In an instant, several whistles echoed one after another.
"Hey, little girl, you're quite pretty!"
"Got a boyfriend? How about picking one from us?"
Just as Bertha Haines was thinking about how to successfully escape from this group, two black Maybachs suddenly stopped by the roadside.
The guy with purple hair had a keen sense of crisis.
"Retreat!"
Seeing a few men jump out of the cars, he immediately turned and got into his car, swiftly driving away.
"Miss Norris."
Upon seeing Manson, Bertha's face lit up with joy.
Then, as the car window rolled down, she saw Amos Smith sitting in the back seat, and in an instant, all her unhappiness vanished.
Looking at the girl who got into the car, scenes of her racing down the highway on a motorcycle suddenly replayed in Amos's mind.
Too reckless.
"When did you learn to ride a motorcycle?"
Bertha gestured: [My foster dad had a motorcycle, after his accident, I started riding it.]
Amos stated the fact: "You were riding too fast."
