(ps: Based on feedback from most people, the Kawasaki race segment from the previous chapter has been removed. It does not affect the overall plot. I read all your comments!)
Lin Yan was at the very front. His cone-weaving was different from how the traffic police did it; Lin Yan weaved while leaning into the turns, and he was incredibly fast.
This maneuver greatly astonished the traffic police behind him. Although Lin Yan handled it skillfully, the side crash bars of the Guobin 650 still had some impact on his maneuvers.
Otherwise, Lin Yan could have leaned even lower.
After a few laps, Lin Yan felt it was pretty good. This way, while training them, it also served as a personal practice. However, it could only improve his feel for the bike; it wouldn't help him improve his skills.
He continued training session after session. It was fine at first, but after practicing like this all afternoon, Lin Yan became a bit bored. He asked Vinareths to keep an eye on the traffic police’s training and decided to take the Guobin 650 out for a spin himself.
Under Vinareths’ tearful gaze, Lin Yan rode the Guobin 650 out of the traffic police compound.
After exiting, Lin Yan headed east. He had come from the west, and he had already seen the buildings and scenery along the way, so he naturally didn't want to go west again.
Riding along the main eastern thoroughfare, Lin Yan noticed that the buildings here resembled the old town he had passed when leaving the airport. The buildings were somewhat aged, and there were many food stalls along the street, hawking their wares.
After wandering around, Lin Yan bought some wife cakes and popsicles. The wife cakes were naturally for himself, and he bought a few extra popsicles to share with the traffic police team members later if they didn’t finish them, as the weather was so hot.
If the traffic police team members knew Lin Yan was being so considerate of them, they would surely be moved to tears.
However, upon entering the ice cream shop, even with Lin Yan’s years of experience, he couldn't help but marvel at how expensive the ice cream was.
One popsicle could buy dozens of wife cakes, and a wife cake only cost one yuan…
Even in this remote old town, it shouldn't be this expensive.
Just as Lin Yan hung the ice cream bag on the handlebars, preparing to ride around a few more times before heading back, several "Guihuo" (Ghost Fire) scooters suddenly sped past on the main road beside him.
On the colorful "Guihuo" electric scooters, several young men, around eighteen or nineteen years old, had fiery red hair flowing in the wind.
Lin Yan frowned. A strong gust of wind blew past his ears. Lin Yan could tell the speed of these "Guihuo" motorcycles by eye; they were going eighty to ninety miles per hour. Driving eighty to ninety miles per hour in the city, and without license plates or licenses!
The key was that he was driving a police vehicle, yet they dared to be so brazen!
Lin Yan initially wanted to twist the throttle and chase after them, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. He wasn't a police officer, so it was better to call and notify the traffic police brigade to send people to apprehend them.
With that in mind, Lin Yan took out his phone and dialed Vinareths. For convenience, Lin Yan had exchanged phone numbers with Vinareths that morning and had also added him on WeChat.
The call connected. Before Vinareths could speak, Lin Yan directly said,
"I'm about two kilometers east of the traffic police compound. I saw a group of unlicensed 'Guihuo' scooters. Find a few traffic police team members to check the surveillance and deal with them."
Lin Yan glanced back at his current location, surprised that he had already ridden so far.
Just as Lin Yan was about to hang up, he suddenly saw a young man on the last yellow "Guihuo" scooter of the six or seven "Guihuo" scooters ahead turn back and give Lin Yan the middle finger.
That distinct international gesture was immediately recognized by Lin Yan.
Lin Yan had originally intended to notify the traffic police brigade to handle it themselves, but upon seeing this, he immediately changed his mind and said into the phone,
"Tell them to stop training. The next session will be practical road training. I'll send you the location. Everyone come out and catch these people."
After speaking, Lin Yan hung up the phone and twisted the throttle, chasing after them.
Although Lin Yan appeared approachable in everyday life, he was not someone to be easily bullied. For a "Guihuo" youth to dare to give him the middle finger, Lin Yan was determined to teach them a lesson today!
Besides, catching a few unlicensed and speeding "Guihuo" scooters could be considered practice.
As the Guobin 650 started, a Mercedes-Benz G-wagon parked not far behind it also accelerated and followed.
After the phone call, Yang Hongliang, who had received the news, saw this scene through the rare surveillance cameras in the old town and immediately issued an order.
Five minutes later, at the entrance of the traffic police brigade, Guobin 650 police motorcycles rushed out one after another. All the traffic police participating in the training poured out, forming a long convoy of nearly a hundred vehicles.
Without exception, they all headed east.
On that hot afternoon, the piercing sound of police sirens echoed on the main road of East Street.
A group of pedestrians opposite the traffic police compound saw this and thought there was some major operation underway.
"Brother, you've got some nerve, daring to give the traffic police the middle finger."
At the corner of the old town, as they slowed down before turning, a young man with red hair on a nearby vehicle said to the young man who had just given the middle finger, looking impressed. If it were him, he wouldn't have had the guts to do it.
"What's the big deal? There aren't many cameras here, and they won't be able to catch us."
The young man on the yellow "Guihuo" scooter said indifferently. He didn't mean anything by it; he just thought it was fun and a way to show off in front of his friends.
"Holy crap, look behind you! That traffic cop is chasing us."
With a shout from his companion, the young man on the yellow "Guihuo" scooter looked back.
Indeed, a white Guobin police motorcycle was chasing behind them.
However, the young man was not afraid; instead, he found it somewhat thrilling.
"As the 'Street God of East Street,' how can he catch me?"
The young man said, increasing the throttle with his right hand. The "Guihuo" beneath him let out a series of crackling, strange noises, the exhaust emitted puffs of black smoke, and the vehicle suddenly accelerated.
"Brothers, don't be afraid. He can't catch us. Besides, even if he does, he's alone. We can just split up and run."
The leader shouted strangely and also accelerated his vehicle.
Having someone chase them made these "Guihuo" youths feel even more excited.
In reality, Lin Yan could have caught up long ago, but he had been deliberately maintaining the distance. This area was already remote, and further east from East Street, it was out of the city limits, with hardly anyone around.
He could use these overconfident youths to test the maneuverability of the traffic police.
If they were caught too quickly, how would he train those traffic police team members?
Once out of the city, Lin Yan was not afraid. Li Wei and the others were still following behind him.
As they rode further and further, after ten minutes of pursuit, the traffic police still hadn't arrived, and Lin Yan was starting to get bored. With half a wife cake in his mouth, Lin Yan looked back, but there was still no sign of the traffic police team.