That was the roar of a beast.
The black modified motorcycle thundered, surprisingly rushing directly down from a steep staircase on the side!
The bumpy posture was like an angry tiger shaking its body!
It commands awe.
Hidden in the void of the night, Da Zhe gently hung the Zhan Lu, which had transformed back into a key, around his neck, tidied up his scarf, and softly said, "A man should be like this, Zhu Maolin... not bad, not bad!"
Da Zhe shifted from standing to sitting, leisurely twisted open a bottle of green tea, and drank alone, his face smiling.
At this moment, a rider shouted loudly, "Who!"
The black modified motorcycle abruptly braked, the huge inertia lifting the rear half of the bike, but the person on the bike twisted forcefully, making the tail spin around, slamming directly onto the rider, knocking him to the ground!
"Damn it!" The others cursed together and charged madly.
