"Just wait until I catch you, you little sprout!"
"Catch me first, then talk!"
Khan watched Yilafren stick out her tongue and pull faces at him from atop her motorcycle, and felt even angrier than when people had called him a savage on par with Leman during the Great Crusade.
"Soap, don't open fire! I'm going to show that cocky little girl who the real king of the road is!"
Hearing Khan's furious roar, Lin Fan could only nod in agreement before turning his attention to the other racers.
The buildings on both sides sped backward. In Lin Fan's vision, they resembled a constantly shifting line drawing. Heaven knew how fast Khan was going now; Lin Fan felt as though even sound was becoming unclear. Perhaps they had already passed the speed of sound and broken the sound barrier.
But that was not the important part. What mattered was that the other racers who had noticed their trail believed they had stolen the spotlight. For that, they had Charalad, the taunt-loving announcer, to thank.
"Oh! My gods! Look what I've found! An uninvited guest who suddenly burst out of the chaotic district! On his white motorcycle, brimming with personal artistic flair, he's rapidly catching up to every racer! And look ahead of him—a young girl! I'm sure all of you at Ambush Academy have run into girls like this!"
"Now let's take another look at these newcomers' slaughter records! Oh? How fascinating! The guy on the white motorcycle slaughtered an entire squad of Scourges! It seems we have a new job... eliminating a lawbreaker for the trueborn nobles!"
Startled cries rang out from every direction. It seemed everyone present understood exactly what wiping out an entire squad of Scourges meant.
Though few thought highly of these birdmen who danced through