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Fortunately, this bike was a decent brand of mountain bike, and its quality was still not bad. Even with Ning Fan treating it this way, sparking and flashing lightning, it still hadn't fallen apart.
If it had been a shared bicycle, it probably would have fallen to pieces by now.
Still, even so, as the mountain bike moved forward, it emitted a grating sound that was enough to set one's teeth on edge.
Ning Fan was somewhat worried internally, praying, "Just hold on a little longer, we are about to catch up."
It seemed as if the bicycle had heard Ning Fan's prayers, though it looked ready to fall apart, it persisted.
Soon, the bicycle neared the motorcycle.
The guy sitting on the back had been looking back the entire time. They didn't feel too threatened by the police cars, but the bicycle sticking to their tail like a tenacious maggot had become an unforgettable nuisance, like ants on a hot pan.
