The banquet ended quickly, and almost every team managed to secure investments.
Some pulled in a few million dollars…
Others secured five to six hundred million.
Top teams like Sugo, Aoi, and Schneider (Snowsteel) were unsurprisingly in that category.
They had strong foundations, wealthy backers, and experienced drivers—naturally favored by investors.
But the biggest surprise of the night was Leon's team.
With only two members, they somehow managed to secure 1 billion in investment, instantly becoming the center of attention.
Everyone originally thought they'd get nothing.
But it turned out they were all wrong—Leon's team actually became the investment champion of the night.
Many people felt dazed.
It felt as if they had just missed out on a potential ten-billion opportunity.
Then they remembered Leon had no experience and felt relieved again.
"Humph, so what if they got a billion? If they lose, that money's gone!"
"Let them burn cash—idiots!"
"Only fools with no vision would invest in a team with no experience or skills."
"I can't wait to see them embarrass themselves."
The comments were all the same—sarcasm and disdain.
They couldn't stand Leon doing well.
They wanted nothing more than for him to finish dead last so that all the investments went down the drain.
But of course, no one would know anything until the race actually began.
It was Friday—the day before the race officially started.
According to Formula racing rules, today was free practice day.
Teams could freely test their cars on the track to fine-tune them to optimal condition.
Drivers could also familiarize themselves with the circuit.
Five major teams—Sugo, Aoi, Schneider, Key Force, and United/Otomo—were already present.
Their practice sessions were well underway.
Only Leon's Imperial Team had yet to appear.
Their garage doors remained closed.
"Heh, still not here? They're dead."
"No data tuning? Their car won't reach optimal condition."
"Heard the weather tomorrow will be windy—waves might even crash onto the bridge."
"In bad weather it'll be even harder to drive. And they're still not here? Guess they've given up on winning."
Other teams sneered, looking mockingly at the empty garage.
To them, Leon was just an amateur.
Not tuning the car before the race… they were doomed.
But just as their ridicule reached its peak—
The Imperial Team's garage door suddenly began opening on its own.
The door rose upward with no one touching it.
"What…?"
Everyone stiffened. Something felt wrong.
It looked automatic.
But the people weren't even here yet.
So why did the doors open?
When the door fully lifted, the entire interior was revealed—
And the sight stunned everyone.
The entire garage was equipped with full-automation robots.
Tires stacked neatly.
Fuel tanks filled.
Various parts and medical equipment arranged in perfect order.
It looked extremely professional—nothing was out of place.
The centerpiece was a large workstation, automatically calculating data:
• wind pressure
• air pressure
• humidity
• tire pressure
• temperature
…almost every parameter imaginable.
Based on these, it automatically adjusted torque, wing width, chassis height—
perfectly syncing the car to the environment.
With this Super Formula System, tuning the car became unbelievably efficient.
And Leon had installed all of this… overnight?
Everyone felt their scalp go numb.
From purchasing these robots, to shipping, installing, calibrating—
normally this would take at least half a year.
Even F1 didn't use robots for this exact reason:
too slow, too costly, too inefficient to set up.
"Idiots. Those robots aren't calibrated yet—they're useless."
"No wonder they only have two people. They planned to automate everything."
"Haha! Spending 1 billion for this? What a joke!"
"If I got that money, I could make him back at least 200 million."
They mocked the automated arms.
Traditional pit stops required 25 people simultaneously.
Robots used only eight special mechanical arms, plus an overhead crane.
The arms were brand new—first time ever used.
That only made the crowd more dismissive.
First-use equipment usually performed worse.
Slower pit stops were almost guaranteed.
The engine rumbled.
Leon's Tyrant sped into the paddock, already switched to racing mode.
Massive slick tires, insane downforce, the blue-black livery—
everything about it radiated power.
Just its appearance alone drew every eye in the arena.
This was The Tyrant.
The one that tore apart the racetrack.
Its fierce, predatory design made it look like a real beast.
Even Super Asurada didn't look this striking.
If Asurada was a scorpion…
then the Tyrant was a hawk.
A predator.
A machine built to kill on the track.
Just looking at it made drivers feel pressure—
they instinctively felt this car would be hard to deal with.
"Where did he get such a good Formula machine?"
"Didn't he take the bus yesterday? How does he suddenly have THIS?"
"That thing looks dangerous!"
"I heard this car has a bad temper and is really aggressive."
The crowd was bewildered.
In just one night, after securing the investment—
Leon not only gained a car, he completed an entire world-class garage.
The efficiency was terrifying.
This was Leon's speed.
It hadn't even fully stopped yet when the massive crane arm locked onto the car and lifted it slightly.
Then—
Eight robotic arms moved at the exact same time.
Four arms removed the tires instantly.
The other four installed the new ones and tightened the bolts.
Since this was the first use, the entire pit stop took:
1.3 seconds.
A number all other pit crews could only dream of.
And this was only the first run—
after the robots warmed up, the speed would increase even more.
The crowd was stunned.
A true monster.
Leon's automated pit system made an explosive debut.
Pressure instantly crashed down on the other teams.
Who said Leon had trash skills?
His support system alone crushed everyone.
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