I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

Kowloon Bay is a natural bay on the east side of Victoria Harbour.

Emperor Duanzong of the Southern Song Dynasty, Zhao Shi, was nine years old when he was being pursued by the Yuan army and stayed here during his escape.

A year after he left Kowloon Bay, he died of illness caused by shock. The Southern Song Dynasty also ended the year after his death when the eight-year-old emperor Zhao Bing jumped off a cliff to die for his country.

After World War II, Hong Kong began to develop rapidly, and the Hong Kong British government also began large-scale land reclamation near Kowloon Bay.

Today, Kowloon Bay is bordered by the low-altitude flight path of Kai Tak Airport on one side and the infamous lawless Kowloon Walled City on the other.

If an airplane passes by.

Passengers looking down at Kowloon Bay from above will see that one side of the bay is crowded shantytowns, chaotic docks and factories, while the other side is a clean and modern airport.

Just like Hong Kong in that era.

Half of it represents the arduous lives of Hong Kong's residents, and the other half represents the blueprint for modern development that flies in the sky.

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The night wind carried the salty, damp smell of the harbor.

As soon as Li Chang'an brought Wen Zhilan to Kowloon Bay, they heard a buzzing noise overhead.

Wen Zhilan looked up and saw flights from Kai Tak Airport flying low overhead, their red and green navigation lights cutting through the night before disappearing into the distance.

As the plane flew away, the loud, blaring Western rock music from a nearby speaker began to blast into their ears, drowning out the melodious Cantonese songs playing on Wen Zhilan's Walkman.

Wen Zhilan frowned slightly and put away her Sony Walkman with displeasure.

Li Chang'an looked at the empty bayside road ahead.

That was the racecourse for the street motorcycle race from Kowloon Bay to Fei Ngo Shan Viewpoint.

Because it was a temporary setup, it was rather rough.

At the starting point, there were only roadblocks made of stacked red and white old tires, with gasoline drums used as dividers. Several off-road vehicles stood side by side with their high-powered headlights on.

A number of young men and women from motorcycle clubs were gathered around watching.

Many motorcyclists were already in position near the starting line.

As soon as Li Chang'an arrived, he saw Brother Lu leading the people from the Flying Shark Club.

"Mr. Li, it's wonderful that you could participate in the first match point."

"Brother Lu, when does the competition start?"

"It starts in twenty minutes. Would you like to familiarize yourself with the motorcycles our club has prepared for you first?"

There is generally a big difference between factory-built motorcycles and motorcycles modified specifically for racing.

For the purpose of racing, teams will generally remove any parts that can reduce the weight of the motorcycle, as well as modify the engine and remove exhaust restrictions, within the limits of the rules.

This will make the motorcycle more aggressive and violent, even at the cost of sacrificing its lifespan and comfort.

Many riders who are good at riding mass-produced motorcycles find it very difficult to adapt when riding racing bikes, partly due to changes in handling feel.

Lu Ge's invitation to Li Chang'an to participate in the practice match before the official competition also had this in mind.

He didn't expect Li Chang'an to produce results immediately; even if he ranked last, it wouldn't matter.

As long as Li Chang'an can take this opportunity to familiarize himself with the feel of the modified race car and get more practice, that will be fine.

Soon, the Flying Shark Club unveiled a black and gold Honda CB750 Four K6.

Brother Lu introduced:

"This Honda is an inline four-cylinder street bike, and its horsepower output is stronger than your current Yamaha."

And because it's chain-driven, it's more suitable for mountain road racing and drifting around corners compared to your Yamaha…”

Li Chang'an didn't understand or care about data or motorcycle structures.

He only believes that he has honed his body to its current state, reaching the limits of human potential, through 99% of his wisdom, effort, and sweat, and 1% of his skill points.

No matter what type of motorcycle it is, you'll know once you try it out.

Li Chang'an got on the bike, gripped the handlebars, and started the engine.

Ang ang ang—

The four-cylinder engine emitted a deep, explosive roar, powerful enough to make most people's palms go numb and make it difficult to hold on.

Li Chang'an twisted the accelerator slightly, and the car suddenly lurched forward an inch.

This power and acceleration are definitely much stronger than the previous Yamaha XS750.

At least Li Chang'an really didn't dare to take the squad leader for a ride on this motorcycle. If the squad leader didn't hold on tight enough, he might be thrown off the motorcycle.

Not far away, the owners of several other clubs were chatting idly. After hearing the roar of the Honda motorcycle engine, one of them looked in the direction of the Flying Shark Club.

"Is that a foreign player hired by the Flying Shark Club? Weren't they looking for a British professional driver to compete?"

"Boss Lu is heavily in debt right now, I guess he can't afford to hire him."

"Who is this new driver they've found? I don't think I've ever seen him in the industry."

"Judging from his clumsy handling of the motorcycle, he's probably just an unknown young man. But for a small club like this, it's just a formality; it doesn't matter who they send..."

Seeing that Li Chang'an wasn't anything special, the club owners quickly changed the subject and started talking about other things.

Just then, a deep, resonant sound came from ahead.

It was a Ducati SS900, its silver-white body gleaming coldly.

This highly recognizable motorcycle immediately attracted everyone's attention, and some veterans in the motorcycle community recognized the owner.

"It's Mr. Fu! He actually came to Hong Kong!"

"Who is Mr. Fu? Is he a very skilled driver?"

A female car model at the Kowloon Bay race site curiously asked the club owner next to her.

The boss gave a light snort and said:

"Mr. Fu is certainly a skilled driver. When he was young, he came to Hong Kong to race cars and earned the title of 'King of Mountain Cars'."

After returning to Macau, Mr. Fu also participated in the Macau Grand Prix street races for motorcycles and cars for many years, competing with the top international champion riders. He is the most skilled motorcyclist among the wealthy Chinese families.

(Grand Prix is ​​a Cantonese transliteration of the term, meaning a top-level international grand prix. The Macau Grand Prix was founded in 1954 and is officially certified by the Macau government and the FIA.)

The female car model keenly caught the phrase "Chinese tycoon family." Her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Is Mr. Fu's status very prominent?"

"Of course, you know what makes the most money in Macau."

"Going to the casino to gamble?"

Upon hearing this, the boss gave the female car model a disdainful look.

"Pretty girl, this is the limitation of your perspective. That's why you can only be a small-time model in amateur sports arenas, unlike others who can be published in fashion magazines and become big stars."

The female car model cursed inwardly at this old rascal's sharp tongue; she had only asked out of curiosity, and yet she was being lectured.

But she still forced a smile and sweetly asked him for guidance.

Having satisfied his vanity, the boss continued:

"The only outcome for gamblers is to lose money; it's just a matter of how much they lose. The money they earn can't be taken out of the gambling table."

Throughout history, the only ones who can profit at the gambling table are the house, that is, the casino itself.

"Macau's casinos are under a monopoly. Mr. Fu Laorong, who is revered as the second-generation gambling king of Macau, was once the hegemon who monopolized the gambling industry in Macau."

And he was Mr. Fu's grandfather! He was once the wealthiest man in Macau!

Fu Zongze's arrival excited the motorcyclists and club owners present, but the class difference between them was too great, and none of them dared to go up and talk to him.

Fu Zongze had no interest in dealing with these people.

He parked his Ducati in a corner, took off his helmet, went to the bay to enjoy the breeze, and lit a Portuguese cigar.

Suddenly, Fu Zongze noticed that the girl who was accompanying a boy practicing driving in the distance looked familiar.

The other person seemed to notice his gaze and instinctively shrank back behind the boy.

Fu Zongze frowned, exhaled a smoke ring, and strode towards the Flying Shark Club's grounds.

"Xiao Lan, does your father know that you're not staying home properly in the middle of the night, but instead running off to Kowloon to ride motorcycles?"

Hearing the sound, Wen Zhilan reluctantly stepped out from behind Li Chang'an.

The usually composed class monitor obediently lowered his head and whispered:

"Uncle Fu, could you please not tell my dad...?"

Fu Zongze didn't speak, but narrowed his eyes and scrutinized Li Chang'an standing in front of her.