Three motorcycles of different colors were speeding forward at extreme speeds, streaking past in red, black, and gray, accompanied by the excited screams of a girl's soprano voice.
The roar of the motorcycles' engines occasionally sounded. The red motorcycle took a sharp turn and disappeared from sight. The black motorcycle wasn't to be outdone and turned just as swiftly, while the gray motorcycle slowed down and turned obediently.
"Hey, Wu Zhiyuan, do you have to be such a coward? This way, you'll never catch up with them," Zhao Wenxin stopped screaming and patted Wu Zhiyuan on the shoulder, shouting through her helmet.
Wu Zhiyuan put Zhao Wenxin's hands around his waist in a reverse grip, "You better behave. The boss and Chi don't have any concerns. If I were alone like them, I wouldn't be so cautious."
"Are you saying I'm slowing you down?" Zhao Wenxin widened her eyes in discontent.
