Outside the Silver City.
Three people, three motorcycles.
This time, Li Hao's group of three didn't drive.
The reason why there were three of them was that apart from Wang Ming, who was familiar with white moon City, He Yong of the southern Fist had been following them all this time, never leaving their side.
He chose to ride a motorcycle like he Yong.
This old man was very fashionable despite his age. It was said that motorcycles were extremely popular in the central region. There were actually very few in Silver City, but the few big groups in the Galaxy had some reserves. With Li Hao and Wang Ming's status, it wouldn't be a problem to get two.
The three of them rode the bike at an extremely fast speed.
The wind was very strong!
The night was just right.
However, their conversation was not affected at all.
"Senior Nan, this bike is pretty good. Do people in the central continent ride this kind of bike now?"
