Liu Ergou tilted his head, listening intently as the roar of motorcycle engines sounded from the village entrance. As the roaring grew louder, a sudden burst of colorful lights illuminated the entrance.
The scene left Liu Ergou dumbfounded. What the hell? Why were there colorful lights at the village entrance? Could a circus have come here to perform? It seemed only a circus would have such flashy lights; no one else would.
While Liu Ergou was still puzzling over this, another sound reached his ears—the cheers and screams of a crowd. The noise made him even more convinced that a circus must have come to the village for a performance. Nothing else could be this lively.
Just as Liu Ergou was wondering where the circus might set up camp, the colorful lights and commotion from the village entrance began speeding toward him. Five or six minutes later, a dozen or so heavily modified, brightly decorated motorcycles stopped in front of him.
