When the sound rang out, even Diamond Queke turned to look back.
In the distance, dust and smoke billowed.
A massive engine roared, putt-putt-putting.
That surging momentum, that atmosphere of a storm about to break, made Queke's face turn solemn as well.
Two streams of orange light lit up within the smoke and dust, followed by the appearance of an incomparably broad and domineering motorcycle front end. Along with it came...
"Aaaah! Fuck, we're going to die! This is a motorcycle, not a Hover Car! There aren't even seat belts—can you slow the hell down?!"
"Damn you~~~ Aah, I want my mom~~"
The pig-slaughtering screams made Mu Fan's expression extraordinarily vivid.
At the same time, Dingchuan Academy's Monitoring Department fell deathly silent.
Zhongjing City's monitoring bureau was also so quiet that a pin could have been heard dropping.
"Who the fuck is that?"
An official from the city monitoring bureau could not help swearing.
The staff beneath him looked at one another, but not a single person could answer.
Everyone held their breath as they watched the motorcycle about to burst out of the smoke. Who was it?
What appeared first was a pair of stylish orange goggles, a head of white hair proudly blown back by the wind, and a tight black leather outfit covered in enigmatic punk-style metal ornaments.
An exaggeratedly thick gold chain hung with a cross pendant, while more than a dozen rows of golden studs covered his body. A belt of ammunition slung from his right shoulder down to his waist.
In his left hand, he held a blue-and-white Pulse Rifle aloft.
The faintly distorted air around its muzzle showed that it had just been fired.
At that moment, the motorcycle rider looked exactly like a heavy-metal rock singer from the apocalypse.
As for that