The howling wind whistled past her ears, coming at her cold and biting. The high speed at which she was racing made the surrounding scenery flash by like a blur.
Ahead, one motorcycle after another was overtaken by Flossie Wright. She dashed through the flow of traffic at a crazy speed, frightening countless drivers to the point of panic, even the street racers among them were scared by her!
Damn!
Facing someone with a death wish!
They were not far from the urban area, and in less than five minutes, buildings suddenly towered around them, and the volume of traffic on the road increased significantly.
It was Monday today, the peak of rush hour, with office workers and students spilling out from the buildings, crowding the already narrow road. Even the few pursuing and Marcel Smith subconsciously slowed down their speed.
Only—
Flossie's speed did not decrease!
