After crushing the Ultraman toy, Jiang Ning got on his motorcycle and rode off smoothly toward South Lake.
Leaving the village, the flat concrete road turned into a dirt track. It was the depth of winter; the air was filled with a bone-chilling cold, and the ground was frozen hard. As the wheels rolled over it, they made a crisp crunching sound as patches of thin ice shattered.
He headed south, riding parallel to the ditch along the dirt road.
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