The Suzuki GSX-R750 even brazenly performed a dangerous cornering maneuver, hugging the van closely.
Boss Kobayashi swerved quickly to avoid a minor scratch.
Kawamoto frowned and rolled down the car window.
He raised his voice and shouted at the convoy of cars still weaving ahead, especially the Suzuki, "Hey! You blondie up there! Nango! That's dangerous of you to drive like that!"
Koichiro Nango heard the shout, he was about to turn around and give the middle finger, cursing for meddling.
But upon catching a glimpse of that familiar face in the passenger seat of the van, he immediately shuddered, his arrogance vanishing instantly.
"Creak--"
He quickly slowed down, drove close to the van, and said to Kawamoto, "Oh, it's Boss Kawamoto —what are you doing here?"
"Just got back from a sea trip with the boss."
Kawamoto looked at him and said calmly, "There are many cars on the road, drive slowly."
"Yes, yes, I understand, boss!"
Nango nodded vigorously.
The motorcycles in front of him also slowed down and stopped, the riders looking curiously at the person who could turn Nango, this fearless troublemaker, into a quail.
Just then, a red Kawasaki Z2 came up from behind and drove alongside Nango and the minivan.
The rider seemed to want to say something to Nango, but when his gaze swept across the passenger seat of the van, Kawamoto and that Z2...
The riders exclaimed almost simultaneously, "It's you?!"
His voice carried a hint of surprise and confirmation.
The Z2 rider was the same guy who fought with Kawamoto on National Route 134 two years ago, saying he would bring Peace back to Shonan at night.
"Speaking like that is too dangerous."
Kawamoto said to the Z2 rider, then turned to Boss Kobayashi and said, " Boss Kobayashi, could you pull over for a moment? I've run into someone I know."
Boss Kobayashi nodded and parked the car safely in an open area by the roadside.
"You guys talk first, I also need to use the restroom."
After saying that, Boss Kobayashi ran away.
Several motorcycles also stopped and turned off their engines. The riders gathered around curiously, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.
Nango looked at Kawamoto, then at the blond-haired youth from Z2, and asked in surprise, " Kawamoto, do you know Kyosuke Masaki?"
He suddenly realized and slapped his forehead. "That's right! Kyosuke- kun, this is the guy I mentioned to you before, our Shohoku Basketball Team's ace, Kawamoto Kazuki! He's the one who wants to borrow a few motorcycles."
" Kyosuke, how do you know Boss Kawamoto?"
The blond-haired youth called Kyosuke Masaki did not answer Nango immediately. He looked Kawamoto up and down as he got out of the van, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
I still vividly remember that evenly matched, brutal fight two years ago.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was both roguish and wistful, "So it's you—your name is Kawamoto Kazuki, right?"
He walked up to Kawamoto. The two were about the same height, and there was a subtle sense of confrontation between them.
" Nango told me a friend wanted to borrow my car, but I'm still hesitant. After all, those treasures in my warehouse aren't something just anyone can touch."
He paused, then his tone became decisive. "But since you're the one who wants to borrow it, then no problem. I experienced your skills and character two years ago; you're someone I respect."
He abruptly changed the subject, his eyes gleaming with an aggressive light. "So, Kawamoto? How about joining our Racing Angels? With you in the mix, we'll have ten executives."
"With your abilities, you could easily be appointed as the deputy chief of staff."
Kawamoto shook his head, his tone unwavering. "I have no interest in joining a biker gang."
Don't be so quick to refuse.
Kyosuke Masaki seemed to have anticipated this. He took a step closer, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "We, the Racing Angels, are not like those scumbags you imagine who only know how to disturb the peace, fight, and collect protection money."
He opened his arms, as if to embrace the entire Shonan: "What we pursue is ultimate speed and freedom! It's to protect the streets of Shonan, to let the engines that should be running, and to make the trash that shouldn't be there disappear! It's to drive recklessly yet gloriously on every road in Shonan, using our wheels and our rules to draw our own map!"
Isn't that romantic?
He spoke with great passion, and the team members behind him showed expressions of deep agreement.
Nango listened with his eyes shining.
Kawamoto waited for him to finish speaking before slowly saying, "That sounds grand. But, Kyosuke Masaki, right? Since you have such a great idea, have you ever thought about elevating it to a higher level?"
"Sublimation? What does that mean?" Kyosuke Masaki was taken aback.
School will be out for summer vacation in a few days.
"I'm planning to try starting a small business, setting up a service—well, a place focused on same-city instant delivery. To put it more bluntly, it's about running errands."
"Running errands?" Kyosuke Masaki and Nango looked puzzled. What did this have to do with their fast-paced biker gang life?
"Yes, errand running."
Kawamoto nodded.
"When a customer places an order, we accept it and deliver the goods to the designated location as quickly and precisely as possible."
"Isn't this exactly in line with your philosophy of recklessly dominating Shonan?"
He surveyed the young riders before him. "You can openly pursue the highest speeds on the streets while delivering goods, competing to see who can deliver more, faster, more accurately, and more steadily."
"You can use delivery services to familiarize yourself with the roads in every street and alley of Heike, Kamakura, and Fujisawa. Wouldn't that help you roam freely at night?"
Kyosuke Masaki was stunned, and his teammates behind him exchanged bewildered glances; this concept was completely beyond their comprehension.
Kawamoto's words, like meticulously designed gears, began to click and mesh. "Moreover, this isn't free. Every order will earn you a commission. You can use the money you earn to upgrade your motorcycles, buy better equipment, and even recruit more like-minded riders who love speed, expanding the scale of your Racing Angels."
"Obtain resources through legitimate means to support your dreams. Isn't that much more respectable than simply relying on your family for money or resorting to underhanded methods?"
Kyosuke Masaki's breathing quickened slightly.
Although the scene Kawamoto depicted was strange, it inexplicably struck a chord deep within him.
It allows them to legally race cars while also expanding their team.
this----
"However," Kawamoto changed the subject, "The name 'Racing Angels ' might not be suitable for a delivery business. It's easy to misunderstand and doesn't sound friendly enough."
"You can change your name when you're on delivery duty during the day."
"What's it called?" Nango couldn't help but interject.
"How about calling it ' Flash Wind Express '?"
Kawamoto pondered for a moment, "Or Shonan Special Express Delivery? Simple, direct, and emphasizing speed."
"The name is alright."
Kyosuke Masaki stroked his chin, still processing this astonishing proposal.
"Also, you can prepare two sets of your special attack uniforms and small flags."
"During daytime missions, they don't wear uniforms with the words 'Racing Angels ' printed on them, but rather with the agency's Iogo and GG's name printed on them."
"GG language?"
"Hmm, for example—"
Kawamoto thought for a moment and then uttered a few sentences that sounded a bit cringeworthy but were strangely catchy.
"Your needs are my speed!"
"Or perhaps the winds of Shonan can't deliver as fast as I can!"
"Rain or shine, the mission must be accomplished; speed is justice!"
"How about it?"
"Puff--!"
Nango was the first to burst out laughing, and the other team members couldn't help but laugh as well.
The scene is too beautiful: a group of bikers dressed in special attack uniforms printed with these slogans, not going to fight, but running wildly with takeout boxes in their hands.
Kyosuke Masaki imagined the scene and immediately felt overwhelmed. "We just want to roam freely, all this seems so troublesome and strange."
"Don't worry, there will be no delivery service scheduled for the evening."
Kawamoto immediately added, as if he had anticipated his reaction. "Mainly during the day and evening. This way, it won't affect your freedom to ride around in your Racing Angels special attack suits at night, and you can also use your free time during the day to do something meaningful and profitable."
"Don't you often ride your bikes around during the day? Wouldn't it be more challenging to turn aimless wandering into targeted delivery tasks?"
He looked into Kyosuke Masaki's shifty eyes and finally delivered the final blow. "Besides, Kyosuke, think about it. If this succeeds, the reputation of 'Flash Wind Express' will spread throughout Shonan. Everyone will know there's a group of young people who ride motorcycles incredibly fast and deliver goods with unparalleled accuracy."
"Back then, what kind of reputation would your 'Racing Angels' have in the eyes of those who truly understand the industry?"
"You'll no longer be just a group of bikers who cause a ruckus at night, but the fastest legend in Shonan."
"During the day, you are the Shonan Special Express Delivery, always ready to deliver."
"Even in the darkness, you remain the Racing Angels, the kings of Shonan."
"Isn't this more exciting than your original dream of making the nights only filled with the sound of motorcycles?"
Kyosuke Masaki fell completely silent.
He looked down at the gleaming handlebars of his motorcycle, then looked up at Kawamoto's calm yet unfathomable eyes, and then at Nango and his other brothers beside him, who were eager to try.
Kawamoto's words were like a key, opening a door he had never imagined.
Behind the door lies not just a place of fighting and wasting time, but a seemingly absurd new world full of endless possibilities and excitement.
A world where their passion for speed, motorcycles, and brotherhood can find value in the real world and even earn them recognition.
"Damn it----"
Kyosuke Masaki muttered a curse under his breath, whether as a sigh or a resolute decision, it was unclear.
Then he looked at Kawamoto, a wild smile spreading across his face, "Sounds incredibly troublesome—but—"
He paused, looked around at his team members, and asked loudly, "Brothers! Delivering goods during the day, racing cars at night, and you can make money and become famous! Are you in?"
After a brief silence.
"Damn! This sounds more interesting than just wandering around!"
"That seems pretty cool."
"As long as I can ride a bike, it doesn't matter what I deliver!"
"I want to be the king of singles!"
Nango jumped up excitedly. "Let's do it! We have to do it! Kawamoto is awesome!"
Kyosuke Masaki laughed heartily and extended his hand to Kawamoto again, "Alright! Now you're a member of our Racing Angels. You decide what to do during the day! You can pick any car you want from my warehouse anytime."
"But it's agreed that the evenings are our own time, and there's an operation planned for tonight, so you have to participate!"
Kawamoto grasped his hand and nodded. "It's a deal."
The final exam results were released two days later.
Modern Chinese Language, Mathematics, English, History, Geography, Biology, Physics...
All scores were between 62 and 65.
Sakuragi was stunned.
The teachers from all subjects were clearly far more surprised than he was.
Kawamoto Kazuki's Seven Gates are all covered in eggs!