Doctor will never die in a hellish situation.

As the organizer and host of the entire event, Masked Tiger can monitor the entire competition process through more than a dozen surveillance screens and issue orders to his employees at any time to deal with various emergencies.

"*Dragon Gate swear word*, that damn rice noodle roll dragon, I'm already in a bad mood, and he still has to call to disgust me!" With a coquettish voice, the latest model fruit phone, worth a kidney, was slammed onto the boss's desk.

Swire removed the mask with the voice changer and kicked off the exaggerated platform shoes that were used to make her look taller, finally feeling a bit more comfortable.

That's right, she organized the racing tournament.

Several years ago, Swire traveled to Kazimierz for his family's business and had the opportunity to observe their knightly tournament. He realized that such events held enormous business potential, but it was unrealistic to simply copy them wholesale; they had to be adapted to the local conditions of Lungmen.

Just after returning to Lungmen, the Major Crimes Unit took on a case involving a biker gang racing. They learned that similar cases were rampant, and that in addition to street thugs, many of the arrested participants were also thrill-seeking second-generation rich kids and young people, making the subsequent handling extremely troublesome.

She had a sudden inspiration and thought of motorcycle racing, a sport that seemed exciting and thrilling but didn't require bloodshed or death. She immediately approached Wei Yanwu, the Rat King, and other bigwigs in the Dragon Gate organization to explain the pros and cons and gained their support by offering a share of the profits.

The subsequent popularity of the competition proved Swire's keen eye for talent.

Because such activities can never be openly publicized and cannot be widely publicized in the media, the reputation of racing has spread widely among young people, becoming a secret code like underground party rendezvous.

"Hey bro, did you go to the game last night? It was amazing!"

"What competition? Hasn't the World Championship started yet?"

"No way, no way, you don't even know about that competition? Are you really one of Lao Long'er's people? Never mind, I'll take you there tonight to broaden your horizons."

Moreover, with the official tacit approval and covert support, the streets that serve as the race track would tacitly enter "maintenance mode" every time a racing competition was held, in order to avoid accidents such as accidentally injuring pedestrians.

In addition, the ability to vent excess energy through this means resulted in a significant decrease in nighttime crime rates whenever there was a match. Some underground forces even approached Swire to try and engage in gambling activities, but Swire turned this into an opportunity to bring good fortune to Lungmen, greatly cracking down on illegal industries.

So from a certain perspective, this can be considered doing something worthwhile.

As for the ticket revenue of nearly 10 million Lungmen Dollars after paying the players' prize money and deducting expenses such as venue, labor, and profit sharing, well, that's hard work, Miss Shi also needs to make a living.

Unfortunately, due to the Reunion Movement, the leaders of Lungmen reluctantly suspended the underground tournament to prevent infiltrating enemies from taking the opportunity to sabotage it. They only recently relented.

When Swire went to Wei Yanwu's residence, in addition to buying land for herself, she was also preparing to hold the competition again. Even though she was distracted by Qin Duanyu's matter, her subordinates still successfully completed their mission.

Just like the doctor who had only been living with his wife for a few days suddenly falling ill and returning to Rhodes Island, tonight's match was also very unsuccessful. The diamond player, who was expected to win the championship, actually ran away and withdrew from the match.

That's right, without looking back or hesitating for a moment, they just disappeared.

Even if the expensively hired host is good at making witty remarks to warm up the audience and temporarily divert their attention, she can still imagine that some viewers will think there is something fishy going on in this competition.

If my reputation is ruined, no one will watch the games anymore, and how will I make money in the future...? How about secretly maintaining the security of Lungmen?

Swire ordered her subordinates to desperately contact the Diamond player to inquire about the reason for his departure, but the player seemed to have vanished into thin air without any news. His clean and swift disappearance made her wonder if she had run some kind of betting scheme, getting him to withdraw midway through the competition, collect the money, and then disappear.

Sure enough, before she could even finish dealing with the Diamond player's issue, that rice noodle roll dragon called again to cause her more trouble.

"*Longmen swear words*, what bad luck! If it weren't for something more important, I would have cursed her until she was utterly ashamed tonight." Thinking that she was still at a disadvantage in this argument, Swire felt that today couldn't get any worse.

however……

"Boss, something terrible has happened! Ghost Face has also withdrawn from the competition. I'm starting to lose control of the situation!" Andy Ma's anxious voice came through the communicator, interrupting Swire's thoughts.

"What? I wasn't paying attention just now, what's going on?" Swire was startled and turned to look at the monitor screen filming the first team. Now, only the Pineapple Sisters and the Cheetah team remained.

"Like the diamond runners, they suddenly turned into a side road and disappeared." Andy was equally confused, wondering why these people had all left the field one by one when they were running perfectly fine.

Isn't the prize money appealing? You know, he worked so hard hosting a competition, talking non-stop for almost an hour, and he only got 10 Lungmen Dollars.

"I'm contacting the diamond player. You need to find a way to stabilize the situation quickly; some spectators are already planning to leave."

"But...this situation..."

"No buts, I hired you to handle situations like this. If you can't manage it, you're fired tonight!"

The voice changer showed no emotional fluctuation, but Andy could sense the boss's helplessness. However, while he could understand, it was a bit much to dump such a troublesome task on a mere employee like him.

"Damn it, if it weren't for how desperately I'm short of money lately... sigh... what bad luck." Andy sighed deeply, forcing himself to speak in a low voice:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the unexpected situation just now has probably made you doubt the legitimacy and fairness of the competition. But before you leave, would you like to hear a story from me, the story of a Sarkaz who came to Lungmen to make his way in the world?"

Upon hearing this, some of the audience members who had already stood up turned to look at him with curiosity. This host, who was usually witty and humorous and full of witty remarks, suddenly changed to a serious demeanor, and they couldn't help but want to hear what he was going to say.

The content wasn't anything special; it was just the mundane story of a young man struggling to survive in an unfamiliar city. However, because of the sincere tone and the fact that it depicted the everyday life of Longmen, it reminded many people of their own early days of work.

"...Although the young man had a younger sister to support back in his hometown, his life had finally started to improve. But the good times didn't last long. He encountered a bully, that shameless bastard, who actually stole all the young man's hard-earned salary!" Andy Ma's voice trembled with tears as he said this.

"Just when he was at his wit's end, the young man thought of the underground car races he often watched. He was able to survive in Longmen because he was inspired by the fighting spirit of the racers. So he mustered up his courage and contacted the staff, hoping to find a job to help support his family."

"After that, Masked Tiger found him and, after a few simple questions, gave him a job as a host. Yes, that person was me. Without the boss's help, I might have starved to death on the streets years ago."

"Not only did I receive help from the competition organizers during my time of crisis, but most of the staff did as well. So please trust our boss, Mr. Masked Tiger, and please trust everyone involved in the operation of the racing competition!"

After saying this, Machidir herself was deeply moved.

He took the job to earn extra money. He was chosen as the host of the competition because he had excellent eyesight as a sniper and could see all kinds of details. He was also naturally good at creating a lively atmosphere. He never met the boss behind the scenes. And those stories were just a series of recent bad luck events forcibly grafted onto a few years ago.

But the pain of being cheated out of money couldn't be faked; it was a genuine expression of emotion that quickly fooled everyone present.

Meanwhile, some shills arranged by the boss quietly blended into the crowd, saying nice things like, "The competition has been running for so many years, there's no need to ruin our own reputation," and the situation was finally brought under control.

Earning those 100,000 Lungmen Dollars was no easy feat. It's all the Doctor's fault. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be serving these people once I had the money!

While muttering to himself, he pointed at the big screen: "Alright, let's focus on the competition. The Pineapple Sisters are in the lead right now, Cheetah... How come Cheetah is foaming at the mouth and collapsed on the roadside?"

Hiss—not only did they threaten the contestants to withdraw from the competition, but they also poisoned them?

"It's over, I can't clear my name anymore." Machidir looked at the camera in despair, knowing his boss was watching.

"What...what's going on? Is someone trying to sabotage me?" Swire slammed her hand on the boss's desk, leaving a deep handprint on the thick surface. "Damn it, if I find out who it is, I'll skin them alive!"

After venting her anger, Swire tried hard to think of a way to make amends, but for no reason, she thought of that hooded guy.

Ah, if only the professor were here, he would surely be able to think of a solution to this situation.

I'm off to watch the game, so I can only update this late at night.

However, YYSY, SN played really well tonight, so as a celebration, let's add an extra little skit.

Chapter 16, Section 294: The Young Lady is Skilled at Brewing Black Tea

"Hey, should I activate my ability and we just race all the way to the finish line?" On the Cheetah Group's motorcycle, the young lady on the back seat eagerly raised her hand, and a ball of blue light appeared in her palm.

“Using Originium Arts so frequently is putting too much strain on you. If anything happens because of it, I can only apologize to the master.” A muffled voice came from under the helmet, and the tension was palpable. “Besides, I’m just here to have some fun with you. I don’t care about winning or losing this competition at all.”

"Hmm, I clearly remember that Hei was very interested in motorcycles and machinery. You used to really enjoy playing those racing arcade games back in Siesta... So you don't like them after all. I even asked a friend to get me a competition qualification. It seems my stubbornness has put you in a difficult position." The young lady tidied her wind-blown hair and teased.

"No...you're mistaken...I really enjoy this racing feeling...it's just...it's just..." Cheetah stammered, almost losing control of the motorcycle.

"Well, don't worry about the details, just pay attention to the road conditions and drive carefully."

"I'm sorry to have startled you. I'll slow down right away. Anyway, no one can catch up with us for a while!"

"Hehe, Hei looks so cute when she's serious, it makes me want to tease her a little."

Just as two contestants withdrew from the competition under mysterious circumstances, and everyone was wondering if the organizers had rigged the competition, the atmosphere in the Cheetah team was somewhat strange. If anyone could get close to them, they could even smell a faint citrus scent.

Just then, the young lady noticed her phone vibrating slightly, so she curiously took it out to check.

"Miss Ceylon, I just went to the lab and found that you weren't there doing experiments. That's quite strange. Does even the young lady have times when she's slacking off?" The text message was signed "Doctor," and thinking of the various rumors she had heard recently, a smile couldn't help but appear on her lips.

"Of course, it's to make room for you and Miss Skyfire. But the lab isn't a good place for a date, so be careful not to let Eyjafjalla see us. Although she is an adult, some scenes are still too stimulating, so don't scare her." The young lady retorted defiantly, not wanting to be outdone.

"So, you're dating Hei?"

"...As expected of the Doctor, you guessed right, I did go for a drive with her."

"Do you need help booking a hotel?"

"Don't even think about it. Black is surprisingly dull in this regard, almost as dull as Miss Seria from the medical department."

Do you need any advice?

"That would be wonderful, after all, you are an expert in this field, Doctor."

"I suspect you're insulting me, but I have no proof. However, if you want to foster your relationship, you can try showing your other side to the other person. For example, a wild girl can have a gentle side, like taking care of kittens, or a seemingly gentle and considerate young lady can have wild hobbies, like watching Originium Bug races or knight competitions... But one thing to note is that the contrast shouldn't be a terrible change, but rather something cute."

He's truly a master!

Upon seeing this, Ceylon immediately exclaimed that he was an expert.

When she handed the competition certificate to Hei, then got on the motorcycle and shouted as she sped along, he did look surprised, but his eyes quickly warmed up.

Even if she didn't say it outright, you could feel that the relationship between the two had grown much closer. But not long after, Hei reverted to her old ways, simply responding no matter how much she bullied her.

"Understood, understood. So what's next?" Ceylon replied quickly, eagerly awaiting a professional's answer.

"Of course, you should create a warm atmosphere, preferably in a place where you won't be disturbed by outsiders. Then, with just a little guidance, everything will fall into place naturally."

"How do I guide him?" Ceylon thought for a moment. She was sitting on the black motorcycle, so there was no way she could be disturbed by the outside world. Moreover, she was holding the black man's waist, which was very close to him, and the atmosphere was quite good. But she really didn't know how to guide him.

"Let me give you a random example. For instance, show her what you're best at, like cooking, flower arranging, tea ceremony, or any other skill you have, and then ask her if she'd be willing to spend her life like that." The PhD student quickly sent back his answer.

Culinary skills? Flower arranging? These are clearly not things Ceylon is good at, but researching volcanoes is a specialty that he can't seem to demonstrate.

By the way, when it comes to tea ceremony, I'm best at brewing black tea!

"Hey, are you thirsty? Let me feed you something to drink." She took out a thermos filled with black tea that she had brewed herself before coming.

“No, Miss, I don’t… thank you.” Sitting in the front row, Hei Ben wanted to refuse, but the cup was already extended in front of her. She couldn’t bear to refuse Ceylon’s kindness. In addition, she remembered that Ceylon had used this cup not long ago, so she blushed and took a big gulp.

They seemed determined to drink it all at once.

"Is it delicious? If you'd like, you can drink all the tea I make from now on... Black, what's wrong with you?" Before Ceylon could finish speaking, she noticed that the motorcycle was slowly slowing down and eventually stopped on the side of the road. Black was lying on the ground, seemingly lifeless, with white foam dribbling from his mouth.

……

Great, another opponent has been taken down.

After sending the message, Qin Duanyu put away her phone. Instead of feeling guilty, she was filled with joy, feeling that the 1.2 million Lungmen Dollars were getting closer and closer to her.

To be honest, all the techniques he mentioned are true, and he didn't hold anything back.

As long as the other party isn't too rigid and straightforward, a series of well-intentioned moves will leave them feeling touched. Once they say something like "I'll hold your hand and grow old with you," the rest will basically fall into place naturally.

Unfortunately, Miss Ceylon seems to have misjudged her own expertise.

However, given the personalities of the mayor's daughter and son-in-law, their relationship will likely progress further after this blunder, and in a sense, he played the role of a wingman.

So, giving up the ranking and accepting the prize money as compensation isn't unreasonable, is it? You both gain something, and I get Lungmen Coins—a perfect win-win situation. Qin Duanyu felt she had done a great deed, and the scarf on her chest shone even brighter.

However, something just doesn't feel right. Qin Duanyu had an inexplicable sense of unease, but she couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Forget it, let's deal with Ah Neng and the others first, and then think about these things after we get the prize money.