"Which one should I choose?"
Alexander deliberately looked indecisive, almost driving Anthony mad with rage.
Then he got onto Luban's silver motorcycle and smiled at Anthony, "Anthony, aren't we starting the race? Everyone can't wait!"
"Bug! You're asking for your own death!" Anthony's face was incredibly grim. He stared at Alexander for a while, then suddenly revealed a cold smile and said,
"Ladies and Gentlemen, to celebrate the first anniversary of the motorcycle event, I have decided to add five more award places to this third stage of the race. Due to a shortage of participants, my subordinates and I will also participate, but we will not occupy the ranking."
As Anthony spoke, he clapped his hands thrice.
The doors of the semi-circular building behind him opened, and a series of motorcycle roars rang out.
A full hundred motorcycles drove out from the building behind him.
