"Bronze Tiger, stop the damn bike!"
Riding his silver-black motorcycle and trailing far behind Bronze Tiger, Alex could not help roaring into the communicator.
What the hell had he been thinking when he let Bronze Tiger impersonate Music Hero and put on this little act that he was not Music Hero?
The moment Bronze Tiger got on Music Hero's black motorcycle, Alex regretted it.
Bronze Tiger was racing like his life depended on it. He started at 400 kilometers per hour, twisted the throttle all the way, and rode faster than a sports car. That was not even the worst of it—he was using nitrous through turns, once reaching the insane speed of 600 kilometers per hour.
Alex had never ridden at that speed. It was not that he could not; he just treasured his beloved motorcycle too much to do it. What if the engine blew?
The modifications alone had cost over two million dollars. Major repairs cost tens of thousands, and parts could cost over a hundred thousand. Alex did not own a mine. How could he race for his life every time? Repairs alone could bankrupt him.
"Thanks, Alex! I haven't felt this good in a long time. Every cell in my body feels like it's about to take off. No wonder you play BGM every time you act as a superhero. This is really exciting!"
Bronze Tiger sighed sincerely. Alex really knew how to have fun! The moment the BGM started, he could not help twisting the throttle to the limit, crazily wanting to race. Whether it was the song Déjà Vu or the roar of the engine, it made his blood boil.
How long had it been since he had truly relaxed on his path toward becoming the strongest?
Awesome!
"If my motorcycle's engine blows,