The warehouse was some distance from the urban area, so there were not many people or vehicles around. The two guards kept watch on the street, but after a while, they inevitably grew a little lax.
After making several rounds, they stood beside the gate, took out some cigarettes, and prepared to have a few puffs to ease their fatigue. Their eyes occasionally swept over the street as they chatted about trivial matters.
Just as the two were chatting, a motorcycle came charging straight at them.
At first, they did not care, but when the vehicle drew closer and closer, it was already too late by the time they thought to shout a warning!
"Boom!" Chen Mo twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot forward, smashing through the heavy iron gate before the two men could react.
The motorcycle had still been fairly new when Chen Mo borrowed it, and its engine was powerful. Yet it turned out to be all show. The moment it crashed, it fell apart, its front wheel bursting and coming loose entirely.
If the motorcycle could speak, it would have cursed Chen Mo a thousand times over. Did he not see what kind of structure the gate had? It was covered in wood on the outside but built entirely with a steel frame inside. There were even thumb-thick steel bars serving as bolts, along with ground bolts, securing it at two points and making it even sturdier.
If not for the motorcycle's powerful engine, how could it possibly have knocked open that gate? Even after being forced open, only some wood on the gate panels had broken away and the bolts had bent. The gate itself had not suffered much damage.
The motorcycle's wrecked front end and shattered frame truly could not be blamed on