After hanging up the phone, Jin Xiaowei, still with a bandage on his head, curled the corners of his mouth into a cold, cruel smile.
"I might not be able to deal with that Shen Zhou, but can't I handle you, the iron-blooded motor demon? You caused me to nearly die in a fall, and now I'm going to have someone catch you!"
"Throw you off a cliff hundreds of meters high!"
"See if that kills you!!"
He crawled out of the hospital bed, changed his clothes, and strode outside.
Although his body was still in faint pain, the desire for revenge seemed to support him, making it seem like nothing too serious.
The setting sun was sinking, the sky ablaze with colors.
An out-of-town highway was completely engulfed in the glow of the sunset.
Mountains and rivers on both sides added to the road's enchanting beauty.
A very cute baby voice drifted through the air: "Daddy, go for it! Drive faster, my dad is the best, he can make the motorcycle fly; Grandma, look at Daddy—"
