At that moment, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a running motorcycle parked by the roadside. It stood there quietly, its engine still humming as if calling out to him. The body of the motorcycle had a few scratches, but it looked like it was still in working order—a timely help for Liang Song indeed.
A surge of joy washed over Liang Song. "This is it!" Without the slightest hesitation, he dashed toward the motorcycle. Crowds of people were still fleeing in panic, and he wove back and forth among them, nimbly dodging the terrified throngs. Reaching the motorcycle, he vaulted onto it in a single bound, gripping the handlebars tightly with his knuckles turning white from the force. He took a deep breath, his eyes revealing a resolute determination. He knew that riding this motorcycle meant getting one step closer to Wang Luoran's residential compound, but it also meant stepping closer to danger. Yet, at this moment, he felt no desire to back down; his mind was consumed entirely by concern for his comrade's family. With that, he twisted the throttle hard.
The motorcycle let out a roar and lunged forward like a wild horse breaking free from its reins.
Chapter 405