Yilafren spotted Khan and Lin Fan and came over as well. "From the sounds outside, the battle's not going well. How about we just run for it?"
Seeing Yilafren's mischievous grin, Lin Fan knew she hadn't changed her habit of joking around. He flicked her forehead. "There's nowhere to run. We're already fighting. If it comes to it, we can hide in the Dysjunction storm zone again."
"Fine." Yilafren rubbed her forehead and pouted. "Are you driving, big guy?"
"Of course I'm driving. Could you possibly drive better than me?"
"Tch... Didn't you used to eat my exhaust from behind..."
"What did you say?"
Seeing the two about to start bickering again, Lin Fan hurriedly stepped in as peacemaker. "Stop arguing. We have business to handle. If we don't take out those Voidravens, this thing won't hold up for long."
Khan snorted and climbed into the motorcycle's control compartment. It bore obvious signs of modification and redesign. "You did all this, little sprout?"
"Of course. Did you want to drive the vehicle Old Ironhead made for you as-is? I connected several loose wires and power lines, and adjusted the engine transmission too. It should be fine, just like before."
"How many times have you repaired Old Ironhead's motorcycle?" Lin Fan looked at Yilafren's confident expression. Even Sister Delia probably hadn't looked this pleased while modifying that Ork Gorkanaut.
Yilafren wrapped her arms around Lin Fan and kissed his cheek. "Too many times, Master, too many... I simply couldn't take it anymore~"
Lin Fan had no idea what the foul-mouthed Yilafren was babbling about. He wiped the lipstick mark from his face and sat in the gun turret. "Enough. Get on already. We're going on a killing spree."
Yilafren gracefully leaped into the turret and lay inside with a sigh. "Imagine