In the south-facing open space next to the Top Plus Bar, there is a barbed wire fence more than two meters high. A pure straight track lies quietly inside. Looking towards the end of the track, a nearly vertical mountain wall stands out.
Kuriyama Mai looked at the time. It was not yet midnight, but rows after rows of beautiful motorcycles were already parked outside the barbed wire fence.
He walked toward the entrance of the track mixed in with the crowd. Most of the crowd had colorful hair, making Kuriyama Mai's mottled yellow hair look lost in the crowd.
Walking into the stadium, the stands have been set up. Although they are just simple metal stands, there are already groups of young people sitting on the stands. They are chatting and joking with each other, drinking and making noises, making it very lively.
Plus some of them were holding colored smoke, some were waving flags, and some were gathering together and singing songs they didn’t understand loudly...
The atmosphere of the entire underground racing competition has been heightened.
Opposite the grandstand is a row of tents of the same color, with big signs saying: Registration Office, Inspection Office, Equipment Inspection Office, Vehicle Preparation Area, and Contestant Preparation Area.
Kuriyama Mai walked towards the registration office. Along the way, some people were doing tire burning, some were twisting the accelerator in place to hear the sound, and some were performing stunt motorcycles on the track before the race started.
There were constant cheers, whistles and screams from the stands.
But when Kuriyama Mai walked to the registration office, he realized that there were very few people who had actually signed up. There were two people in front of him who were filling in various information, and it was his turn after a while.
"The registration fee is 10,000 yen, can you afford it?" a dark-faced man wearing a standard reflective vest asked gruffly.
"What do you mean, you can sign up even if you don't have money?" Kuriyama Mai caught the blind spot.
"If you don't have money, go over there and sign a gambling agreement. Next one!" The black-faced man was too lazy to talk nonsense and waved him to report to another tent.
A lean person in charge of the tent over there didn't even look at him and asked impatiently:
"Do you have a car? The displacement must be less than 400cc and it must pass our inspection."
"Ah?" Kuriyama Mai couldn't help but be stunned. Can I participate even if I don't have a car?
He originally planned to exchange the R15M in the system for a look, but once he heard that they wanted to test it, he gave up the idea.
If these guys find out about the high-tech gadgets in the system's cars, it will still be a disaster.
"No." He was going to see what the cars provided here looked like.
"Sign this."
The man didn't even look at him, he just handed him two standard contracts and asked him to sign them quickly.
One of them is a small loan contract worth 1.5 million yen, with an annual interest rate of more than 28%. The other is an accident insurance, with a maximum compensation amount of 20 million yen...
Kuriyama Mai looked at it carefully for a while and asked the man:
"Isn't the registration fee 10,000? Why is this contract 1 million?"
"Stop talking nonsense!" The lean man glared at him, "Why don't you want to pay for the car and insurance? If you don't sign, get out!"
Kuriyama Mai was very unhappy seeing his arrogant attitude and said coldly:
"Then if I finish the race in 18 seconds, I'm just going to work for a bank?"
"Ha~" The man smiled coldly at him, "If you can finish the game within 18 seconds, the contract will automatically be voided. If you can advance to the finals, in addition to the bonus, the casino can also lend you another 2 million yen interest-free loan, understand. Yet?"
"Is this true?"
Kuriyama Mai thought to himself, this gambler who couldn't even afford the 10,000 yen registration fee came here to take the last shot. No wonder there were so many casualties in the last game.
What shocked him the most was the insurance contract. The contract stipulated that the compensation would be automatically repaid to the insured's debt before the remaining money would be transferred to the relevant beneficiary...
This, I really have to squeeze all my bones dry for these gambling dogs...
The lean man looked as if he wanted to kill someone and cursed at him angrily:
"You dare to question the Qingkou group? Do you still want to live?"
"Okay, okay!"
After all, they wanted to get the first pot of gold from their Qinggugumi group, and Kuriyama Mai didn't want to escalate the conflict too early, so he solemnly signed Hayato Yamazaki's name in the loan agreement and insurance contract.
A tall, thin man with red and swollen eyes beside him kept murmuring: "As long as you are bold this time, you will definitely be able to make a comeback, you will definitely be able to make a comeback..."
Kuriyama Mai looked at his heavily poisoned face and couldn't help but shake his head. Betting on dogs might lead to death.
He turned around and walked to the next tent. After signing the pledge of voluntary participation, two motorcycle girls wearing sexy and tight leather clothes came towards him.
"So handsome!"
"Super brave hunk!"
"I really like!"
The two of them held him in the middle, one on the left and the other on the right. The strong smell of lychee perfume from their hair and body hit their nostrils, and the softness of their bodies rubbed against him from time to time.
After a short journey, Kuriyama Mai just felt uncomfortable inside. For a desperate gambler, this might be equivalent to a life-long meal...
When they arrived at the equipment inspection area, they smiled and handed Kuriyama Mai the 46 number plate. They also gently measured his head circumference and body measurements, and handed him the most suitable protective gear.
When helping him put on protective gear, not only did he not have to lift his hands, but he also carefully explained to him the precautions for the competition and the subsequent car inspection process.
Finally, with a bright smile, he made a cheering gesture to Kuriyama Mai.
"Handsome guy! If you get the top three! We all belong to you tonight!"
Kuriyama Mai took a closer look at the fishnet stockings under their leather shorts. Overall, they had a curvy figure. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart, this mussel group really eats up humanity...
Then two professional-looking mechanics brought him a Kawasaki 250SL. The car seemed to be in good condition, but he could only ride it when it was his turn to compete.
He is familiar with this car. It accelerates from 0-100 in about 8 seconds. It only takes 18 seconds to cover 350 meters. It only needs to accelerate to 100 kilometers and then maintain a constant speed for more than 9 seconds.
If you want to push the limit, you only need to accelerate to 125 kilometers and maintain it for 2 seconds, then you can just stop on the cliff.
He tried it for a while and found that the engine, brake and damping were all normal, and he was confident about the race.
For those players who come with their own bikes, technicians here will conduct mandatory inspections, remove lights, rearview mirrors and other accessories, and even pull the dynamometer to see if the displacement and performance are up to standard.
The people in the Qingkou group are quite professional about cars.
Seeing that there was still some time left, Kuriyama Mai walked along the side of the track towards the finish line, carefully keeping track of the road conditions in his mind.
Even with [Car Skill S] in hand, he still has to make sure everything is foolproof.
At this time, people from the Qingkou group had already begun to clear the track and used waste tires to divide the track into eight strips, with each strip 2.5 meters apart.
But the tire barrier disappeared when it reached the finish line. In the last 50 meters of the deceleration zone, only a 1.5-meter-high concrete wall about 1 meter thick remained on both sides of the track.
This purpose of not leaving a median was probably to watch the car crash, Kuriyama Mai secretly thought.
If someone feels unable to brake and wants to take a diagonal route to increase the braking distance, they will inevitably be hit head-on by the car behind them. After all, everyone is masked and blinded.
Because not far behind the low wall opposite, it seems to be a stand exclusively for VIPs.
Because all other places are full, only this place is empty, as if waiting for the attention of the boss.
Kuriyama Mai walked to the mountain wall and saw a one-meter thread clearly pasted with reflective tape.
Although the mountain wall is not vertical, the slope is also upwards at 70 degrees. And it seemed extremely rough to the touch, and a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.
"Participants please gather at the inspection office to draw lots!"
A loud broadcast sound came from the Qingkou group's tent. Hearing the sound, Kuriyama Mai walked towards the inspection office.
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"Lady and Gentleman, let's start the game tonight!"
Three DJs in hot clothes were standing on a 5-meter elevated car, driving slowly in the middle of the track, igniting the atmosphere for the surrounding audience!
The walking elevated car carries countless subwoofers. Wherever it goes, the audience becomes excited.
A dozen good-looking girls, regardless of the slight chill in early spring, ran to one stand after another in cool motorcycle girl clothes, stood in the middle of the audience and started dancing sexy.
The seductive and suggestive dance moves made the audience excited, waiting for the exciting competition to begin.
But there was one exception. A young woman dressed simply, wearing a mask and sunglasses was unmoved. She sat in a corner of the stands, and her painting style seemed incompatible with her surroundings.
After all, she came here just to see that man.
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Seeing that the contestants were already gathering in the preparation area, a person quietly walked to the vehicle preparation area and whispered to the head technician:
"Drain the brake fluid on car No. 46!"
"I obey, Brother Tanaka."
After the man finished speaking, he couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"You still dare to call yourself a Jiexi pheasant, and I will turn you into a dead chicken tonight!"
