"I'm going to tell Sister Ning'Er you took advantage of me!" Fang Tangtang shouted.
"What's there to take advantage of?" Gao Neng retorted. Then he put Gao Xiaomeng into a pocket of his backpack and put on his motorcycle helmet.
The black, heavy-armored mecha motorcycle tore down the road.
Along the way, they naturally attracted the attention of some late-night street racers.
Soon, a few other heavy-armored motorcycles closed in, their riders whistling, while a sports car weaved back and forth on the road ahead of them.
"Gao Neng, get 'em!" Fang Tangtang's eyes were filled with excitement, her expression showing she loved the drama.
"Isn't it wrong to bully the weak?"
"They have more people. We're the weak ones."
"Fair point." A smile tugged at the corner of Gao Neng's mouth. He took out a black capsule and crushed it, and a black shadow shot out.
CRACK!
The black shadow leaped.
It smashed down onto the weaving sports car ahead.
