Chapter 78 - The outsider horse

Translator: Lionwwang  Editor: Lionwwang

Dorra has questioned me more than twenty times about how brother 4’s leg was broken by me.

I just laugh bittely and don’t say anything. It can be seen that this fellow is the brother 4 in this circle that everyone reveres now. But at that time, he was only the bald little 4.

“I see!” Her eyes are shining and she’s laughing and saying without caring about me, “It must be you and him were racing motorcycles! You won, he couldn’t even catch up with your taillights! As a result, he fought with you with hatred, and you broke his leg?”

“No at all!”

“Then… It must be the two of you were racing and went through a lot of dangers along the way. As a result, he broke his leg because he couldn’t compete with you and suddenly had a car accident!” The little girlis still looking up at me.

I’m laughing: “You must have seen too many racing movies.”

Later, I refuse to say whatever she asks. But her interests are growing higher and higher. I just have found that women’s curiosity is really terrible! No matter an eighty-year-old grandma or an eighteen-year-old girl, their curiosities are really the same terrible! If I haven’t pulled her, I’m afraid she would have gone straight to ask bald 4.

Being stimulated by curiosity, she’s giving full play to her wisdom and intelligence, and making a serious analysis: “You said you broke his leg, then he must hate you very much! But you’re here as if you aren’t afraid at all… This is his territory! Are you not afraid that he will take a bunch of people to scrap you? Aren’t you afraid of his revenge at all? And there must be a reason for that!”

I have to say that her analysis is getting closer and closer to the facts. I just laugh and still speak nothing.

After ten o’clock in the evening, all the motorcycles turn on their lights. Dozens of lights turn into countless lamp posts. Then, in all directions, there are deafening pop music in the sound of many motorcycles. Bottles of wines are drunk. Here becomes a big carnival party!

I’ve been following Dorra around, checking the time, and looking for the opportunity to pull her back home. But she’s just drinking and talking with several classmates; dancing, and doing nothing out of the ordinary. So, I can’t be too strict with her.

I know, in a moment later, the motorcycle race is about to start!

Motorcycle racing drivers in this city usually leave late because the traffic police are offwork at that hour. And the choice of motorcycle racing section is also crucial. The roads with the least street lights, the widest road and the least traffic flow should be chosen. Generally speaking, the three main roads from east to south are the best racing roads at night. Here can drive all the way from the hillside to the South Gate of the city.

Dozens of motorcycles start roaring, and some are simply driving around the lake, usually a little mess is driving with a girl behind. The girls behind are basically half standing, some even playing crazy, simply taking off their underwear and waving in their hands, arousing the screaming and cheering all around.

Generally speaking, the racing group’s motorcycles modify the throttle line, mostly above 250CC. Because the muffler has been removed, the sound of the motocycle has been put to the maximum, and the roaring will be stimulated the blood of these people.

Dorra’s face is also red now.

Finally, the race is starting.

There are not too many rules for this kind of motorcycle racing. You can go on a cart if you like. There is also some private gambling. Generally speaking, people around can bet money on winning or losing. It is a kind of peripheral gambling. The bets here are not big, one people generally belows one thousand for each game. But within so many bets, the total amount is huge!

And I find Little 4 is the dealer here!

“It seems he’s doing well here.” I sigh.

Motorcycle racing is nothing. A little mess, as long as he has money to buy a good motorcycle, can be a part of it. Because the motorcycle race here is mostly low-tech, good motocycle can occupy an absolute advantage. But to be a dealer to host a gamble, this force is not ordinary!

Looking at Dorra’s excitement, I can’t help asking: “Have you raced too?”

She is stunned and sighing: “No… My baby isn’t good enough. My hound can’t compete in speed.”

I am a little relieved, but then she says: “But I often gamble, I always win!”

“Oh?”

“Of course!” She’s pulling me through the crowd. Inside has cleared out a runway, a row of racing motorcycles has been arranged, are doing the final debugging. Probably a gambling game is also about to start.

She takes me to the front of the crowd, looking at the motorcycles for a long time, listens carefully, coming up to me in a mysterious way and saying: “I already know who can win!”

“Who?”

She looks confident and pointing to the fourth one quietly. It’s a Suzuki 7AA, which is a more advanced motorcycle here. She says with a grin: “That’s it. I’ve seen it. It’s super cool! In third gear, if the throttle is a little bigger, it’s easy to get over a hundred yards! You listen to his shunting now, the engine sounds so damn good! Absolutely refitted!”

I pretend not to hear her rudeness and tell myself to take it slowly. It’s only a slight fault to say rudeness! Don’t mind too much. However, the little girl probably realizes that she has said rude words. She looks at me very carefully, and sees that I have no reaction, so she is relieved.

I deliberately laugh and say: “You seem to know motorcycles very well?”

“That’s it!” Immediately, she is in high spirits again, “This Suzuki 7AA is my favorite! You see, its exhaust pipe is retrofitted. The performance is absolutely top-notch!”

Then she’s looking at me with a twinkle in her eyes and whispering, “Hey, don’t you really not race?”

“No!” I shake my head dirmly.

“Cut!” This little girl is very unhappy and pulling over a little bastard who is receiving bets next: “The. 4th, 500!” Then she is going to take out her wallet.

I quickly grab her and whisper: “What are you doing?”

“Betting!” She gives me a sidelong look, “Make a profit! This is a winning one!”

I laugh and say suddenly: “I say it won’t win!”

“What?”

I look into her eyes and say: “I can bet with you, the 6th, that Honda NSR will win.”

“Ah?” She is apparently stunned and opening her mouth in surprise, “That NSR? Impossible! Do you make a mistake? NSR short track speed-up is good, but there is no advantage in running. And I don’t think I ever met the person who drives this NSR. He’s new here, isn’t he?”

I take a breath and look at the NSR. The rider is wearing a black coat and a pair of protective goggles on his head. Motorcycle racing here, wearing a helmet will be laughed at! I look at the man with eyes flickering, staring at him for a minute, then look back at her and smile: “Are you gambling or not?”

“Good!” Her interest has been raised and says, “I bet 7AA wins! You bet that NSR wins! If 7AA wins, you promise to help me do one thing!”

“What thing?”

She is snickering: “You promise me to go off for a lap!”

“Good.” I laugh and say, “If NSR wins… You have to listen to me one thing too!”

“What thing?”

I laugh and say: “Now I won’t say, you have to promise me one thing anyway! Anything! No repentance!”

“Will I be afraid of you?” She’s raising her eyebrows.

I don’t let her give out the money. Just take it as a private bet between us.

Kidding! I know that the 7AA must not be able to win the NSR. How can I let her throw 500 money in vain?

After a while, someone is announcing that the race is ready to start loudly with the loudspeakers. The crowd are backing up, and the riders are pushing their motorcycles down to the road. The tall girl in the skirt next to the Bald 4, carrying a red light in her hand, going to the middle of the road and making a very coquettish gesture.

For a moment, the roars of the motocycles are coming and going. When the red light turns off, all the motocycles are speeding out!

The 7AA accelerates so fast that it is driving to the first one!

Dorra is jumping with excitement, screaming and laughing. I stand by her carefully and light myself a cigarette. I look across the street. Little 4’s bald head is very conspicuous in the light. A few younger brother-like people are following him. He and the betting guys are whispering something, and a triumphant smile is appearing on his face.

Hum, this fellow, is still playing with the same conventional methods!

If I haven’t been in this circle before, I would surely be betting on the 7AA like Dorra today!

In fact, it’s very simple. If you are a dealer, you’ll try to cheat all the times. Otherwise, where can dealers make money?

Most people, at least these people do know the motocycles, can see that that 7AA is absolutely the one with the best performance. They will naturally bet money on it!

If this motorcycle wins, won’t Bald 4 lose money?

How can be that easy?

Generally speaking, those dealers will control the gambling games! For example, the NSR I’ve been observing for a long time is definitely the “outsider horse” that Little 4 invited for tonight to control the game!

The so-called “outside horse” is actually a special term of this circle. Generally speaking, these guys are the really good riders! Some of them are high-price invited from other places, with new faces, some unknown masters who seldom appear in local motorcycle racing circle. Some big gambling games, the dealers will even pay to Macau to find professional drivers!

These amateur motorcycle racers can hardly be the rivals of the professional racers. After all, the stories of street racers who can beat professional racers only appear in the movie. It’s all made up!

And unfortunately, I’ve seen through tonight. I know the rider driving the NSR, the “outside horse” who Bald 4 invited tonight.

Tonight’s racing section is a total of four streets, more than 20 kilometers back and forth. The section is not long, each section has been arranged people to keep news updated!

Not long ago, the first message comes back.

“Park junction… NSR leads, 7AA second, one parking space behind. NSR speed-up is very fierce, the short-track advantage is very strong, 7AA is now catching up, following the long street running up, I believe 7AA can have a chance to overtake!”

Someone finishes the announcement with a loudspeaker, and immediately causes a burst of shouting and cheering, while some others are cursing.

Dorra is still hard mouthed and refusing to give in: “NSR short-track speed-up is just powerful! There’s a long street behind. Look who is better finally! Hum!”

I laugh and say nothing. Just smoking calmly, but I can’t help but see the Bald 4 on the other side shooting me a cold look!

“At the gate of the city, NSR keep leading! The advantages are gradually expanding! Second Group 7AA is in the lead, CB400 is catching up! FXXX! That NSR is absolutely amazing tonight! How is it possible to lead in the long track too?”

When the second message comes, Dorra’s confidence is crushed. A lot of people who bet on 7AA are cursing, and some even starting smashing bottles with anger.

She’s staring at me for a long time and pulling me to one side: “Chen Yang… You… How do you guess that? You must know something about it, don’t you?” Seeing that I am silent, she’s grabbing my arm and shaking it forcefully for several times.

“Could you tell me? Please!”

I look around and say in a low voice with laugh: “I know the rider driving the NSR. I never saw that motocycle, but I’m sure his tires are different from those of others.”

“Oh?”

“First of all, I know that guy’s habits. He is a master. The kids here can’t be his opponents. At least, he’s skilled. Although his NSR is general, but the tires are all nitrogen-fueled! This is more professional than others! Nitrogen-filled tires are not easy to heat up and shrink, and have small deformation range. They can maintain stable tire pressure, improve the stability of tires while driving, and ensure driving comfort. This is an important advantage. As for the performance of the 7AA motorcycle you mention, it’s only under normal circumstances. The real master not only compete the performance of the motocycle, but also the driving skills with you!”

“But… We all don’t know the guy who are driving the NSR. Where does he come from?”

I glance at her and say: “What do your little babies know? Are the real masters screaming and driving around like you? What is a master? Every master is not visible in his daily life. He just shows at a critical moment!”

After a pause, I come up with another fact that shocking her: “That fellow who’s driving NSR, I’ve known him for years. He used to drive No. 13 bus in the city.”

This almost chokes her to death by her own saliva.