The sun was just right, and the warm wind was slightly tipsy. It was a good time to play.
In a green field, four motorcycles slowly drove along the narrow Village Road, attracting the attention of the villagers who were farming.
The nearby villagers had long been used to these travel-worn foreigners riding motorcycles around, so they only took a glance and ignored them.
The four motorcycles did not seem to have any intention of stopping. After crossing the ancient stone bridge in front of the village, they headed toward the nearby mountain.
However, just as the motorcycles were about to turn into the road by the cliff, several off-road vehicles suddenly appeared and blocked the road from both front and back.
At the same time, a large number of armed figures suddenly appeared on the cliff and in the fields beside it. They surrounded the motorcyclist.
The sound of brakes, shouts, and curses suddenly became one.
