There's no point in dwelling on other things, the fans alone could overwhelm them. While this kind of competition might be acceptable privately, if it were to be exposed to public scrutiny, it could easily lead to trouble.
Therefore, such actions are forbidden, and not even accidents involving the opposing party can occur.
Losing money is acceptable, as long as the competition can continue, losing a small amount like this is insignificant.
Their original intention was to heavily fleece these wealthy individuals, but now it seems they are the ones about to be fleeced.
"Should we do something about the person broadcasting live?"
Hearing the man's words, the woman's voice calmed considerably.
"I've already sent someone to handle it."
The man had made arrangements for this long ago. They could broadcast their competitions normally, but not this one.
"Didn't you say not to offend him? Then why aren't you letting him broadcast?"
"Don't worry, leave it to me!"
The man seemed very confident.
Normally, live broadcasts wouldn't be an issue, as not many people would watch. But today was different; with Lin Yan watching, the viewership would be significantly higher.
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With five minutes remaining until the race began, Lin Yan and Ren Fei were ready. They put on their earplugs and helmets, and with a stride, they straddled their racing bikes.
All the participating motorcycles were lined up in a single line, forming a fan shape. Nearly three hundred motorcycles were arranged in a slightly curved straight line, and before the riders stood the mountain for the race.
Their starting position was one kilometer away from the road leading to the mountain base.
This mountain was named Rum Mountain, located outside the city of Country A. Its terrain was rugged, with undulating elevations. The entire track was winding, ten meters wide, and bordered by a one-meter-high fence on the outside.
However, these were not the truly dangerous elements. The real danger lay with the participating riders. A width of ten meters with three hundred people starting simultaneously – what did that mean? Three hundred people charging towards a single point; the probability of not having an accident was almost zero.
Why would anyone participate in such a dangerous race? Naturally, it was for the rewards. Just passing the preliminary rounds offered a prize of fifty thousand Euros.
In foreign countries, fifty thousand Euros could buy a proper large-displacement sports car. And this was just for the preliminary rounds; the prizes for the main race were even more substantial.
Lin Yan turned his head and glanced at the riders around him. The participants had almost every type of vehicle imaginable: some were modified water cars, others were old models from over a decade ago, and there were even modified electric motorcycles. These riders were now flexing their muscles, full of confidence for the upcoming race.
Seeing this, Lin Yan sighed under his helmet. This was the organizers' cleverness, exploiting the participants' desire for a bargain.
The qualifying time was twenty minutes, a very generous timeframe. Even someone who frequently rode mountain roads could achieve this time on Rum Mountain.
These people before him shared that mindset: "I can easily run it in seventeen or eighteen minutes, surely I can finish within twenty minutes?"
Lin Yan knew that not only would it be difficult to finish within twenty minutes, but it would be hard for all of them to reach the summit even within twenty-five minutes, given the sheer number of participants.
The experienced riders had solemn expressions, but the newcomers this year were very relaxed, as if the fifty thousand Euros were already in their pockets.
"Asian monkey, what kind of bike are you riding? I've never seen it before."
Tukuan happened to be next to Lin Yan. He had deliberately moved closer, wanting to see what kind of skill this so-called master possessed and whether he was a worthy opponent.
Besides his love for cars, Tukuan also enjoyed challenging skilled riders. Lin Yan and Ren Fei had piqued his interest.
Lin Yan ignored the opponent's provocative words. The best way to counter such people was to simply outrun them.
Lin Yan didn't respond, and Tukuan didn't say anything further, his gaze sweeping over Lin Yan's bike.
As he stared intently at Lin Yan's motorcycle, Lin Yan's GP22's front and rear suspension slowly lowered. This maneuver left Tukuan stunned.
"This bike can lower its chassis too?" Tukuan thought to himself, a peculiar gleam appearing in his eyes.
It wasn't like the adjustable suspension of sports cars; this was the launch control feature of a factory racing bike. By lowering the suspension before the start, the chassis became lower, preventing wheelies and providing better acceleration.
Once the bike fully started, the suspension would slowly rise again.
"Holy cow, so many people! Starting all at once? That's intense!"
"I suddenly feel like the Isle of Man isn't exciting anymore, this is!"
"Exciting my ass. Haven't you seen what junk these people are riding? They even have electric bikes."
"Quick, I can't wait to see them crash!"
"Pray for my God Lin's safety! As long as God Lin and Brother Fei are alright, everyone else can die."
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As the race was about to begin, Hao Dong's grip on his phone tightened, and he appeared extremely nervous.
Hundreds of people starting simultaneously was a sight he had never witnessed before.
The tables were all cleared, the area was emptied, and the staff held up a red flag. The bodies of the three hundred riders were slightly crouched.
However, just as the red flag was about to be lowered, at the very moment before the race started, Hao Dong's live stream screen went black!
Hao Dong was startled and immediately checked his phone. It had been working fine just moments ago; why had the signal suddenly disappeared? What was wrong?
While Hao Dong was fiddling with his phone trying to get a signal.
Three hundred people lined up and started simultaneously. The roar of the engines echoed through the entire valley, with a faint hum of electricity mixed in.
The roar of the factory bikes was particularly ferocious, making Tukuan's ears ache.
The red flag was waved down, and the three hundred riders charged towards the mountain entrance in a fan formation.
Twisting the throttle and launching, the advantage of the factory bike became evident. The H2R was already fast, but it was too weak compared to the factory bike. Coupled with Tukuan's driving skills, he was already a bike length behind within the first hundred meters.
Lin Yan's body was pressed tightly against the fuel tank, minimizing wind resistance, his gaze fully focused on the road leading to the mountain.
His objective was to break away from the pack behind him and be the first to enter the uphill section.
Tukuan's face under his helmet was filled with disbelief. His bike was already fast in a straight line, yet this bike was even faster. Moreover, this bike had been heavily modified by top technicians.
However, the real gap was far from over. Charging towards the uphill road ahead, the traffic quickly converged. At this point, the pack behind had already descended into chaos.
But for Lin Yan and Ren Fei, it had no impact, as the pack was still behind them. This brief moment of launch was enough for top riders to pull away.
First gear, second gear, third gear.
Rapid upshifts.
From the starting line to the mountain base, a short kilometer-long straight, Lin Yan's speed had already exceeded three hundred kilometers per hour.