After another two kilometers, the thunderous roar of engines suddenly erupted from behind. Through the rearview mirror, Xia Liang saw several Toyota sedans rushing up. As one pulled up on the left, Brother Li rolled down the window from the passenger seat.
"Dude, nice bike. I bet you could pick up girls every night with it."
Xia Liang turned and offered a polite smile.
"But I've heard bikes are damn dangerous. It's either nothing happens, or when it does, it's a one-way ticket to the crematorium. You'd better be careful, bro."
With that, Brother Li waved his hand, and the Toyota he was in slowly decelerated.
What did he mean by that? It sounded like he was trying to get friendly, but his tone didn't match. Suddenly, he felt an intense sense of danger.
On reflex, he stomped on the gear shifter, accelerating forward.
SCREEECH—
The piercing sound of skidding tires filled the air.
