The blue-haired man walked into the repair shop and shouted at the owner, Pier, "Hey buddy, I'm here to pick up my bike. I can't wait to see my Harley baby."
"Come with me, buddy, it's already waiting for you in the yard."
Pier led the two into the yard and pointed at the Harley on the east side, "It's been customized just as you requested. It's definitely the brightest Harley in all of Los Angeles.
Wherever you go, it will attract countless gazes."
"Wow... it's beautiful. This is the treasure of my heart, haha. I've been waiting for this day for a long time." The blue-haired man asked the woman in shorts beside him, "Baby, do you like it?"
The woman in shorts, chewing gum, walked over, "Hmm, the bike's not bad. Is this my surprise?"
The blue-haired man whispered, "Remember that stinky cop who bullied you? This is his bike."
"The one that was parked outside the bar?"
"Exactly, I stole it back."
"I remember that bike seemed to be black."
