"Bro Panda, bad luck, it's a Pioneer."
The motorcyclist who came over with a helmet to ask questions pulled a sharp turn and returned to the punk-style heavy motorcycle, his words also laden with some gloom and complaint.
The heavy motorcycle had rather wide and thick tires, which meant it didn't need a stand or foot support even when stopped.
By now, a hulking man over two meters tall had casually stopped his motorbike to the side and was leaning on it while smoking a cigarette, disinterestedly.
He didn't need his underling to reply because he had already heard Tao Yu's somewhat dopey voice and then chuckled.
"Are you dumb? How many of us Pioneers have come in total? Could we possibly form such a large group?"
This made the helmet-wearing underling pause, and then he looked back at the cargo trucks and motorcycle brigade that began to slow down.
