"Screech——"
A piercing brake sound.
The motorcyclist executed a supposedly cool drift, stopping his bike right in front of Qin Huan.
In the process, blocking Zhang Feng's path too.
Little did he know, there was nothing cool about his so-called impressive stunt.
The newcomer exchanged a glance, looked at the rider, and revealed a hint of helplessness in their eyes.
They intended to ignore him and walk away.
But the rider was relentless.
He boldly removed his helmet.
That dense yellow hair was just too standard.
Yet, the moment he took off the helmet, Zhang Feng frowned slightly.
Something seemed to flash through the yellow-haired man's pupils!
But upon closer inspection, Zhang Feng saw nothing.
He paused slightly, thinking to himself, "Did I see it wrong?"
The yellow-haired man, oblivious to what Zhang Feng saw, tucked his helmet under his arm, whistled at the drifting white-clad Qin Huan, threw a seductive glance, and spoke in a frivolous voice:
"Hey beauty, alone?"
