He didn't pay much attention. The million yuan had already blinded the two brothers. Their minds were filled with the scene of enjoying themselves after getting the money.
"Brother, you must win. If we win today, next time we go to the club, we can get five girls. No, ten."
Leaning close to his older brother, Xiao Hei's eyes shot out two sinister gazes, and saliva dripped from the corner of his crooked mouth. They had traveled so far for money, and their other purpose was to have fun with women. Now, as long as they could beat Lin Yan, this goal could be temporarily achieved.
"Don't worry, with my skill, he won't be able to win."
The bald old Hei ignored his younger brother and pushed out a Yamaha R6 from a nearby pit box.
"Just switch to liter bikes. These small displacements are boring."
Just as he was putting on his helmet and preparing to mount the bike, Lin Yan's voice came.
Small displacement, 600cc is considered small displacement?
The bald old Hei didn't know if this young man was genuinely skilled or just pretending. Liter-class supersports were not bikes that ordinary people could ride, as they symbolized violence and passion. Even he found them difficult to handle perfectly.
"Are you sure, young man?"
The bald old Hei didn't immediately get off the bike but looked at Lin Yan questioningly. Lin Yan looked only twenty and very young. In his opinion, someone like this couldn't handle a liter-class sports bike.
However, in the next moment, the bald old Hei's gaze slightly narrowed.
He saw Lin Yan ignore him and instead straddled a very old Kawasaki H2. This Kawasaki H2 was pushed out from next to him and was one of the bikes that could be rented at this track.
In fact, Lin Yan didn't want to use this bike. Normally, the Kawasaki H2 was not suitable for the track, but this was the only liter-class sports bike that was older. The rest looked quite large, and there was even a 2001 Yamaha R1, which was older than Lin Yan! It had to be said, this racetrack was indeed a bit dilapidated.
For Lin Yan, the result was the same no matter what bike he rode. Riding a better-maintained racing bike was more comfortable than a broken one.
"Go, Lin Ge!"
"Lin Ge, beat him up hard for us. This guy beat us all up yesterday. You must not let him off easily!"
As Lin Yan got on the bike, Jiang Qiyan, Jiang Qimo, and Yan Xiaoqiang all came over. They knew that cheering for Lin Yan was unnecessary, so they all asked Lin Yan to beat him up severely.
From a distance.
To be honest, when Lin Yan mounted the liter-class sports bike, the hearts of the two brothers sank. However, when they noticed it was an H2, they felt a little relieved.
Although the H2 was hailed as a divine bike and had brainwashed many young people, this bike was not suitable for the track except for its cool appearance. Except for drag racing, in their eyes, Lin Yan was like those young people, only caring about looking cool.
Flashy but impractical. Humph, they almost thought they had met a master.
The bald old Hei snorted coldly in his heart and then checked his racing bike, preparing to set off.
However, before he could look down at the dashboard, the next scene made the two brothers' jaws drop.
Under the gaze of the two of them and several young men and women behind them, Lin Yan performed a burnout in public.
If it were a normal burnout, the bald old Hei would have thought the other party was showing off. But Lin Yan's burnout was highly technical.
The technical content was so high that his body couldn't help but tremble.
The front of the bike remained still, while the rear tilted and swayed from side to side. Lin Yan rubbed every part of the rear tire against the ground. His movements were calm and very smooth.
Accompanied by the roar of the engine, dazzling white smoke slowly rose from the rear wheel of Lin Yan's bike, quickly engulfing half of Lin Yan's body.
Others didn't know what Lin Yan was doing, but the bald old Hei saw it clearly. This was warming up the tires using a burnout. The friction was used to gradually heat every part of the bike's rear tire. Burnouts in place were easy, but such uniform burnouts were not something ordinary people could do.
This guy had some tricks up his sleeve.
Although he realized that this guy had some issues, the bald old Hei remained relatively calm because the other party was too young. He was confident that racing also depended on seniority and experience.
The two bikes were quickly prepared and stopped at the starting line. Lin Yan's rear wheel was warmed up by burnout, and his front wheel was warmed up by a tire warmer. The old tire warmers here were too slow to warm the thick rear wheels, so Lin Yan had to use other methods.
As for the bald old Hei, his method was even more old-fashioned. He actually ran a few laps around the track beforehand.
After warming up their tires, the two stood side by side at the starting line, with Lin Yan one position behind the bald old Hei.
The bald old Hei was using a BMW S1000RR. The bikes here were generally not excessively modified, so the BMW, with the most electronic controls among production bikes, became his best choice. Not for any other reason, but because it had more electronic controls, making the bike easier to ride.
The two were ready, and the two groups of people were divided on the left and right sides.
Jiang Qiyan was on the left, and Xiao Hei led a few club students on the right. Even with his mouth crooked and bleeding, Xiao Hei still didn't forget to caress the thighs of the female students beside him, his lustful nature showing to the fullest.
As Xiao Hei raised the flag in his hand, the two of them lowered their bodies. The bald old Hei supported himself with one foot, his posture quite standard. Lin Yan supported himself with both feet, his posture more relaxed.
Seeing Lin Yan's demeanor, Xiao Hei, who was holding the flag, became even more confident. Without any warning, he suddenly waved the red flag in his hand, and the two bikes shot out from the starting line with lightning speed.
Despite Lin Yan's relaxed movements, his starting speed was much faster than the bald old Hei's. Almost when the red flag reached his arm, Lin Yan's bike's rear wheel had already started to turn.
The engine spun furiously, and the engine roared. As gusts of wind flew over his head, the bald old Hei knew that he had already won half of this race. His start was excellent, one of the best starts he had in his years of riding. It was a standard launch control start.
However, just as he was congratulating himself, a gust of wind whistled past his ear. Lin Yan shot up like lightning. With the advantage of the supercharger and the start, the H2 had never lost on the straight line from the start.
Compared to Lin Yan, a world champion, the bald old Hei's start was like playing house, utterly pathetic!
"Lin Ge is awesome! Lin Ge, beat him up hard."
"Haha, this is too cool. It's my first time watching Lin Shen beat someone up up close."
"Brother, look quickly, this guy was left behind by Lin Ge right at the start."
The moment Lin Yan overtook him on the straight, carefree discussions erupted from Jiang Qiyan's side. In the morning, they had looked worried, but in the afternoon, they were smiling so hard their mouths couldn't close.
Hearing their laughter, the woman whose thigh was being caressed by Xiao Hei suddenly changed her expression. She seemed to have heard an unusual name just now.
Xiao Hei's expression was extremely gloomy. His already dark complexion turned even darker. He was close by and had been watching Lin Yan when he started. He didn't expect to actually notice something.
Before the start, Lin Yan's front wheel was actually off the ground. It wasn't a wheelie, but it was slightly off the ground. The moment the bike started, the front wheel lifted, but it didn't trigger the electronic controls. It only lifted an inch or two, almost touching the ground, but still leaving a small gap.
The most terrifying thing was that this guy could maintain this state, neither lifting further nor dropping, but always maintaining a two-inch ground clearance at the start.
He's a master, and not an ordinary master!