At the end of East Street, there were no more buildings, only a few small houses on both sides.
After passing East Street and leaving the city, they took the first right turn. The group of young men with their "ghost fire" motorcycles were actually leaning into the turn.
However, their leaning technique looked somewhat comical. Their bodies were leaning, but the motorcycles remained upright, and during the turn, they even used what looked like the "Luoxi Leg" maneuver.
If performed correctly, it would undoubtedly be very cool, but their posture gave Lin Yan the impression of someone who didn't know how to do it but was trying to fake it.
Of course, Lin Yan didn't show off when he turned; he simply made a normal turn, keeping both his motorcycle and body straight.
Following behind this group, Lin Yan only needed to maintain a leisurely pace. There was no need to go too fast. The only concern was whether these people would split up, which would be troublesome.
Outside the East District, the terrain was flat, and the visibility was good, making it convenient for vehicles to travel. The few "ghost fire" motorcycles ahead continued to speed along, their exhausts popping and crackling.
Lin Yan was now wondering why they weren't closer to the traffic police headquarters.
Lin Yan estimated that with the current distance of two kilometers and their travel time, they should have arrived in twenty-five minutes. But it had already been thirty minutes, and they still hadn't arrived. Lin Yan had already eaten four or five wife cakes.
The riding skills of the group ahead weren't particularly good; the traffic police could easily outmaneuver them. They shouldn't have taken this long.
"Damn it, why are they still chasing? We've already reached the outskirts."
The young men in front were starting to panic. They had already left the city, but the police car behind them was still pursuing them, and they couldn't shake it off.
They had also noticed that there wasn't just one police car behind them, but also a black SUV. That black SUV had been following closely behind the police car.
However, even without the SUV, if it were just a single police car, they wouldn't dare to mess with the police behind them.
These days, street racing and assaulting police officers were two different matters. They weren't idiots.
"Quick, let's split up. He's alone, he can't catch all of us."
The leader of the "ghost fire" youths spoke up. The leader was a young man who looked about twenty years old, but his hair color was the most distinctive – dyed green, and even the "ghost fire" motorcycle he was riding was green.
Splitting up was the right idea. With so many of them, if they split up, Lin Yan alone definitely wouldn't be able to catch them all, even with the large SUV, they only had two vehicles.
At most, they could pursue two people simultaneously. Moreover, they were native to East Street and were very familiar with the area, so splitting up might not lead to their capture.
However, just as the green-haired leader finished speaking, the sound of police sirens echoed from not far away.
"Damn, no honor, calling for backup. Run!"
Sensing another set of police sirens in the distance, the green-haired leader didn't even look back. He shouted directly, yanked his handlebars, and headed off in another direction.
The leader hadn't looked back, but the young man who had given Lin Yan the middle finger did. As soon as he turned his head, his legs began to tremble.
Behind him, all he could see were police cars, forming a long convoy, and he even spotted an armored command vehicle.
Oh my god... I... I just gave the middle finger... why are there so many police officers?
It wasn't a question of whether he could escape anymore; he was completely terrified. He was starting to suspect he had done something unspeakable to warrant such a massive police deployment.
He had only ever seen so many police officers in TV shows; this was his first time seeing it in real life.
"Finally, they're here."
Seeing them, Lin Yan also slowly reduced his speed. After all, this was a matter for the traffic police to handle, and he was, in the end, just an ordinary person.
Police cars sped past him one by one. As they passed, Lin Yan shouted.
"No one should drive over seventy miles per hour."
Hearing Lin Yan's words, all the traffic police looked confused. If they couldn't drive over seventy miles per hour, how would they catch the fleeing suspects?
As soon as Lin Yan finished speaking, Yang Hongliang also shouted through the loudspeaker of the special command vehicle.
There was no choice; the traffic police had to obey the order.
And so, a game of cat and mouse soon unfolded on the field.
Nearly a hundred traffic police officers split into six directions, pursuing the speeding "ghost fire" motorcycles ahead.
Driven by fear, these "ghost fire" youths unleashed their "terrifying" racing talent.
They actually managed to push their dilapidated "ghost fire" motorcycles to a "high speed" of over ninety miles per hour.
But even so, they were destined not to escape.
Watching these "ghost fire" youths flee rapidly, Lin Yan felt no pity.
If the other party hadn't given him the middle finger, he would have simply notified the traffic police to apprehend them, confiscate their vehicles, and give them a lecture according to regulations. He wouldn't have treated them like this, playing with them as a way to train the traffic police.
But after that young man gave him the middle finger, the nature of the matter changed. It wasn't that Lin Yan was petty.
Given Lin Yan's status, even if these "ghost fire" youths had given him ten thousand middle fingers, Lin Yan might not have even acknowledged them, nor would his heart have stirred even a ripple.
But at that moment, he was riding a police motorcycle, and that was what infuriated Lin Yan the most. Because the other party wasn't giving him the middle finger as a person, but as a traffic police officer. This was something Lin Yan could not tolerate.
You can look down on him, but you cannot look down on the Chinese police, or the Chinese traffic police. This is something no Chinese person can tolerate.
Vinareths also arrived, driving a Guobin 650, slowly driving alongside Lin Yan's motorcycle.
"Hey, Lin, what's wrong? You look upset."
Vinareths, seeing Lin Yan's serious expression, thought something important had happened.
"It's nothing, it's just that these people have put me in a bad mood."
Looking at Vinareths driving alongside him, Lin Yan's expression gradually softened.
Seeing Lin Yan's expression ease, Vinareths breathed a sigh of relief.
"Lin, haven't you noticed how nice the scenery is around here? Perhaps looking at the scenery might improve your mood."
Vinareths looked at the small trees and mountains in the distance and sincerely praised them. He had always loved the scenery of China.
Lin Yan also followed Vinareths' gaze and saw that the scenery here was indeed quite good.
Not far ahead, there was even a small stream. There were mountains and water, and even the sky was a rare sky blue.
This was a rare scenic line in Kyoto, a first-tier city.
ps: Let's imagine what it would be like if Lin Yan built a private manor in the East District.
Imagination zone.
The book is almost forgotten, and now I'll start writing out of passion...