"Not bad, fellas, this the King of Honda?"
At the entrance, several young men in their twenties were standing under a road pole, marveling at a black motorcycle.
One of them, a young man with thick eyebrows and an upright figure, held a motorcycle helmet in one hand, his face was expressionless, but he was secretly thrilled.
"Not bad, got it a couple of days ago for over forty thousand."
"Twin-cylinder?"
"No shit."
The thick-browed young man rolled his eyes.
"Give us a couple of laps, come on."
The crowd around him cheered him on.
The thick-browed young man coughed once, and swung his leg over to sit on the bike.
The engine roared to life.
The turbocharger bellowed, the earth burst open, and the Dodge Tomahawk churned up a wild torrent of air, fiercely crushing the road.
The airflow brushed past the faces of several young motor enthusiasts, leaving them looking at each other in bewilderment.
"What the hell was that just now?"
"A motorcycle?"
"Are you kidding?"
