True to expectation, within three minutes.
The three unconscious people all came to.
"How did you guys crash into the bamboo forest?" Chen Ahmao asked his two companions, puzzled.
The two companions were also dazed, "We felt cold all over, as if someone was blowing air behind our ears, and then we crashed into the bamboo forest."
"You three, leave the village immediately."
I made a quick decision, not allowing innocent people to get involved, "Chen Ahmao, lend me your motorcycle."
"You... want to borrow a motorcycle?"
Chen Ahmao's eyes bulged, his gaze fierce, "Master Yang has only one arm, he can't ride a motorcycle, could it be... you... will drive?"
"Afraid I'll wreck it? I'll compensate at market price if it breaks," I rolled my eyes at Chen Ahmao.
"How could that be, Sister Yuan, I'd give it to you as a gift."
