But it's better to observe first, perhaps there's still a chance.
Baoli decided to wait and see.
Hearing the discussions from the crowd behind him, Ata didn't pay close attention. He was close by, and the roar of the engines was too loud. The two had already started their bikes, and the race was about to begin.
Seeing that Lin Yan wasn't wearing a leather suit, Watt felt even more confident. He wondered if the other party was confident or just ignorant, daring to compete without a leather suit.
Feeling the roar of the V4 beneath him, Lin Yan twisted the throttle a couple of times. He had to admit, this bike was truly broken.
Lin Yan estimated it was several years old. However, this was typical of "water cars" – vehicles that had been in major accidents and couldn't be driven on the road, specifically used for racing.
Of course, water cars had their advantages: they were cheap and allowed one to experience high displacement engines. The drawbacks were that they couldn't be driven on public roads, were prone to problems, and often required major repairs.
"Brother Yan, go for it!"
Su Mojin came over to cheer Lin Yan on.
"Don't worry, watch how I crush him!"
Lin Yan reached out with his gloved hand and stroked Su Mojin's hair. If it weren't for his little girl asking, Lin Yan would have been too lazy to even acknowledge such a person, telling them to get lost if they came to provoke him!
Never mind, this time he'd just treat it as entertainment for his wife.
"Crush me?"
Watt found it a bit amusing. He had initially planned to go easy on his opponent, but now it seemed unnecessary.
At this moment, he also saw Su Mojin's true face and was instantly stunned by her beauty, an Eastern beauty so stunning.
She looked a bit familiar, but he didn't think much of it. His expression became more focused. This time, he not only wanted to win quickly but also to win stylishly, hoping to attract the attention of some wealthy ladies.
"Alright, irrelevant people, please clear the track. The race is about to begin."
Ata spoke up. He hadn't watched yesterday's race, so he didn't recognize Su Mojin.
Su Mojin left the track and stood outside to watch. For someone who came to provoke, Su Mojin's advice was to crush them thoroughly. She had experienced much bigger scenes, and what was happening now was a minor case for her. She boldly cheered for Lin Yan.
Lin Yan shook his wrist, appearing very relaxed. Then, Ata waved his flag, and both V4s launched simultaneously.
The two bikes shot out together. Just the launch itself showed the gap between them. Lin Yan's start was smooth, while Watt's movements appeared somewhat stiff.
If viewed individually, one wouldn't notice, as Watt was quite professional. But when placed next to Lin Yan, Watt's movements were obviously inferior.
Violent straight-line acceleration, the sound of the bikes cutting through the wind.
Under his helmet, Watt could visibly see that Lin Yan had already pulled away from him at the start, and the distance between them continued to widen. He widened his eyes, his face filled with disbelief.
He instinctively glanced at the speedometer, thinking his bike had a problem. Otherwise, how could he be so far behind on the same model in a straight line?
"As expected of Lin Shen! That start is too awesome."
"What's the point of this race? I thought that Eastern guy would be crushed, but somehow the situation seems to have reversed."
"Nonsense, that's a top-tier racer, several levels above Watt!"
...
After the roar of the two bikes gradually faded, Ata could finally hear the discussions behind him.
What was going on? Who were they talking about? Damn, what's happening? Being left behind so much on a single straight?
The track was square, with few turns, only four per lap. Theoretically, turns were where a rider's skill was tested and where gaps were most easily created.
But to be left behind by such a large margin on a straight, Ata had never seen anything like it. This situation could only be due to two reasons: either the skill difference between the riders was too great, or Watt's bike had a problem. He clearly believed the latter more.
Just as he was about to pause the race to investigate, he saw a group of people rushing towards Su Mojin.
"Sister-in-law! Can you give us an autograph?"
"Yeah, beautiful, can you sign for Lin Shen for us?"
Some very non-standard Chinese phrases left Su Mojin momentarily stunned.
The dramatic victory over Qionghai at the A-country station had already attracted many fans for Lin Yan. Lin Yan now had some fame in A-country, so it was normal for fans to ask for autographs.
There were too many people, and Yang Tianming and Li Wei couldn't hold them back.
In the end, the little girl reluctantly signed autographs for them. Fortunately, the signature was simple, just writing the number 27. Racers usually signed with their numbers.
Of course, this only applied to some very skilled racers.
Yang Tianming and Li Wei were guarding nearby, preventing any trouble.
Lin Shen? Sister-in-law? Who is that?
Suddenly, Ata seemed to recall something and was startled. No way, he hadn't watched yesterday's race but had heard of Lin Shen's name.
At this moment, the two on the track reached the first corner. Lin Yan entered the corner first, his movements smooth and fluid.
With a forty-five-degree lean, Lin Yan was riding at a speed as casual as going out to buy groceries.
His relaxed posture, combined with his wind-blown pant legs, gave him an unrestrained and free aesthetic.
For Lin Yan, this was no longer leaning into a turn, but simply turning. Yet, even so, Watt behind him couldn't catch up.
Watt behind him was completely bewildered, his hand gripping the throttle starting to sweat slightly. What was the point of continuing this race? He should just concede.
Then came the second corner, the third corner. Lin Yan's entry angle for each corner did not exceed 45 degrees.
To the onlookers, Lin Yan's movements looked no different from a leisurely stroll.
"Forget it, this race is completely unwatchable."
"Indeed, hurry up in the front, don't finish so late that I haven't gotten my turn yet!"
...
Su Mojin was scribbling on the paper with a pen. She had to admit, signing autographs for fans felt quite exhilarating, like being a celebrity.
Soon, the two crossed the finish line, completing the first lap. In his peripheral vision, Lin Yan saw Su Mojin queuing up to sign autographs for fans. He smiled and shook his head. Never mind, let her have her fun. With Li Wei and Yang Tianming nearby, there shouldn't be any unexpected issues.
Looking straight ahead, he continued his leisurely ride. Although one should respect opponents in a race, Lin Yan felt there was no need for those who challenged without understanding the skill level.
The two were not far apart, with Watt trailing behind. However, closing that gap of a few meters was as difficult as ascending to heaven.
Two red figures chased each other, the exhausts emitting explosive roars.
This roar acted like a catalyst, further increasing their speed.
Ata was no longer standing foolishly at the finish line. He ran into the clubhouse to find the boss. This was a disaster! They had offended a big shot.