The car following closely behind made the person riding the motorcycle frown for a fraction of a second, until they reached the agreed-upon meeting spot and found two more vehicles waiting there—three identical motorcycles, identical outfits, and even identical backpacks.
Aning slammed on her brakes. Watching the three motorcycles spin around in circles until it was completely impossible to tell them apart, the smile on her lips deepened. Without waiting for the three of them to scatter and flee, she revved her engine and charged straight at them, looking fully prepared to go all out and trap all three.
Whether startled by Aning's reckless intensity or not, the next second the three riders floored their throttles and shot off in three different directions like arrows released from a bowstring.
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