The train driver in the courtyard

Thanks to timely medical attention, Lyman, despite his serious injuries, was not seriously harmed and was transferred to a ward after undergoing surgery at the hospital.

It's estimated that after a few months of rest, he'll be able to return to the track.

The thrilling rescue on the track has already swept across the Isle of Man like the wind.

Some say that the Red Star racing car had a top speed of 350 km/h at the time.

Some say Li Aiguo completed three major drifts; there are all sorts of opinions.

MV Agusta has won more than a dozen championships on the Isle of Man, and Lyman has long been considered a national treasure-level racing driver in Italy.

The news spread rapidly, and the leaders of the foreign affairs department received a call from Xiaoyi's family as soon as they arrived at work.

Of course, since the two sides had not established a formal relationship, the call was transferred through the port city.

The foreign affairs leader was somewhat bewildered after hanging up the phone.

"Boss, what happened?" The assistant next to him asked quickly when he noticed his strange expression.

The leader put down the receiver, took a big gulp of hot water, and his chest heaved a little: "Comrade Li Aiguo, the captain of the Red Star Racing Team, rescued a foreign driver on the Isle of Man. It was none other than the famous Lehman from the Italian family."

Their higher-ups called specifically, their tone full of gratitude, repeatedly praising our driver for his responsibility and courage.

"We anticipate that foreign newspapers will report on this. Should we notify overseas daily newspapers to follow suit?"

"Yes, yes, yes, this is a good thing. Not only the overseas Japanese editions, but also the domestic daily newspapers will be notified. Let everyone be happy."

The assistant didn't dare to delay and immediately called Team Leader Zhao to verify the details of the rescue one by one. Then, he contacted major newspapers without stopping.

The next morning, many newspapers across the country printed eye-catching headlines on their front pages.

Red Star driver Li Aiguo shows his skills on the Isle of Man to save an internationally renowned race car driver.

The report provided a detailed account of the entire rescue process.

The article also quoted the Isle of Man circuit organizers' assessment: "This was the bravest rescue in the history of the circuit. Li Aiguo's actions not only demonstrated top-notch driving skills, but also highlighted a humanitarian spirit that transcends national borders," with praise evident in every word.

Chen Xueru couldn't help but feel worried after seeing the newspaper.

"At over 300 miles per hour, isn't that almost like flying a plane?"

The elder sister-in-law smiled and said, "Don't worry, my brother-in-law is no ordinary person. Look how steady he is in doing things. If he wasn't sure, would he take this risk? Look, he's perfectly fine and has even made a great contribution. We should be happy."

Seeing his daughter's furrowed brows, Chen Fangxuan also became worried: "Aiguo isn't home, and you're taking care of the child alone in the empty house. Why don't you take the child and stay at the tailor shop for a while? I'll feel more at ease knowing you have someone to look after you."

Chen Xueru shook her head and said, "Dad, Aiguo isn't home. If I leave too, won't there be no one here? No, no."

Most women in this era are like this; once they get married, they treat their husband's family as their root.

Knowing her temperament, Chen Fangxuan didn't try to persuade her any further. He only told his sister-in-law, "Go here more often, keep Xue Ru company, and help take care of some of the children."

Yi Zhonghai learned about this while working in the workshop.

The propaganda officer from the propaganda department walked in with a newspaper and said, "Everyone, stop for a moment. Our steel rolling mill's consultant, Mr. Li, has done a great job. Let me read it to you."

Listening to the contents of the newspaper, Yi Zhonghai let out a long sigh.

This kid saving someone gets him in the newspapers, what kind of story is this!

Li Aiguo was unaware of these things, and even if he had, he wouldn't have cared, because he was currently attending a meeting held by the hospital.

The dean looked at Li Aiguo with eyes full of approval: "Li, Jonathan told me about your idea of ​​using motorcycles as racetrack ambulances?"

Li Aiguo nodded and said, "That's right. The Isle of Man TT circuit is over 60 kilometers long, with many sharp turns, slopes, and narrow sections. Traditional ambulances have long wheelbases and are not very maneuverable. Once an accident occurs, it often takes ten or even twenty minutes to reach the scene, delaying the best rescue time."

If doctors were to ride modified motorcycles on the racetrack, their agility and speed would allow them to reach the accident scene immediately, provide emergency treatment to injured riders, and, combined with subsequent ambulance transport, significantly improve the survival rate.

Several hospital leaders and department heads nodded in unison.

"That's a good idea, Li. Do you have any other ideas?"

“I suggest that these doctors on motorcycles wear orange helmets, which would be enough to identify them.”

"Orange helmet. Flight doctor, very good, very good."

The dean stood up and shook hands with Li Aiguo: "Li, once the flying doctor system is established, it will definitely save the lives of many race car drivers. On behalf of these race car drivers, I thank you for your contribution."

"You're too kind, it's what I should do." Li Aiguo is now considered a race car driver.

Subsequently, the flying doctor system was promoted, and the hospital organized a motorcycle team composed of doctors.

Jonathan, a racing enthusiast, was chosen as the team captain because of his familiarity with the track and his excellent driving skills.

Whenever a race begins, he and his team members wear striking orange helmets, mount their modified emergency motorcycles, and wait at the edge of the track. Wherever there is an accident, that orange figure will rush there at lightning speed.

Over time, the nickname "flying doctor" spread throughout the racing world, making him the most reassuring presence at the Isle of Man circuit.

Li Aiguo was somewhat surprised when he learned of this.

Unexpectedly, the title of "flying doctor" appeared ahead of schedule because of the appearance of this butterfly.

"Flying doctor? It's that Asian guy's trick again!" At that moment, inside the camp of the Honshin team, Soichiro slammed the sake cup in his hand onto the tatami mat.

Since setting foot on the Isle of Man, the name "Li Aiguo" has been buzzing around like flies, first stealing the spotlight with his track rescue efforts.

Now they've come up with this "flying doctor" thing, which has completely siphoned off most of the attention that should have been theirs.

"Captain, please calm down!"

Vice-captain Makita quickly bowed and lowered his voice to comfort her, "There are only two days left until the main competition."

"As long as we completely crush the Red Star team on the track, preventing Li Aiguo from even finishing the race, all the praise will come back to us. Who will remember the flying doctor then?"

"That's right, people from the east like to do all sorts of messy things."

"Crush Red Star! Take the Isle of Man Championship!"

In an instant, the team members all raised their fists.

Soichiro's expression softened a bit, and he composed himself to begin arranging things for the match day.

This time, the Ben Sweet team brought a total of twenty-three riders to the Isle of Man.

According to the competition rules, each team can have a maximum of five riders participating in the main race.

Soichiro selected five of the best-performing and most obedient drivers to be included in the official roster, while the rest were designated as substitutes.

After the list was read aloud, Makita hesitated for a moment before cautiously asking, "Captain, Kurokawa-kun... how should we arrange things?"

Kurokawa's hand is only fractured; if he receives proper medical treatment, he will definitely recover.

The doctor said that as long as he rested well, he would recover in three months, but Soichiro forced him to be discharged from the hospital early.

The follow-up examination now shows that his metacarpal bones have healed abnormally, and he can no longer grip the race car handles, completely losing his ability to compete.

"Kurokawa?"

Soichiro scoffed, "What value does that piece of trash who can't even hold a bike properly have? From today onwards, he's no longer a member of our Sweetheart Racing team. When we win the championship and return home, we'll just take him back with us."

"Can……"

Makita's expression changed slightly. "Kurokawa-kun knows too much about the caravan. What if he leaks our plans..."

"Leaked?" Soichiro laughed loudly, picked up the sake jug on the table, and took a big gulp.

"Makita-kun, do you think he still has a chance to speak?"

He put down the wine jug, leaned forward, and lowered his voice: "Some of the people in charge of security for the convoy this time are 'old friends' sent by the bereaved families association. After the race, we'll take a ship back home, on the vast ocean..."

Soichiro raised his right hand, his palm like a knife, and swiftly chopped down on Makita's neck.

Makita froze, his face turning deathly pale. He knew Soichiro was ruthless, but he never expected him to be so merciless towards his own people.

Even if Kurokawa can no longer be a race car driver, we can find a reason to fire him after he returns to Japan. Why do we have to put him to death?
"What? Do you have any objections?"

Seeing that he remained silent, Soichiro's face darkened again.

"Makita, you must remember this: if our Sweet Team is to become a world-class team, we must eliminate all the useless trash! The weak should not live in this world!"

“…Yes, I understand.” Makita lowered his head, not daring to refute further.

After the meeting ended, Makita hesitated for a long time before finally knocking on Kurokawa's door.

The room was dimly lit, and Kurokawa sat by the window with a vacant look in his eyes.

"Kurokawa-kun, the captain has made a decision..." Makita said with difficulty, relaying Soichiro's decision.

"Makita-kun, my hand will recover after a while of rest. Please help me explain to the captain that I can continue to be a race car driver." Kurokawa didn't expect Soichiro to kick him out, and he was anxious at the time.

The vice-captain actually had a pretty good impression of Kurokawa. After hesitating for a moment, he said cryptically, "Kurokawa-kun, you should know the captain's personality."

He was always proud of his grandfather, and we both know his grandfather's creed: the weak have no right to live. Besides, you've been in the motorcade for so many years; you know far too much…”

Kurokawa shuddered, plopped down in a chair, and was speechless.

Even if he were stupid, he would understand what Soichiro was going to do.

Kurokawa had often heard Soichiro say similar things before, but he hadn't taken it to heart, since Soichiro was referring to the people in the east, which had nothing to do with him.

Kurokawa often helped Soichiro with the dirty work, and being a little slacker, he would always be taken care of.

but.

Now, Soichiro is using him as a scapegoat without hesitation.

"I never imagined that the real clown would be myself. I should have listened to Shinichi Kudo's advice back then and left the caravan early on, cutting ties with these beasts." A bitter smile appeared on Kurokawa's lips.

He thought of his high school classmate, Shinichi Kudo.

The two were once inseparable friends. Shinichi Kudo had excellent grades and progressive thinking, while he had average grades but showed talent in racing.

After graduation, he was selected by the Ben Sweet Racing Team, which was a shortcut to realizing his racing dream.

After learning about this, Shinichi Kudo tried to persuade Kurokawa several times.

This sweetheart team and the bereaved families will be too deeply involved.

Those people are a bunch of lunatics. Leave them and come with him to the JCP. That's the place that truly cares about ordinary people! Kurokawa, however, felt that the JCP had no hope of success and was being constantly suppressed, which is why he rejected Shinichi Kudo.

"If I had listened to Kudo back then, I wouldn't be in this situation today..."

It doesn't matter if he's dead, but he has a younger sister in high school. Soichiro is ruthless; could he, in order to eliminate any future threats, also harm his sister?
The thought of this made Kurokawa's heart clench.

He picked up the phone and, through a transfer, got in touch with Shinichi Kudo, the only person in Tokyo.

"Kurokawa, I saw it in the newspaper. You're going to have a match soon. Congratulations, you can realize your dream."

Although Shinichi Kudo did not support Kurokawa joining the Honshin Racing Team, he was happy for his old friend.

"Kudo, it's all over, it's all over... Soichiro is going to kill me!" Kurokawa almost burst into tears.

"what?!"

"Here's what happened." Kurokawa could no longer suppress his grievances and told Shinichi Kudo everything.

After listening, Shinichi Kudo remained silent for a moment before saying, "This is the real reason why I oppose Soichiro and his gang. They only see us as tools to be exploited. Once the tools are no longer useful, they will be discarded without hesitation."

But the JCP is different; they genuinely see people like us as like-minded individuals.

"It's too late to say anything now, Kudo. My life is hopeless. I'm calling today just to say goodbye. My only hope is that you can protect my sister."

"Kurokawa, don't do anything foolish. You're not the one who made the mistake; it's Soichiro and his people. You have to make them pay the price."

"How could that be? You know how powerful the Remnant Clan and Ben Sweet Car Team are."

Shinichi Kudo, holding the phone, glanced at Yuko Moriguchi, who was flipping through documents, and said, "I have a way that can not only help you get revenge, but also protect your sister."

After hanging up the phone, Shinichi Kudo stood up and walked to his desk. Behind the desk, a woman in a smart suit was looking down at documents.

She raised her head, revealing a delicate yet somewhat sharp face; it was Yuko Moriguchi.

“Miss Yuko,” Shinichi Kudo said with a serious expression, “a friend of mine has run into trouble on the Isle of Man and needs to use the weather station’s connections to help him out.”

“Island of Man. Understood.” Yuko Moriguchi stood up and handed a document to Shinichi Kudo.

"Our Weasel Company's next move has been decided. Here are a few names. Take a look and see where these people live and what their hobbies are."

"Understood!" Shinichi Kudo nodded.

Itachi is the name of the new company, and most of its members are supporters of the JCP. The company had previously used the name Orochimaru.

After joining, Shinichi Kudo quickly became a core member due to his outstanding abilities.

Compared to the days when he had ideals but found it difficult to put them into action, he prefers the present situation, where he can take concrete actions to move towards his ideals.

Shinichi Kudo returned to his residence with the list, glanced at the red flag hanging on the wall, then sat down at his desk and began to study the new list.

******
Li Aiguo learned about Kurokawa's situation at two o'clock in the morning.

"Are you sure the news is true?" Li Aiguo stubbed out his cigarette in the enamel mug and looked at the old cat.

"It's confirmed. After receiving the encrypted telegram from the weather station, I managed to evade the members of the Bereaved Families Association and secretly meet with Kurokawa to verify the information he provided."

Old Cat also felt incredulous at this moment. He hadn't expected that the layout of the weather station on the little notebook a few years ago would play a role at this time.

Li Aiguo stood up, pondered for a moment, and said, "The information provided by Kurokawa is very important. If handled properly, it could be enough to wipe the Ben Sweet Team off the map forever."

However, to avoid arousing suspicion from the main team, Kurokawa will remain there for the time being.

"I consulted Kurokawa, and he completely obeyed our arrangements, but he hopes the organization can protect his sister."

After Old Cat finished speaking, he added, "His parents died early, and he and his sister depended on each other for survival. His sister was studying preparatory courses at the University of Tokyo, and she was his only concern."

"We can have Yuko Moriguchi make the arrangements. Itachi's company is currently in a period of expansion."

Kurokawa's younger sister is a college student and quick-witted. We'll start by arranging some peripheral tasks like data organization and liaison, which will be safe and give her someone to rely on.

Tell Kurokawa that we've taken care of his sister's safety.

"Understood, I'll contact the weather station right away."

The old cat stood up, pushed open the door, and went out.

The door closed again. Li Aiguo lit a cigarette, sat down in a chair, and slowly took a puff, processing the news Kurokawa had brought.

The Ben Sweet team has indeed been on a roll in recent years, rising from an unknown team to the podium at the Isle of Man TT in just three years, leaving many established teams unable to lift their heads.

At the time, he thought the other party was truly capable.

There was even a faint anticipation for a fair competition to see the gap between the Red Star team's drivers and the Ben Sweet team's drivers.

But now it seems that those so-called "glorious achievements" were all built up by these underhanded means.

It's almost unbelievable.

But upon closer reflection, I understand.

This team is inherently short-sighted and profit-driven, willing to disregard all morality and rules for the sake of profit.

That is why they were able to achieve success in a short period of time.

That is precisely why they ultimately failed.

"I originally wanted to have a fair fight with you, but since you're going to cheat, then..." Li Aiguo stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and smiled.

****
Early morning two days later.

The entire Isle of Man tournament centre was filled with a tense atmosphere.

The race center staff started inspecting the track early in the morning, setting up speed testing equipment, and closing off intersections.

One by one, ships docked, and the people who came to watch the game disembarked.

The vice-captain of the Bentian team was busy arranging various things early in the morning.

The most important thing is to arrange the work of the mechanics in the pit lane, as this is crucial to whether the Ben Sweet team can ultimately win the race.

Fortunately, the inspection of the Isle of Man event centre this time was just as lax as in previous years.

In particular, the supervisor in charge of testing at the event center, whose wife is Xiaobenzi, takes special care of them.

After the inspectors conducted a simple inspection, they signed their names on the report.

"Makita-kun, I hope you can achieve good results this time." The supervisor extended his hand to shake hands with the vice-captain.

"Definitely. After the competition, it will be time for you to take a vacation. You can bring your wife back to Tokyo, and I will definitely give you a warm welcome."

After chatting for a few minutes, watching the supervisor walk towards the location of the Red Star team, the deputy captain went into the office next door and reported to Zongyilang.

"Captain, everything is arranged."

Soichiro stood up and looked at a man in a black suit next to him, asking, "Takeda-kun, what about Kurokawa?"

"Don't worry, we've been watching him all day, and no one has been able to get close to him." The man in the suit nodded slightly.

Soichiro didn't know the man in the suit's identity; he only knew that his name was Takeda.

Soichiro harbored some fear of Takeda, feeling that although Takeda was nominally there to protect the caravan, he was more like someone sent by the bereaved family to monitor him.

There's just nothing we can do about it.

Fortunately, we'll be winning soon.

On the other side, the Red Star team had also made preparations.

The race officials are inspecting the motorcycles.

"Patriot, are you planning to go straight back to China after this competition?" Flight doctor Jonathan also came over to join in the fun.

He's now a celebrity on the Isle of Man, and even the tournament organizers give him some respect.

“Yes, we’ve been here for almost a month now, and everyone’s homesick,” Li Aiguo replied while looking at the people being checked.

"That's a pity. I was hoping to learn a few more tricks from you." Jonathan shook his head regretfully. He had been training with Li Aiguo frequently lately and greatly admired Li Aiguo's driving skills.

While they were chatting, the inspection was already over.

The supervisor walked over and said, "No problem, I wish you all the best in the competition."

After receiving the report, Li Aiguo signed his name on it, then waved to the team members: "Let's go!"

The starting line of the track was already crowded with people who had come to watch the race.

No wonder, this match has been hyped up by the shills for more than half a year.

Ben Sweet Team has been the Isle of Man TT champion for several consecutive years, and their opponent is still Red Star Team.

Each aspect is captivating.

Reporters from daily newspapers and domestic television stations all came and were seated in the media section. In addition, a high-powered radio was also arranged to broadcast the situation on site to domestic audiences.

Several major foreign media outlets also arrived, each equipped with a high-powered radio.

Everyone is now waiting for the two motorcycle teams to make their debut.

As Li Aiguo rode his motorcycle out of the P room, a figure stood below in a hotel several kilometers away, imitating a few bird calls.

The window of the room on the third floor of the hotel was open.

The figure removed the rope from its body, swung it around in the air a few times, and then suddenly let go. The rope, as if it had eyes, fell right into the window.

At that moment, a man in a black suit in the corridor heard the noise coming from inside the room and was about to push open the door to check.

"Sir, did you drop this wallet?"

The man in the black suit turned his head, but before he could even see the other person's face clearly, everything went black and he collapsed to the ground.

“Mr. Kurokawa, now is the time for you to keep your promise.” Old Cat pushed open the door and went inside.

(End of this chapter)