"Damn, bro, you're serious."
The young man beside him looked shocked, and even his girlfriend's mouth was slightly agape in surprise.
When Lin Yan first spoke, the people around them thought he was just saying it casually, but they didn't expect him to actually do it.
After scolding Li Wei, the man in the green leather suit felt refreshed, and a lot of his anger dissipated.
He had been fuming after crashing his bike earlier, and these people were chattering in front of him, so he took the opportunity to vent his frustration.
He indeed felt much better after letting it out.
However, just as he was feeling smug, he suddenly saw four young men in black suits walking towards them.
"Hey, we already told you there are no seats for you, why are you still coming..."
But halfway through his sentence, the man in the green leather suit felt his body lift into the air, and then a strong force gripped his neck.
A fist as big as a sandbag was hurled directly at his face.
The entire sequence of actions was incredibly fast, flowing as smoothly as water.
It directly gave the man in the green leather suit a large black eye.
Yang Tianming alone was enough to deal with the man in the green leather suit; the other three had no opportunity to intervene. "Ah! He's hitting him!"
Seeing their team's rider being beaten, several staff members from Teng Fei Racing Team immediately tried to break it up, but they were directly stopped by the other three. Seeing that they couldn't stop them, they prepared to call the police.
"Damn it, you dare... hit me..."
Again, he was interrupted mid-sentence as a large slap landed on his face. Yang Tianming's palm, carrying a gust of wind, struck his face fiercely.
With a loud "slap," the man in the green leather suit's right cheek visibly swelled. After the right cheek, he slapped the left cheek, alternating between them.
The man in the green leather suit originally thought the leather jacket would protect him, but he never expected that the protection of the leather would actually harm him.
Yang Tianming directly targeted his face, ignoring all other parts of his body.
One slap after another, with immense force, both cheeks swelled up high in just a few blows.
"I..."
The man in the green leather suit was slapped so hard he couldn't even speak.
The four of them had also seen the scene where the other party had cursed Li Wei, and they were all very angry.
Especially Yang Tianming, who showed no mercy, relentlessly striking the other party's face.
"Bro, you're too ruthless!"
The young man beside him was no longer just impressed; he was practically worshipping him.
For them, they might at most say something, and would definitely consider it before acting, but a true "bro" had no hesitation and directly acted as a hero.
"Damn, good job, that was so satisfying."
"I wanted to beat him up earlier, but the cost of fighting these days is too high, so I never did."
"I said earlier that someone like this would eventually be dealt with by a 'bro,' and look, here he is."
"He did what I always wanted to do, awesome!"
Seeing the man in the green leather suit being dealt with, the waiting car enthusiasts around them clapped and cheered. If the man in the green leather suit had been slightly more polite earlier, they wouldn't have reacted this way.
"Young Master, this..."
Li Wei, who had just finished making a call, was a little touched. He hadn't expected his young master to treat him so well and even stand up for him.
At this moment, he truly felt that his young master had changed a lot, become much more mature.
"Alright, stop being so effeminate. Set up the caution tape, I'm going to test drive. You stay here and make sure they don't actually beat the guy to death."
Lin Yan's face was expressionless as he picked up the helmet placed on the Kawasaki H2R and put it on.
To hide his identity, he didn't even take off his mask.
It was a bit crowded, but it was fine.
After putting on the helmet, Lin Yan directly mounted the Kawasaki H2R, twisted the throttle, and rode around the crowd towards the track. The roar of the massive engine startled the onlookers.
"Good heavens, a true 'bro' is a 'bro,' not panicking at all!"
"This 'bro' is reliable, he really steps up when there's trouble!"
"Indeed, I don't admire anyone but this 'bro.' No wonder he can ride a Kawasaki H2."
"Don't you think that's a Kawasaki H2R..."
"I think so too, but it could also be an H2 that's been modified, as they're not that different."
Seeing Lin Yan get on the bike, Li Wei quickly ran to the edge of the track to hold up the caution tape and create some space.
Lin Yan gunned the throttle, and the H2R shot out like a cannonball.
Lin Yan didn't use a launch control; he went straight for a simple and brutal acceleration, the engine roaring loudly.
Such violent acceleration gave Lin Yan a slight feeling of a factory racing car.
Of course, it was only a slight feeling; compared to a factory racing car, the H2R was still quite a bit behind.
After all, comparing a commercially available supercar to an F1-level race car would naturally have a gap.
But among commercially available cars, Lin Yan dared to say that this was the fastest in terms of straight-line acceleration.
Lin Yan had last come to this track during a test session.
Shifting gears, giving throttle, entering the corner.
Lin Yan easily reached speeds of over three hundred on this long straight.
This acceleration was clearly much faster than the previous Ducati V4SP.
And the quickshifter that came with the bike was quite good, but the cornering was indeed a bit lacking.
This was also normal; Lin Yan knew that no car could be perfect. Extremely outstanding straight-line acceleration meant that its cornering stability would be reduced.
Therefore, while the H2R was known as the "Land Flying Machine," it also had the moniker "King of Straights, Killer of Corners."
But none of that mattered; this bike perfectly suited Lin Yan's driving style, and he liked it very much.
ps: Brothers, let's go!!!