Chapter 893: Chapter 714: Rock and Roll Under Lawrence’s guidance, a luxury convoy emerged from the tunnel, winding swiftly towards Kyoto.
"So fast, are they rushing to the bathroom?"
Huai Shi looked down, scrutinizing their receding shapes, and picked up the walkie-talkie in his hand: "The target has appeared, everyone get ready, let’s move."
Saying so, he tossed the drone into the air and turned to instruct Shanxia behind him: "I’ll leave the command to you."
"Yes!"
With respect, Shanxia bent over and handed over the helmet with both hands: "Wish you great fortune in battle!"
"I hope for more prosperity in fortune."
Huai Shi reached for the helmet, secured it over his face.
The specially-made helmet, a burning red like flames, revealed curved horns from beneath its hardened visor, paired with menacing golden patterns surrounding it, resembling an evil ghost confined within a human body.
In the roar of the engine, Huai Shi twisted the throttle, his motorcycle let out a screeching sound, rushing away from the camera’s view.
Soon, it disappeared from the drone’s sight.
The drone, floating upwards, shifted in color, quietly disappearing into the air, with only the faint hum spreading in the sky above the mountain road.
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In the center of the convoy, inside the elongated limousine, Sanship Longma irritably smoked a cigarette, scratching at his collar.
He showed none of the solemn demeanor of a religious leader in front of believers; as soon as he entered the car, he took off his shoes and discarded the cumbersome robe, revealing the floral shirt and gold chain beneath, twisting and turning in the seat like an old monkey.
"The Pope is overly cautious, is this really necessary?"
"There’s been a lot of tension lately, and something big is brewing up there. Moreover, didn’t the hybrids say they wouldn’t let this go quietly not long ago?"
One of the stern guards checking his firearm answered: "To avoid any moves from those bastards, caution is necessary - actually, for safety, you should wear a bulletproof vest."
"Wearing a bulletproof vest to meet the big shots, are we religious legal men or survivalists? It’s ridiculous."
Sanship Longma sighed, looking at the guards inside the car: "If something happens to you, what’s the use if I’m wearing a bulletproof vest... Want some?"
Skillfully rolling cigarette paper in his hand, he handed one over.
Guard, startled: "No need, and... aren’t you attending the religious ceremony today?"
"It’s precisely because I’m going to preach that I need to get HIGH first."
Sanship Longma clicked his tongue in awe, lit up the cigarette, took a deep inhale of the forbidden fragrance, his back twitching, his face turned crimson, his gaze became hallucinatory, his pupils dilating.
Fantasy and ethereal sounds resonated again by his ears, like heavenly music, thousands sang sacred hymns together. His soul, his so-called soul, freed from the physical constraints, floated upwards, drawn by a gentle force ascending, transcending earthly bonds, re-entering that hallucinatory and beautiful light dimension.
"So wonderful, compassionate love..."
He roamed under the tender gaze of the gods, reverently chanting sacred classics over and over, feeling the spiritual body purified and sublimated under the light of the Heavenly Kingdom.
The smoke rose.
His body gradually went limp, losing strength, breathing rapidly, leaning against the leather seat.
The diffused hollow pupils gazed into the void before him, smiling happily involuntarily.
The sound of celestial music became more distinct.
Closer, closer... finally...
Boom!
The sudden explosion jolted him awake from his dreamy stupor, raised his eyes bewilderedly, the ethereal music dissipated without a trace, shattered by the harsh noise.
Only a deep roar remained, like iron roaring aloud.
That was the thunderous noise of the engine.
Burning oil, spewing thick smoke, a heavy motorcycle suddenly flew from the mountain road, crossing road boundaries, galloping over the complex mountain body.
Rushing downward.
A black motorcycle broke through the bushes like a drop of ink rolling off a tilted sheet of paper, leaving behind a trail of brutally burning smoke that lingered long.
Only the high-pitched, piercing engine sound rapidly approaching.
Together with the knight atop the iron horse, descended from the sky!
"Nine, Nine, intercept it!" A guard inside the car picked up the walkie-talkie, warning: "Everyone unlock your safety, if it dares come close, attack directly..."
Before finishing his sentence, gunfire rang out.
The rear window suddenly opened from the last car, and the guard inside reached out with a weapon, aiming at the knight speeding towards them from behind and pulled the trigger.
But Huai Shi twisted the throttle.
Instantly, the speed skyrocketed.
The heavy, bulky motorcycle suddenly moved with unbelievable agility, dodging left and right, deftly avoiding the shotgun’s firing range, instantly close at hand.
Looking down,
The instrument panel’s light reflected onto the red helmet, like the twisted face of an evil ghost, seemingly mocking with a sinister grin.