Blood slowly circulated in Su Yang's palm, its color growing increasingly dim, until it finally turned to darkness. The power of the blood was exhausted, eventually dissipating into nothingness.
Finally, Su Yang opened his eyes and hurriedly dashed forward a few steps, preparing to find a vehicle to chase after.
Just then, the roaring sound of a motorcycle suddenly came from behind.
Two young men with buzz cuts, riding a blaring street motorbike, charged past with arrogant flamboyance, treating the road as their own and causing pedestrians to scatter in all directions. An elderly man on a bicycle got so scared that he fell to the ground, but the two youths paid him no mind and swerved past him with a swagger.
When they reached Su Yang, he didn't move aside, and the youth in front of him on the motorcycle immediately cursed, "Bastard, looking to die? Get out of the way!"
