I practiced my spirituality alone in Hong Kong.

Chapter 91 Road Rash

Xu Nanjia, accompanied by her photographer partner Ah Wei, drove a van to Lung Cheung Road in Sham Shui Po District, Kowloon.

This area is full of small factories and old tenement buildings. Usually, the streets are so quiet late at night that you can't see a single person.

However, when Xu Nanjia arrived, she saw that the street was full of young men and women, and there were even vendors pushing carts selling beer and peanuts.

"Can a motorcycle race at such a small stage really be this popular?"

While taking pictures, Ah Wei explained, "Sister Jia, what's hot isn't the race, it's Kowloon's racing legend, Li Chang'an."

Now, when betting companies offer car racing betting, they specifically list out the betting scenarios where he could win six championships.

"It just so happens that Hong Kong TV stations have been promoting the Hong Kong Motorcycle Race this weekend, which has made motorcycles a hot topic again."

Now that people from both inside and outside the industry have come, it's bound to be lively.

Xu Nanjia thought of Su Xingning, who was still crying at home, and snorted coldly: "Pah, what Kowloon racing god? The name sounds impressive, but he just bullies Hong Kong because there are no good racers."

Once the Hong Kong Motorcycle Race started, the international professional riders outpaced him, and he realized what it meant to be outmatched.

Let's see if Li Chang'an still has the face to call himself the "God of Cars" then.

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Ah Wei scratched his head, not understanding why Xu Nanjia had such a strong opinion about that Kowloon racing legend.

Suddenly, Ah Wei caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, quickly put away his camera, and whispered a reminder: "Sister Jia, that gray guy has shown up."

Following the direction Ah Wei pointed, Xu Nanjia saw a man with dyed red hair and a hippie outfit in front of him, with the character "God" tattooed on his wrist.

If Li Chang'an were there, he would definitely recognize that this person was the cowardly hippie who had been scared away by him after causing a disturbance in Shek Tong Tsui.

Xu Nanjia took out a bottle of perfume spray and started spraying it on herself and Awei.

However, after the two of them sprayed it, there was no delicate fragrance; instead, it had a decadent, alcoholic smell.

Because the perfume spray bottle didn't contain perfume, but beer.

After Xu Nanjia finished dressing and made sure that the two of them had completely embraced the hippie image, she walked towards the red-haired man.

"Brother Flowery Shirt, you've finally arrived! We thought you were standing us up."

Xu Nanjia lowered his voice and shouted in a falsetto male voice.

"Oh, Ah Xian and Ah Wei, huh?"

The man in the floral shirt, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, greeted the two men.

"Hey, what happened to your hand, guy in the floral shirt?"

The guy in the flowery shirt glanced at his bandaged finger, coughed lightly, and said casually in a nonchalant tone, "It's nothing, I just accidentally cut my hand while disciplining a clueless student."

"Which student dares to mess with the guy in the floral shirt?!"

Xu Nanjia was being polite when she suddenly heard a commotion in the crowd.

It was a black and gold Honda motorcycle that arrived at the starting point of Longxiang Road.

People on the street looked at Li Chang'an in the car and exclaimed in amazement, "Isn't that the Kowloon Speed ​​King who recently swept through all the major motorcycle clubs and race venues in Kowloon?"

"She looks so young."

The man in the floral shirt was also looking at Li Chang'an, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes.

But I don't know if it's a coincidence.

The next moment, Li Chang'an's indifferent but oppressive gaze swept over him.

The man in the floral shirt suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and the cold shot straight to the top of his head. He hurriedly lowered his head and didn't even dare to breathe.

"What's wrong, Flower Shirt Guy?"

Xu Nanjia watched this guy jump around in alarm, as if he were being stared at by a tiger and was sweating profusely. She wondered if this scumbag had hit a wall.

If you knock someone silly, you won't get any useful clues, and today's trip will have been a waste.

"It's nothing, it's just that it's too messy here—" The man in the floral shirt lowered his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"You two wanted to ask me where you could get fresh goods, right? I have connections, and I can take you there."

But it's not convenient here, let's go over there to talk."

Xu Nanjia nodded and followed Brother Huashan to a secluded place.

She wasn't sure if it was just her imagination, but she had a feeling that the guy in the flowery shirt was hiding from something.

Is there something in this arena that frightens him?

For some reason, Xu Nanjia also felt a bit cold, as if a pair of terrifying eyes were staring at her.

She subconsciously tightened her leather jacket, glanced around warily, and quickened her pace.

"What's wrong, Li Chang'an?"

"It's nothing, squad leader, we just saw a few bugs."

Hearing Li Chang'an's casual reply, Wen Zhilan pouted.

"The match is about to start, so be serious."

This is the last simulated race before the Hong Kong Motorcycle Grand Prix, and I've bet a lot of money on you winning.

"I've been relying on you to earn my pocket money lately, Li Chang'an."

Li Chang'an rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Squad leader, could you be a little more tactful next time you talk about something like this?"

Beep—

A whistle blew.

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This is a signal that the match is about to begin.

Wen Zhilan stuck out her pink tongue at Li Chang'an, waved to him, and said, "I'll wait for you to come back from winning the championship, and then I'll treat you to a late-night snack with the money I win."

"Then I have to win in order to get the class monitor's late-night snack."

Li Chang'an put on his helmet and said goodbye to his squad leader.

Just then, a driver next to him tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, "Mr. Li, interested in making a deal?"

"What kind of deal?"

"If you don't win the championship in this competition, my boss will give you HK$1."

"Who's your boss? Someone from the club, or the bookmaker at the casino?"

The driver didn't speak, but repeated, "Would you be willing to make a deal, Mr. Li? The prize money for this race point is only one thousand Hong Kong dollars, but my boss can give you ten times that amount."

Li Chang'an shook his head.

"The class monitor said he would treat me to a late-night snack if we won, but I won't get to eat it if we don't win the championship."

Driver: "?"

What kind of class monitor is this? The late-night snacks are all over the place.

The driver snorted, assuming that Li Chang'an was just arguing and talking nonsense.

"Mr. Li, you have made the wrong decision. If you don't cooperate, you won't get the money, and you can forget about winning the championship."

After making the threat, he made a hand gesture.

The surrounding drivers immediately started their engines to warm up their tires while adjusting their cars, aiming their vehicles menacingly at Li Chang'an.

With motorcycle racing recently gaining popularity in Hong Kong, Li Chang'an has become a well-known figure in the industry.

The betting volume in this Longxiang Road motorcycle race on the underground market has ballooned so much that even the bookmakers are getting restless and want to get involved themselves to take control and reap the rewards.

Since they couldn't bribe Li Chang'an, they decided to have all the drivers gang up on him and block his car!

Li Chang'an remained expressionless, seemingly unconcerned about being isolated and besieged.

Beep!

A sharp referee's whistle pierced the night sky once again, drowning out all the noise.

"Everyone, get ready—Go!"

The next second, amidst screams from onlookers, more than ten motorcycles roared to life at the same time.

As soon as they crossed the starting line, they immediately split into two teams, left and right, and swiftly surrounded Li Chang'an from both sides.

As the locomotives on both sides approached step by step, narrowing the gap and about to trap Li Chang'an's car in the middle.

The driver who had previously claimed to want to work with him was now very close, even secretly sticking his foot out, trying to disrupt the balance of his car.

Li Chang'an's expression remained unchanged. His right hand fingers were slightly bent, and the flicking motion was so fast that only a blur remained.

A mini nail-headed dart, which Li Changning had made at the blacksmith's shop, flew out with a "whoosh" and accurately embedded itself in the front tire of his motorcycle.

boom--!

The tire burst and deflated on the spot.

The man suddenly lost his balance, screamed, and fell to the ground with his vehicle, sliding several meters in a sorry state, directly blocking the path of the convoy flanking him on the left.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the formation of the drivers blocking Li Chang'an on the left, a gap appeared in the encirclement.

Li Chang'an twisted the throttle to the floor, and his motorcycle shot out like a wild beast, breaking through the gaps and leaving a large number of vehicles behind.

Seeing that the drivers behind him were still trying to accelerate and continue to surround him, Li Chang'an used his sleeve as cover to flick his fingertips and accurately shoot out a series of nail-headed darts.

call out!call out!call out!

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out one after another, and without exception, every motorcycle that tried to surround him had a flat tire!

Li Chang'an laughed heartily in the night breeze.

Since you guys are playing dirty, don't blame me for playing violent motorcycle and item races with you!

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