of the other car illuminated his own Mustang, casting a blue glow that felt like a beacon of challenge.

Jaune: (gritting his teeth) You want to find out who's pathetic? Let's settle this on the track!

Racer Gangster: (smirking) You think your old Mustang can keep up with me? This is a real car, not some junkyard relic!

With a confident shrug, Jaune revved the Mustang's engine, the deep growl echoing off the walls of the city. He could feel the power beneath him, a connection that made the world around him fade away. This was what he was meant to do—race, prove himself, and carve his own path.

Jaune: (determined) Let's race, then! Winner takes bragging rights!

The racer's smirk widened, clearly amused by Jaune's audacity. He leaned back in his seat, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Racer Gangster: Alright, kid. But when I win, you'll be the one eating your words. 

With a rev of the engines, Both razors looked at the signal light turning red to yellow to green for their acceleration gas driving with incredible speeds avoiding every traffic while also causing some public disturbance. 

Jaune driving inside of Muscle Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 Blue avoiding traffic and also taking shortcuts in many alleyways that warrant populated giving him the upper advantage in the race.

The roar of the engines echoed through the streets of Vale City as Jaune Wheeler Arc expertly maneuvered his Muscle Ford Mustang Shelby GT500 through the maze of alleyways. With every turn, he felt a thrill coursing through him; this was freedom, a stark contrast to the confines of his family's expectations.

Jaune: (thinking) This is it! Just me and the road. No one can tell me what to do here!

As he darted through an alley, he caught a glimpse of the racer gangster in his rearview mirror, trying to keep pace. The gangster was relentless, pushing his flashy car to the limit. Jaune could hear the screeching of tires and the roar of the rival engine echoing behind him.

Jaune: (grinning) Come on! Is that all you've got?

The racer gangster, clearly not one to back down, surged forward, making a bold move to overtake Jaune. But Jaune had anticipated this. He took a sharp left turn, continue driving his muscle car until he heard sirens of police officers. 

Cop #1: This is the police slow your vehicles down!!

Cop #2: or else there will be severe consequences!!

Racer gangster: Oh shit it's the fuzz, ain't I going to jail?!!

One of the cop cars using this cool device known as EMP grenade attachment directly at the cool sportsman car owned by the racer gangster causing its electronics to short out, causing them to crash at a street lamp. 

Jaune: fuck me!!, getting myself caught for this!!

As the police sirens grew louder, Jaune knew he had to make a quick decision. He couldn't afford to get caught - his dream of becoming a huntsman was already in jeopardy, and a criminal record would only make things worse.

Thinking fast, Jaune made a sharp turn down a narrow alley, hoping to lose the cops in the maze of backstreets. His heart pounded in his chest as he weaved through the tight spaces, the Mustang's engine roaring with every acceleration. 

Jaune: (muttering) Come on, baby, just a little further...

Glancing in the rearview mirror, he saw the police car struggling to keep up, its flashing lights dimming in the distance. Jaune let out a sigh of relief, but he knew he couldn't stop here. The cops would be combing the city for him.

Jaune: (determined) Alright, time to get out of here for good.

He pressed down on the gas, the Mustang surging forward as he navigated the twisting alleys. After several more hair-raising turns, he finally emerged onto a main street, blending in with the late-night traffic.

Jaune: (catching his breath) Made it... For now, at least.

As he drove, his mind raced with thoughts of what just happened. The adrenaline of the race, the rush of escape - it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced. And despite the close call with the police, he couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration.

Jaune: (grinning) That was... Actually kind of fun.

But the reality of his situation soon set in. He had just evaded the law, something that could jeopardize his future dreams. Jaune's brow furrowed as he considered his next move.

Jaune: (muttering) Maybe this street racing thing is more trouble than it's worth. Then again... 

He glanced down at the Mustang's dashboard, feeling the power of the engine beneath him. This was his escape, his chance to prove himself on his own terms. And if he could keep evading the cops, maybe there was a future in this after all.

Jaune: (determined) Alright, Jaune. Time to see where this road takes you.

With a newfound sense of purpose, Jaune continued driving, already plotting his next move in this thrilling new world of underground racing.