He patted himself down and finally found something. It read, "Tokyo Racecourse, Inspector Ichiro Takeshima."
This was the ID he needed. Jiang Hao pocketed it with satisfaction.
He took another careful look at the man's appearance and committed it to memory, then tossed him into the trunk of his sedan. The guy would sleep for three days and wake up on his own afterward.
The next day,
Jiang Hao drove to Tokyo Racecourse. Inside the car, he put on the mask he had prepared yesterday and applied makeup. Half an hour later, the person in the mirror had become Ichiro Takeshima.
He took out the ID and clipped it to his chest. Jiang Hao entered the racecourse through the staff passage. When the security guards saw his credentials, they did not even ask a question.
Starting today, Tokyo Racecourse would host three consecutive days of horse races. The morning was for preparation, and the official races would not begin until the afternoon. However, the horses participating in the races had already arrived, and many jockeys were riding them around to familiarize themselves with the track and warm up.
Jiang Hao was not very familiar with what lay ahead, but that was fine. Relying on his ability to adapt, he eventually found the veterinary office. There were four or five veterinarians in the room. When someone saw Jiang Hao enter, he gave a slight nod in greeting, and Jiang Hao nodded back.
He found Takeshima's locker, took out a work uniform, and put it on before clipping on his ID. Just then, a middle-aged man walked in holding a folder. After glancing around, he said, "Everyone, the summer tournament has begun. This is a very important competition this year, so stay sharp and do not make mistakes. There are eight races