Others might not have been treated with such an attitude by the organizers, but Lin Yan was different. He was the only driver not restricted by any racing team or sponsor. This meant that if he wished, he could even bring a factory bike to race.
And not just any factory bike, but the latest model. This was something even sponsors couldn't achieve. Even major sponsors could, at best, purchase last year's factory bike from a team, and that too, by purchasing.
People of this caliber were not to be trifled with, even by the organizers.
Lin Yan was not surprised by this response. He simply signed his name and pressed his handprint. He didn't even need to show his identification; his registration was complete.
Seeing the bookie address the other person as "boss," Tu Kun was stunned for a moment. By the time he reacted, Lin Yan had already signed and left with Ren Fei.
He didn't understand why the other person would call an "Asian monkey" a boss, but there was no time to dwell on it as the race was about to start. He needed to register quickly.
He strode up to the registration desk, slammed his right hand on the table, and shouted.
"Register me! Tu Kun!"
The young woman at the desk was startled by Tu Kun's actions and hastily registered him.
Seeing her reaction, Tu Kun let out a triumphant, hoarse, and sharp laugh.
This was Tu Kun, someone who derived excitement from the suffering of others.
He was also a complete lunatic, riding as if his life depended on it during races, fiercely fighting for positions, even pushing other drivers off the road and into cliffs.
Therefore, even skilled drivers who weren't afraid of him were extremely wary.
Back in his car, Lin Yan began changing into his racing suit. There were still half an hour before the race started, which was the preparation time. This meant that betting and registration would both close.
Upon hearing Tu Kun's name, Lin Yan instinctively glanced at the leaderboard on a nearby sign. Last year's champion?
He did have some skill, but only some.
However, what puzzled Lin Yan was that even last year's champion wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous with the staff.
Lin Yan also had another question: the identity of the organizer. Not many people knew his master's address, and it was highly possible that this organizer had some connection to his master. He wanted to know who this person was.
But he didn't have time to ponder it further; he needed to prepare for the race. Once he won the villa, he could figure it out after getting acquainted with his master.
Emerging from the car, Lin Yan zipped up his racing suit and then carefully inspected it. One couldn't be careless in a race like this.
Meanwhile, the large truck behind him began unloading.
Many people present were staring at the heavy truck behind Lin Yan, especially the bookie, whose eyes were fixed on it.
To his delight, the extending arm lowered, and two factory bikes were pushed out of the truck. Upon seeing these bikes, those in the know gasped.
They had actually brought factory bikes.
Many people had placed bets when Lin Yan's name was announced. These individuals were now secretly rejoicing, thinking they had made a killing, while the organizers might have to take a small loss.
Tu Kun's attention was also drawn over. Not following official races, he had no idea what these bikes were. However, he had never been interested in anything belonging to an "Asian monkey."
He fitted his sturdy frame into his racing suit, zipped it up, and straddled his H2R, getting a feel for his new bike.
He had bought this bike yesterday after specifically seeking someone out, and he had even hired a specialist to modify it. Breaking the record this year should be no problem.
As soon as their boss was ready, his subordinates hastily wrapped tire warmers around the bikes.
Other drivers also wrapped tire warmers around their racing machines as the race was about to begin.
Compared to the actions of these people, Lin Yan's side appeared almost too professional. The factory bikes were pushed onto the ground, and Zhang Mingzhi and his team quickly disembarked from the truck. A group of mechanics busied themselves.
Some were warming tires, others were inspecting the race bikes, and Zhang Mingzhi picked up a laptop to measure the entire bike's data. The entire operation was fluid and seamless.
Even though they were participating in a small competition outdoors, their actions were as efficient and swift as if they were in a major event.
This was the difference that professional training made.
Ren Fei and Lin Yan, having donned their racing suits, got off their bikes and began their warm-up exercises.
The opponents were average, but the track conditions were extremely dangerous.
"Damn, I just realized, Lin Shen is going to stomp on noobs!"
"Stomp on noobs? I think so too, but what kind of ragtag bunch are these other drivers?"
"More racing to watch!"
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Hao Dong was not yet very familiar with this competition, so he couldn't explain it to the fans for the moment.
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"We miscalculated this time!"
In a hidden office halfway up the mountain, a woman's voice echoed softly in the ten-square-meter room.
The walls of this small room were adorned with two screens. One displayed the track, and the other showed the scene below.
The room was dark, with no lights on.
The faint glow from the screens vaguely illuminated two figures seated on the sofa opposite.
A man and a woman.
"So what if we miscalculated? Do you dare to offend him?"
Hearing his partner say this, the man sitting on the adjacent sofa chuckled, but his laughter sounded somewhat sharp and grating.
Faintly, one could see the glint of fire flashing at the corner of the man's mouth.
The woman did not respond to the man's words. She extinguished the cigarette in her hand, and the man continued,
"With factory bikes out, the championship and runner-up positions in this race are no longer in doubt. We originally wanted to make a fortune using Tu Kun, but it seems we're going to lose money this time! This person has ruined your plans for the second time. What are your thoughts on that?"
In the last sentence, the man's tone was clearly tinged with schadenfreude.
"I heard he's also collaborating with that woman recently. If possible, I'd like to kill him."
"No, no, no, you can't do that. If something happens to him during this race, it will have a huge impact on us."
Seeing the woman entertain such a thought, the man immediately stopped her. The death of ordinary people might not matter, but if these star drivers were to die here, the repercussions would be immense.