The opponent reneging on the debt was not something Lin Yan worried about at all; with his influence, who would dare to default?
Fifteen minutes passed quickly, and Lin Lin received a message. Lina had already placed her bets.
With everything prepared, Lin Yan could get off the car and register for the competition. Registration was open until the start of the race, as were the bets.
Lin Yan got off the car and, with Ren Fei, walked towards the registration area, which was next to the gambling tables.
It was also a table, though not as large as the gambling tables, with a registration booklet and a waiver form placed on it.
The person responsible for registration was a woman from Country A.
As the two approached, the event organizer’s bookie happened to see Lin Yan and Ren Fei behind him. His pupils constricted sharply. Li Wei, at the very back, was fine, but the face of the person in front of him...
"Register, Lin Yan!"
"Ren Fei!"
Lin Yan stated calmly as he stood at the front of the registration area.
The woman in charge of registration clearly froze upon hearing the names. She looked up, and the hand holding the pen began to tremble.
Not many people here recognized the two, but the person registering happened to know them.
"What, I can't register for the competition?"
Seeing the person hesitate to pick up the pen, Lin Yan glanced at the booklet on the table and said softly.
The registration attendant dared not pick up the pen. Even the bookie from before had stopped tending to his business and was rushing up the mountain.
At that moment, he was praying that the truck wouldn't be a factory vehicle.
Seeing them like this, Lin Yan wasn't worried about being denied registration and simply waited.
The surrounding crowd was in an uproar. Those who didn't recognize Lin Yan and Ren Fei learned of their identities from others.
Were they here to challenge the status quo?
Everyone had this thought in mind.
"Damn, Dongzi, where are you now? I think I just saw Lin Shen!"
"Not only Lin Shen, but I think I saw my Brother Fei too!"
"What Brother Fei? The one who does crazy stunts?"
"What is this place? Why are there so many tattooed big guys and so many heavy motorcycles!"
...
The fans in the live stream, who hadn't been very enthusiastic, immediately became excited again when Lin Yan appeared, and the viewer count began to slowly increase.
Hao Dong then turned the camera towards Lin Yan and Ren Fei.
While the bookie was reporting upstairs, Lin Yan glanced at the booklet on the table, filled with a dense row of names.
To be honest, Lin Yan detested this competition, treating lives as entertainment. If it weren't for the rewards, he wouldn't have participated.
But he couldn't help it; their laws permitted it.
"Buddy! Are you registering or not? Why are you blocking the way!"
While Lin Yan and Ren Fei were waiting below, another group of people got off a distant vehicle and walked towards the registration area.
Like the bald guy, this group was also a motorcycle gang, and their numbers were greater than the previous group, and they wore matching black t-shirts.
The arrival of this group instantly made the once relatively spacious area crowded.
Not only were there more people than the bald guy's group, but their vehicles were also better than the bald guy's.
Lin Yan and his group had arrived just in time, but these people were even more cutting it close.
"Move aside, move aside!"
A blonde guy from Country A, leading the way, pushed Li Wei twice, but Li Wei didn't budge.
"Brother, please let us pass, my boss needs to register!"
Saying that, the blonde guy from Country A pushed Li Wei again. The motorcycle gang behind him slowly walked over, half-surrounding the registration area.
Lin Yan frowned but said nothing. It was acceptable for others to register first if he couldn't. However, the next sentence made Lin Yan stop in his tracks.
"You Asian monkeys in front, hurry up and get lost! This isn't a place for you to play!"
A hoarse, rough voice came from behind the subordinate.
The two groups of subordinates parted, and a burly man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, walked out from between the two groups, a cigarette in his mouth.
Like his subordinates, this man was also wearing a black uniform without sleeves, and his exposed arms were tattooed with totems from Country A.
In terms of appearance, this person was arguably the ugliest among all the people from Country A that Lin Yan had ever seen, almost on par with Zack.
Lin Yan couldn't understand why the siblings Lina and Zack had such extreme differences in their looks.
Ren Fei remained silent. Ren Fei now treated Lin Yan as his backbone; he would do whatever Lin Yan told him to do.
"Get out of the way! If you make me miss registration, I'll beat you to death."
Seeing Li Wei still blocking the way, the burly man became impatient. He took a fierce drag from his cigarette and cursed, his tone extremely aggressive.
Was this big guy also here to compete? A 1.9-meter-tall person playing racing?
He thought it was his subordinates registering, but it turned out the big guy was the one registering.
In Lin Yan's understanding, 1.8 meters was the limit for racing. Normal professional racers should be around 1.7 meters.
Being too tall meant a heavier weight, and weight was crucial in two-wheeled racing, affecting the power-to-weight ratio of the motorcycle.
Besides the nickname "Bodyguard," there was another called "Start King." The six factory teams pursued extreme lightweight design, so the weight of their motorcycles had reached the minimum.
When the weights of the motorcycles from different manufacturers were similar, the rider's weight became critical. With a height of 1.58 meters and a light weight, there was a slight increase in acceleration at the start.
Of course, Lin Yan's height wasn't without its advantages. Taller riders weren't as agile as shorter ones, but they had an advantage in crash resistance.
Lin Yan admired the other person for a reason; the spirit of sportsmanship was fully displayed by the "Bodyguard."
In the same crash, Lin Yan might get up and be fine after one fall, but the other person would suffer severe injuries. In the four years before his retirement, he suffered from old injuries recurring every year.
"As expected, this madman is here too."
"Hurry up and place your bets, there's still time. With this madman here, maybe the record will be broken."
Registration time was closing, and so was betting time. Seeing that this madman had indeed come to compete, the surrounding riders who hadn't bet yet or had bet and still had money rushed to the betting tables to place their bets.
Even though the bookie had left, these people were still chattering and shouting.
Of course, there were also those who didn't bet; these people were forced by their circumstances and came only for money.
Hearing the surrounding voices, Lin Yan scanned the big guy in front of him again.
It seemed this guy had some skill. As he spoke, Lin Yan tilted his head to look at the motorcycle behind him – a Kawasaki H2R.
Riding such a bike on mountain roads, he was truly a madman.
Seeing that the three Asians in front of him still hadn't moved, Tukun was displeased. He detested these Asian monkeys the most in his life; in his eyes, such cowardly and timid people were not worthy of participating in such a thrilling competition.
Seeing this, a manic smile spread across his face, and he was about to speak again, but at that moment, the bookie had come down from the mountain and was running towards Lin Yan, panting.
Upon reaching them, he took a breath before stuttering.
"Two big shots, you can register now."