Xu Xiangbei's heart suddenly leaped up; he hurriedly started the Porsche, quickly shifted gears, pressed the accelerator, actions flowing seamlessly together, the silver Porsche transformed into a dazzling flash of lightning, chasing after the two motorcyclists.
Jiangcheng's cars converged on the street into a shimmering golden river, motorcycles amid the traffic, swayed like samba dancers, twisting and turning, quickly driving far away.
Behind them, Xu Xiangbei furiously honked his horn, having to drive the car onto the opposite lane, speeding up to closely follow the motorcycles ahead.
Black Rose continued to drive out of the city, steering the motorcycle off the main road, heading toward a secret path.
Only now did Xu Xiangbei realize that they had reached the outskirts of Jiangcheng, surrounded by vast, dark fields.
The two Yamaha racing motorcycles still relentlessly pursued. The bumpy road awakened Ouyang Jiahui, who had been sleeping soundly in her chair.
