The imposing presence of the front and rear wheels crushed the blue bricks beneath.
The silver block of metal body stopped at the roadside.
Dodge Tomahawk.
Li Yan swung his leg over and got off the Dodge Tomahawk, took out a carrot and stuffed it into his mouth, then pushed open the gates to Main Street Alley's Yin Market, with Nine-Winged Sudu following behind.
The alley was bustling as usual; the first thing Li Yan saw was the singing girl with pitch-black eyes from last time, shoving something into her mouth with hands covered in blood…
"Buddy, I was just looking for you."
Hat Zhang reached out to tug on Li Yan's sleeve but was nimbly avoided.
Li Yan stared coldly at Hat Zhang, whose chin was still smeared with fresh blood.
"Erm…"
Hat Zhang wiped his face twice, embarrassed, and gave Li Yan a sheepish smile, his mouth full of red threads.
"Bro, if you've got something to say, say it."
