Another bout of frantic scrambling ensued.
Silence was wondering what the cold sensation beneath her butt was. It was cold and flexible, and it could move—it definitely was not a leather seat or anything like that.
To her surprise, it was Ch'en's dragon tail.
Silence hurriedly got off the bike. Ch'en gently lifted her tail, and after the three of them squeezed around a little, they set off again.
"Where is she?"
Ch'en asked calmly.
Silence frowned. Ch'en had asked about "her," not "them." Clearly, although Ch'en had rushed over on her motorcycle to save them, she did not know the full situation. The Walking Catastrophe was not singular—it was speeding down the road in plural.
Very dangerous.
But the driver's mood concerned the passengers' lives. Silence was afraid that Ch'en might break down and drive them into a ditch, so she did not tell her.
It was a well-intentioned lie.
And also the optimal solution for catching up to those two faster.
It was not cowardice.
Ch'en's tail was raised high, and for some reason, her face was slightly red. The motorcycle howled forward. Following Silence's drone, the three of them had not lost their bearings for the time being and continued onward in an orderly fashion.
"Is your drone reliable?"
"Although it's a medical drone, its mobility is guaranteed. Don't worry."
Silence could not be bothered to answer such a low-quality question.
Sirens sounded beside them as police cars closed in, their loudspeakers beginning to broadcast:
The noise was chaotic and overlapping.
"Attention! Motorcycle ahead, pull over immediately!"
"Lungmen Guard Department regulations state that two-wheeled motor vehicles may not carry more than two passengers, and helmets must be worn on the road!"
"Get lost!"
Officer Ch'en howled, utterly losing her composure.
The police cars, which had been so