"Waaah..."
Lu Xin rode his motorcycle through the city at a mad dash.
In his hands, the motorcycle had become the most agile tool in the world.
He paid no attention to the road conditions ahead. Whether weaving through chaotic traffic or crossing blocked main roads, he pushed his speed to the limit. One moment, he was racing across countless car roofs; the next, he was leaping down from an overpass.
When the motorcycle could not get around something, or when detouring would take too long, he would simply jerk up the handlebars. The wheels seemed to gain magnetic force, allowing the motorcycle to race along walls at an almost vertical angle for a great distance before returning to the ground.
Using this insane speed, he tore through the chaotic city.
He saw many scenes of madness. Some people were desperately embracing their lovers and kissing them frantically, as if they wanted to merge into a single being, completely ignoring the vehicles crashing around them and the panicked crowds.
He saw a group of young women with red-rimmed eyes, dressed in revealing clothes, frantically chasing a bald middle-aged man.
He saw people standing lost and terrified amid the chaotic crowd, shouting a name at the top of their lungs, yet having no idea where to look.
Likewise, he saw middle-aged women wearing red armbands, clutching loudspeakers and shouting desperately for the panicked people around them to hurry into the rolling door behind them.
He saw fully armed soldiers rapidly moving all sorts of obstacles to block traffic at the intersections of the main roads, even as some of the crazed vehicles were nearly crashing into them.
Even Lu Xin, hurrying over on his motorcycle, was stopped and searched by a squad of soldiers, with countless guns pointed at him.
Lu