"It's me."
Morin stood in formal wear, nodding lightly.
"Where did you go? There hasn't been a word from you in years!" Dom opened his bear-like arms in surprise, pulling Morin into a tight embrace.
"I lived in seclusion in a remote Himalayan village," Morin shrugged. "Meditated. Tried to understand the meaning of life."
He paused.
"As it turns out, a life full of cars and beautiful women is more appealing."
"You know, for the first half, I thought I was hearing a fairy tale," Dom laughed. "After the second half, I knew it was still you. A lot's happened since you disappeared."
"I can tell," Morin nodded. "You've aged quite a bit, Dom."
"Yeah... too much." Dom's gaze shifted to Han's coffin, his voice lowering.
A sleek car rolled past nearby.
Dom's grieving eyes narrowed instantly.
"Criminals love revisiting the scene of the crime," Morin said calmly. "You going after him?"
"I'll go," Dom nodded, pressing the car key in his pocket. "You've been gone too long. Catch up with the crew first. I'll be back."
"Take my car."
Morin pulled out an all-silver, shimmering key and tossed it over.
"My car?" Dom caught it, raising a brow.
"The flashiest and fastest one over there." Morin patted his shoulder. "Watch traffic safety. Don't hit any walls. The car'll be fine-I'm just worried about your legendary reputation."
"Haha. Now I'm interested," Dom laughed. "Your tuning skills always amazed me."
"You're still the same."
"I've been through a lot," Morin said, eyebrow lifting slightly. "But yes. Still me."
"Alright." Dom turned, eyes fixed on the departing car. "We'll talk later."
The driver ahead seemed to notice Dom's stare but kept moving unhurriedly.
Dom followed Morin's direction.
And stopped.
He didn't know if it was the fastest car in the world.
But it was absolutely the coolest he had ever seen.
Silver from end to end. Black stripes. A streamlined body like a sleeping silver tiger. Even a rear wing.
"Nice car..." Dom shook his head.
Five seconds later-
A beast-like engine roar exploded.
A tree snapped in half.
Everyone turned.
"I told you to be careful!" Morin laughed, shouting over his conversation with Brian and the others.
The silver car's window rolled down.
Dom flipped him off.
"F***! Did you put a jet engine on a transformed tank?!"
The car didn't have a single scratch.
"If you want to put it that way," Morin called back, "you're not wrong!"
"This car's mine now!" Dom shouted.
The silver blur vanished with another roar.
Dom adapted instantly. After smashing the tree on the first try, he mastered the car on the second.
Strictly speaking, he wasn't wrong.
The car could fly.
And it was tougher than a tank.
To a car lover, seeing a great car was like seeing a supermodel.
As a result, Brian, Tej, and Roman all turned to Morin at the same time.
"I get the feeling you're plotting something," Morin said.
"How could you say that?" Roman stepped forward, rubbing his hands. "We're friends."
"Yeah! Best friends!" Tej nodded hard.
"Move," Brian shoved them aside. "I met Morin first. You guys barely know him."
He turned, smiling brightly.
"Morin, we go way back. It's been so long. Giving me a gift wouldn't be too much, right?"
"I heard you're about to be a father again?" Morin asked.
"Yeah..." Brian scratched his head, grinning.
"Then consider it a gift for your son," Morin said. "I hope he likes cars."
Building one was no trouble.
His relationship with Dom and Mia ran deep. When Morin first arrived, knowing nothing, they were the ones who helped him.
A drop of water should be repaid with a fountain.
"Of course he'll love it!" Brian nodded repeatedly.
As for it being a gift for a future child?
Well. The gift was for the kid. The kid wasn't born yet. Even after birth, he'd need years to grow up.
Minors couldn't drive.
And everyone knew cars that sat unused broke down easily.
So naturally, the father would help drive it for ten or twenty years.
Perfectly reasonable.
...
On the other side, Dom was already in pursuit.
Deckard Shaw.
Elite British Special Forces turned villain. A man who looked down on his petty criminal brother, Owen-until Owen was crushed, captured, and left broken.
Family was family.
So Deckard went after Dom.
And Han was gone.
Resurrections aside, the world was clearly drifting toward warp-level nonsense.
Right now, though, Deckard Shaw was the enemy.
The man who killed Han.
The man who showed up at the funeral.
And the man now being chased by something that should not exist.
"F***! What kind of car is that?!" Deckard cursed as his body lurched violently.
He glanced back.
Silver lightning.
No scratches. No damage.
After the collision, it accelerated instantly.
It was absurd.