"Bang bang..."
Lu Xin drove steadily while drawing his pistol and accurately taking out two crazed people in front of the car. Sister's little hand kept gripping his, yet firing while driving was as easy as holding chopsticks in one hand and a phone in the other.
And this was when the excellent performance of his motorcycle could also be seen.
Gao Ting was practically risking her life at the front, blasting soul-shredding music as she charged ahead at a speed that could send them crashing to their deaths at any moment.
But Lu Xin could easily keep up with her and still felt he had plenty of strength to spare. He even felt certain that if he truly unleashed the motorcycle's full speed and twisted the throttle hard, he could easily leave the lead bike behind.
"You're pretty impressive..."
Only after they had cleared the most dangerous stretch did the rider at the front find time to glance at Lu Xin.
Slightly surprised by Lu Xin's calmness, she shouted, "Where's the violin?"
Lu Xin gauged the direction and said, "Ten o'clock... See that intersection ahead? Turn left."
"Okay..."
Gao Ting answered and twisted the throttle again.
The motorcycle beneath her let out an angry roar, flames almost bursting from the exhaust. A few seconds later, she reached the intersection. Without slowing much, she leaned until her body nearly touched the ground and made a sharp turn, then straightened the handlebars and accelerated once more. Only then did she look back, and saw that Lu Xin's silver motorcycle was still following steadily behind her.
That strange calmness and composure made even Gao Ting draw a sharp breath. She could not help saying, "You..."
But before she could finish, she suddenly stopped.
She saw Lu Xin looking up ahead, one eyebrow