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The leader of the thugs, still clutching Coach Lee’s broken phone, pointed a calloused finger toward the practice field where the fleet of race cars sat. "Destroy them!" he roared. At his command, a dozen men dragged their iron pipes across the asphalt, the screech of metal on stone echoing like a death knell.

They swarmed the vehicles, swinging their weapons with rhythmic, brutal force