"Hearing you say that, how come I find Emperor J's silhouette somewhat resembles Master?"
Wraith had a sudden realization, his eyes looking ahead at the figure on the motorcycle with an inexplicable sense of horror.
"Tch, how is that possible? I think you're just crazy missing Master."
Cold Flame snorted coldly, skeptical, but for some reason, a chill climbed up his spine as he suddenly recalled the look in Emperor J's eyes from their previous encounter—it felt eerily familiar and terrifying.
"It really does look quite similar, could my eyes be playing tricks on me?"
Wraith rubbed his chin, muttering to himself thoughtfully as he stared at the silhouette ahead.
Just then, the motorcycle ahead suddenly performed a 360-degree rotation in the air, then landed steadily, slid forward for several meters, and came to a stop with a tail slide, blocking the middle of the road.
"Squeak——"
