Motorcycle

Qing Wanglai stared at Yang Na, who looked like an enraged lioness, then after a moment of stunned silence, calmly explained, "Since he's wearing it, this suit is definitely bulletproof. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt your little boyfriend."

Then he raised the helmet in his hand toward Li Huowang, who had climbed up from the ground. "And this too. It's bulletproof as well, and it can better protect your head."

"More importantly, unlike weapons like guns that easily invite trouble, wearing a bulletproof vest is completely legal. They even sell them on Taobao. Using these things instead of guns will save you a lot of trouble."

"If anyone asks what these things are, you can just say they're a motorcycle helmet and Riding Protective Suit, and brush them off."

"Really? Then I have to try it!" Li Huowang reached out, pulled Yang Na behind him, took the helmet from Qing Wanglai, and put it straight onto his head.

"Why is this thing connected to the shoulders? Once I put it on, I can't even turn my head. I can only look forward."

"Of course the helmet has to connect to the shoulders. Think about it—if a bullet hits your head and the helmet isn't connected to your shoulders, the impact alone would be enough to snap your spine several times over."

"So that's how it is. Learned something new." After putting on the whole set, Li Huowang jumped hard a few times, then said to Qing Wanglai in delighted surprise, "That's badass, Qingzi. This thing's incredible. Come on, come on, fire a few more shots. Let me get a feel for it."

Gunshots rang out again. This time, Li Huowang was mentally prepared. He swayed a few times but did not fall.

He drew his