With the video going viral across Japan, every driver naturally searched for information on Leon.
You might think they were doing it to better understand him and defeat him?
No!
It was purely to troll him online. In this day and age, if you didn't have some cultural awareness, you wouldn't even know how to mock someone properly.
So when they met in person, Randall immediately recognized Leon and exclaimed his name in surprise.
He hadn't expected Leon to actually come to Japan — he assumed the American driver wouldn't dare step foot in Japanese territory.
"Who are you? Do you know me?" Leon asked, scanning this young nobleman carefully.
Tall, slender, and possessing a face aligned with Eastern aesthetics — quite different from the muscular, bold style he was used to in America.
Randall, oblivious to his own appearance, flicked his bangs and smugly announced,
"Listen carefully. I am Randall, the wealthiest young master in the High-Intelligence Formula!"
Leon had never heard of Randall, but the mention of High-Intelligence Formula immediately made him understand.
Ah, so this show-off was a driver. No wonder he knew Leon — the viral video originated from his side.
Not recognizing him would have been stranger.
"Coincidentally, I'm here for the CF race too," Leon said bluntly.
News of his arrival in Japan would spread quickly, so there was no point hiding it.
"And she?" Randall pointed at Mia.
"She's my woman," Leon replied coldly, shooting Randall a sharp glance.
Mia blushed slightly and looked away.
They had just met; nothing had developed between them.
It was obvious Leon was using this excuse to protect her from being harassed.
Still, hearing him say it out loud made her blush.
Randall froze, noticing Mia's shy reaction.
Instantly, he believed Leon's words.
Embarrassed, his face flushed.
Trying to maintain his pride, he lifted his chin and said disdainfully,
"Hmph. Women? Money's never been an issue for me anyway."
Randall's family was a massive conglomerate.
Their allowance was so abundant, he could casually buy a new car with pocket money.
"Ha, I hope you have a harem," Leon sneered, stepping aside.
Mia followed silently, not giving Randall even a glance.
Randall's face turned red with rage!
No one had ever disrespected him like this. Leon was the first — and so far the only one.
"Damn it!" Randall clenched his fists, restraining himself from punching Leon.
The old butler hurried forward, whispering in his ear,
"Master, shall I have someone teach him a lesson?"
With their influence, hiring a few men to rough Leon up would have been easy.
Many people would jump at the chance to be associated with them.
But Randall shook his head.
"No need," he said grimly. "If we hurt him, he'll have an excuse to skip the race.
He might even post pictures claiming we assaulted him, labeling Japan as barbaric.
That would be a huge problem."
He couldn't afford to give Leon the perfect excuse to dodge the race.
"Spread the news that Leon is in Japan, and humiliate him online. Tomorrow, I don't want to hear anyone praising him!"
Randall's family had immense power, with countless capable subordinates. This would be done quickly.
"Yes, sir!" The bodyguards immediately took action.
This was Japan's style: subtle, indirect.
In America, the response would have been a direct confrontation; in Japan, it was all about tactics.
On the way, Mia worried,
"I heard Randall is a genius driver. Offending him on the first day — isn't that risky?"
Leon scoffed.
"Friendship with him? You think he'd give me the track?
I know their type. They mocked me online; why should I play nice?"
"I'm here to take revenge and prove them wrong, not make friends," he said with dominating presence.
"Besides, who's worthy of befriending me?"
Mia paused, realizing why Dominic wasn't Leon's equal.
Leon was like a drawn sword: sharp, fearless, and dominant.
Dominic, by contrast, was more restrained, cautious, and kept his sword sheathed.
In sheer presence, Dominic was already overshadowed by Leon.
This man's methods were aggressive, and with a powerful car, few could withstand him.
"Where are we going now?" Mia asked anxiously. She wanted to see the track as soon as possible.
"To get a new car," Leon replied with a faint smile.
"It's in the underground parking of a shopping center."
He deliberately placed the car in Ginza's underground garage, not at the airport.
He wanted everyone in Japan to know Leon was here.
And this battle car — this Formula racer — was going to make a statement.
Not driving it through crowded streets wouldn't achieve the desired effect.
He wanted every Japanese rival to see that Leon could handle Formula cars — and that he was a force to be reckoned with.
Walking into the underground garage, Mia gasped, covering her mouth.
The Formula car looked like it came from the future.
Its black-and-blue color scheme was both stable and stylish.
The front wheel covers were inspired by World Endurance Championship LMP1 designs, with wheels nearly enveloped in aerodynamic shells.
The traditional large rear wing was redesigned, resembling the aggressive horizontal stabilizers of a fighter jet.
"Welcome to the Formula car — The Tyrant, currently in 'leisure mode,'" Leon said with a smile.
He revealed a key piece of information: this Formula car had multiple modes
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