The three burly men paid no attention to whether the two women lived or died. They still had no idea what was going on.
They continued chasing after Wenren Sheng.
But the next moment, a huge rock suddenly appeared in front of them.
"Damn it, where did that rock come from?"
"Ah, a rock! Dodge it!" The three immediately tried to turn.
But to their despair, a pile of rocks appeared ahead of them next.
They were moving too fast. It was extremely difficult to avoid them.
The three burly men went flying through the air with their bicycles.
Their bicycles were already traveling at over 100 kilometers per hour.
And these were bicycles.
Not motorcycles.
For a motorcycle, that speed was only just getting started.
It was said some could reach over 200 kilometers per hour, racing all the way toward hell's finish line.
But for bicycles, that speed was already incredibly, incredibly fast.
And none of the three had any protective gear on.
So after being tripped up by the rocks, the three were flung from their bikes and slammed brutally onto the ground.
It was a horrific sight.
Even the roadside guardrails failed to stop several chunks of flesh.
Wenren Sheng looked back, shook his head, and smiled.
Only then did he slow down.
These people really had no idea what was good for them.
He then kept the remaining bicycles relatively stationary before slowly bringing them to a stop.
Using branches gathered from the roadside, he connected his own bicycle to theirs.
Thus, two wheels became four.
After a simple modification, the speed could be easily controlled.
Wenren Sheng also discovered a hidden principle.
Since one was riding a bicycle, one's speed could not be too slow.
In other words, this world required you to actually