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Two hours later.
In the northern outskirts of Xinhai, a black bike finally stopped next to a bike shed near an auto modification shop in an industrial park covered with graffiti.
Only then did Li Qingming remove his sunglasses and earphones, feeling the aches in his muscles and letting out a comfortable sigh.
Yin Li, who had been suspended for a long while, finally got to touch the ground.
She thought she would kill Li Qingming, but at this moment, she was only left with a sense of weakness centered around her waist and hips, not even the strength to shout.
"Want some water?" Li Qingming even kindly offered to share his sports drink.
Yin Li couldn't even bother to curse and barely managed to straighten up, saying, "I... don't want to talk... let's... finish up and head back."
"That's what I'm thinking." Li Qingming put away the drink, locked up the bike, and began talking about the next steps:
