America: Starting with the Last Liberty

Dominic pulled Rosen to the side of the handsome, black-haired young man who was being protected by several men in black.

"Young Master Martin, it's been a long time!"

"Dominic, I was just looking for you!"

The handsome, dark-haired young man gave Dominic a warm hug; the two seemed to be good friends.

Rosen observed the handsome, dark-haired youth discreetly from the side.

This guy's name is Martin. Could he be Martin Bonanno, the one who organized this underground racing competition?

The answer was soon revealed as Dominic began to introduce Rosen.

"Mr. Martin, this is Rosen, he's an incredibly skilled driver! Remember the one who outmaneuvered the LAPD on the Los Angeles Ring Expressway in early May? That's him!"

Upon hearing this, Martin's previously listless expression immediately changed.

"Really? Hello, my name is Martin Bonanno!"

"Rosen, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Are you Japanese or Korean?

"No, I'm from Tokyo University."

"Wow, the sleeping lion of the East! I really want to visit the University of Tokyo, but unfortunately I can't because of my status."

Napoleon famously described the University of Tokyo as a sleeping lion, and judging from Martin's expression, he seems genuinely interested in the university.

Unfortunately, Martin Jr., from the Bonanno family, is destined to have a difficult time getting into the University of Tokyo.

"That's truly a pity!"

Other competitors came over to greet Martin, including the black man next to Megan whom Rosen had just met.

Rosen also saw Brian in disguise; the guy's makeup was very heavy, but Rosen still saw through it.

Most people were friendly and no one dared to put on airs in front of Martin.

The plan to infiltrate the Bonanno family through Phil and Dennis was not very successful, so Rosen prepared to use Martin Jr.'s identity.

However, Rosen didn't rush things, as that would be too suspicious.

At that moment, after greeting Martin, someone ran up to Dominic and started provoking him.

This was a man with distinctly Asian features, and Swifa couldn't help but lean close to Rosen's ear and ask him a question.

"Little Rosen, is he your compatriot?"

"No! He's definitely Korean."

While Europeans and Americans often cannot distinguish between people from the three East Asian countries, people from the three East Asian countries can easily tell them apart.

"Dominic Toledo, I didn't expect someone with your driving skills to dare to participate in this race."

These words made Tang's expression less than pleasant, but he remained relatively calm, knowing that this was not the place to argue.

"Johnny Chen, get lost! I don't want to argue with you in this situation!"

"I have no interest in arguing with you, but shouldn't we settle our past scores?"

"We can settle the score after the match!"

"That would be best!"

Those around them, including Martin Jr., simply watched the standoff between Dominic and Johnny Chen; it was difficult for outsiders to interfere in such a personal feud.

Even the underworld has its rules. Speaking up for Dominic now would be tantamount to becoming an enemy of Johnny Chen.

Even Martin Jr. wouldn't act recklessly.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's almost 12 o'clock, everyone get ready!"

Martin's words were also an ultimatum; he didn't want any trouble at the competition he was organizing.

All the drivers returned to their cars to make final preparations.

Rosen was surprised to find that Martin had also gotten into his Porsche 911 to prepare for the race. He had thought Martin was just a sponsor, but he didn't expect him to be a driver as well.

Rosen was very surprised that the young master of the prestigious Bonanno family would personally participate in the match.

Svefa, sitting in the passenger seat, offered an explanation.

"Martin Bonanno's obsession with racing is well-known in the Los Angeles underworld, so you shouldn't be too surprised."

Rosen raised an eyebrow.

"Old Martin probably isn't too happy about Little Martin's hobbies, is he?"

"Yes, but old Martin can't keep young Martin by his side all the time. Young Martin will eventually find a chance to go out and have some fun."

Rosen understood.

At that moment, a man in black approached the car window and told Rosen to tune the radio to a specific frequency.

It turns out that Martin had gotten his hands on a private radio station to provide commentary on the underground match, allowing the live audience to understand the game through the commentary.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Bob, your commentator, and I'll be providing commentary for this race today!"

A deep, magnetic voice came from the radio.

Martin did a pretty professional job organizing this racing competition; he even had it broadcast live on the radio. Now all that's missing is a live TV broadcast.

Perhaps later in the competition, there will actually be a live television broadcast.

After all, the police had already received the news and laid a tight net, so such a feat naturally needed to be publicized.

"...All 16 contestants are ready, and now we're just waiting for 12 o'clock sharp for the competition to officially begin!"

Around the track, many spectators had already begun shouting for their favorite drivers.

Martin was the loudest cheering, waving to the surrounding crowd like a superstar.

Dominic and John Chen also have a certain level of popularity; both are well-known drivers in the Los Angeles underworld.

Even Rosen, with his more handsome face than Martin Jr., gained some supporters.

Franklin, however, had little support because he was unknown and an unremarkable Black man.

But Megan, sitting in the passenger seat of Franklin's car, didn't care. She was filming with her DV camera, and she was very interested in what was happening tonight, something she had never seen in over twenty years.

"Meghan, I...I'm a little nervous!"

Why are you so nervous?

Megan didn't turn around and continued filming.

"Actually, this is my first time participating in this kind of underground racing competition!"

"Clam?"

Megan looked at Franklin in surprise.

"What do you mean? You've never raced before?"

"Yes! But becoming a race car driver has always been my dream, which is why I scraped together the registration fee to participate!"

Megan was speechless.

"Um, Xiao Fu, is it too late for me to get off the bus now?"

It was clearly too late, as the radio announcer had already started the countdown.

A tall, sexy woman walked past the race car holding a flag.

"10, 9, 8..."

Franklin instinctively mimicked the actions of the drivers around him, starting the engine and beginning a burnout.

Burnout refers to the phenomenon where the rear wheels spin freely when the brake and accelerator are pressed simultaneously while the vehicle is stationary.

The intense friction between the tires and the ground generates tremendous noise and smoke, creating a strong visual effect. It also allows the tires to quickly reach their optimal friction melting temperature, greatly improving grip.

Therefore, before many racing competitions begin, you can see drivers performing burnouts.

Megan suddenly became nervous. She gripped the roof railing with one hand while still holding onto the DV camera tightly with the other to continue filming.

At that moment, Megan saw the purple Dodge Viper next to her, and the handsome Asian young man sitting inside matched the memory in her mind.

"Wait! Xiao Fu, I remember seeing that Asian youth somewhere before!"