"Wuwuwu ..."
Lu Xin sped through the city like a madman.
In his hands, the motorcycle seemed to have become the most agile tool in the world.
He didn't care about the road condition. Whether it was the chaotic traffic or the blocked roads, he accelerated to his maximum speed. He flew past countless car roofs and jumped down from overpasses.
And when the motorcycle really couldn't go around it, or needed to go around a long way, he even lifted the handle of the motorcycle. The motorcycle's wheels seemed to have magnetic forces, and they could run along the wall at a nearly vertical angle for a long distance before returning to the ground.
He used this crazy speed to cross the chaotic city.
He saw a lot of crazy scenes. Some people were crazily hugging their loved ones and kissing them desperately, as if they were trying to merge into one, completely ignoring the crashing cars around them and the panicked crowd.
