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"Brothers, I can only take you this far." Huang Gou halted the small motorcycle and turned to Chen Xuan on the back seat.
By now, the sun had set, and the constant sandstorm above had taken on a purplish hue. In half an hour, the sky would be completely dark. No matter how experienced a Searcher might be, they wouldn't choose to operate after nightfall.
"No worries, we're close to the city center already, saving us quite a bit of effort." Chen Xuan flipped off the motorcycle.
He had never expected that by the 22nd century, the most convenient form of transportation in Jiang City would still be oil-burning motorcycles—and not the cool, high-powered models, but mini ones resembling toys for minors. Two people dressed in protective gear could almost completely cover the motorcycle, and he wondered if the slender spring suspension on the rear wheel could bear their weight.
Luckily, it held up the entire way.
