Vrooom!
Vrooooom!
As the signal gun fired, the 70 drivers took off on their motorcycles, the rumbling of their engines instantly exploding over the racecourse. The passion of the canyon was pushed to a new high, and the crowd immediately began to howl and cheer.
The fat man was very cheap, and he was also limited by the surrounding environment. Thus, there was no live broadcast, and the only way to get a live understanding of the situation was through his phone.
But as the signal was awful, there were a lot of mistaken reports. However, this did not dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd. The canyon was both the start and the end. They were here to see who got first place, and the majority of them were gamblers who cared more about the result. Few people here were actual fans of freestyle motorcycle races.
