The sleek black motorcycle sped down the road.
Zhang Yiming wore a motorcycle helmet, looking very much like he was the real deal.
The speed appeared to be eighty miles per hour.
In reality, it was only half of half of that.
That is, if you ignored Leng Yebai pedaling beside the motorcycle and Bai Yifan gliding on a skateboard.
Zhang Yiming looked like an emotionless racing machine.
At last, at long last.
Zhang Yiming finally couldn't take it anymore.
He stopped the bike, and under the stunned gazes of Bai Xiqin and the others, he tied the bicycle and Bai Yifan to the back seat of the motorcycle.
The speed finally picked up a little.
Bai Yifan, tightly gripping the rope, felt like he was flying while sliding on his skateboard.
Leng Yebai, pedaling away, no longer felt any resistance...
Over two hours later, the speed of the motorcycle dropped, and the group soon arrived at Sheep Village.
From afar, Sheep Village looked like the quiet little village it always was.
