Night of Decision

Snow covered the night, and snow blanketed the ground.

The Titanium Gray Electric Bike followed tracks pressed into the snow. Nanhong Road had four lanes in two directions, with sidewalks and landscaped strips as well. Compared with the River Dam road, its standards were much higher.

As Jiang Ning rode, his Spiritual Sense surveyed the surroundings. Ever since Yuzhou News had reported that several youths riding will-o'-the-wisp bikes on Nanhong Road had died in a single incident, will-o'-the-wisp bikes had vanished completely.

Jiang Ning looked down on them. They were not qualified Will-o'-the-Wisp Youths. True Will-o'-the-Wisp Youths often feared neither life nor death.

Jiang Ning had once seen the news: teenage street-racing gangs in Malaysia loved riding "Mosquito Bicycles." Those bicycles had neither brakes nor bells, and their handlebars were as high as their seats. To ride one, the youths had to lie flat, their bodies parallel to the ground, like mosquitoes flying low through the air as they raced with their lives on the line.

Every ride involved dozens of people traveling together, a spectacular sight.

Someone had been driving normally and struck several Malaysian Will-o'-the-Wisp Youths dead, yet he had been convicted of reckless driving and sentenced to six years.

Jiang Ning mused that once Evergreen Liquid had gathered enough resources in Malaysia and built a teleportation array, he would personally visit Malaysia and meet those foreign Will-o'-the-Wisp Youths. Running over dozens at once would surely make for a pretty cool scene.

Who would come judge me then?

Then Jiang Ning lost interest again. Better to let them plague other countries. It had nothing to do with him.

Xue Yuantong sat in the back, leaning against the luggage bag strapped behind the bike. She bit down on a straw and drank her Rock Sugar Pear Drink.

Bai Yuxia