Lords of the Old Ones? I thought it was a speed bump.

Chapter 19 A Path of Sparks and Lightning

Early in the morning, the thin mist had not yet dissipated from the streets of Baigang City.

The city had just woken up from its slumber, and the streets should have been quiet and peaceful.

But not long after, this tranquility was shattered by a piercing engine roar.

On the sidewalks of the city, several modified motorcycles sped along the streets like mad beasts.

The car was covered in flashy stickers, and the driver had dyed blond hair.

And by not wearing a helmet, they were trying to show how tough they were.

These teenagers were all school dropouts and troublemakers living in the suburbs, and their leader was named Zhao Dabao.

Because he disliked his original name for being too rustic, Zhao Dabao gave himself the stage name "Hillbilly".

Unlike typical nighttime street racers, Zhao Dabao and his team prefer to go out during the day.

In his words, "We can speed, but we still need to pay attention to safety. It's easy to crash at night because visibility is poor. We need to drive during the day when visibility is high."

Zhao Dabao's foresight was admired by his underlings, who hadn't even finished junior high school, and they all nodded in agreement.

However, this morning, Zhao Dabao, as usual, led his underlings out to patrol the streets.

Just as they were riding around on their will-o'-the-wisps, trying to see if anyone was violating traffic rules,

Suddenly, a figure as fast as lightning darted out from the non-bicycle lane beside them!

The figure sped along at incredible speed, leaving Zhao Dabao and his team behind in the blink of an eye.

Holy crap! Don't they know this street is under my protection? How dare they drive illegally right in front of us?

Seeing the figure that seemed to be riding a motorcycle, Zhao Dabao let out a strange cry, waved his hand, and shouted:

"Guys! Someone's causing trouble! Chase after him! Overtake him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Dabao took the lead and twisted the accelerator to the top.

The specially modified Ghost Fire motorcycle streaked across the street in a red flash!

That damn thing, driving his motorcycle at high speed and disturbing the neighbors first thing in the morning, doesn't he have any shame at all!

Driven by a desire to rid the community of a menace, Zhao Dabao maneuvered his vehicle recklessly through the traffic lanes.

Every time a car passed by, the driver would stick his head out of the window and yell at him.

But because they were moving so fast, Zhao Dabao couldn't hear what they were saying and thought they were praising him for being a good example of eliminating harm for the people.

Since so many people support me, I must punish evil and promote good so that they can all work and live in peace.

With that in mind, Zhao Dabao used all his strength and finally caught up with the figure at the next traffic light.

However, the moment he got closer and saw the other person clearly, he was completely stunned.

This isn't some gangster riding a crazy motorcycle and causing a ruckus in the streets; it's just a young student riding a bicycle.

What... what's going on? You saw a ghost first thing in the morning? How can someone ride a bicycle at 100 kilometers per hour? Are you trying to drive on the highway?

Just as Zhao Dabao was staring blankly at him, Lin Jue, the young student who was waiting for the green light, also noticed the gaze coming from the side.

Because after coming out of the dungeon, I happily ate seven or eight beef sandwiches and drank five times the protein powder.

When Lin Jue left the house, there were less than ten minutes left before class started.

Given that the distance from his home to Baigang High School is more than ten kilometers, he would definitely be late under normal circumstances.

But Lin Jue clearly didn't want to be late, so he sped up a little on the way.

At that moment, the heavy "Anti-theft MK2" left a black afterimage across the non-motorized vehicle lane.

Although the chain was almost worn down to sparks, Lin Jue's expression clearly showed that he was not very satisfied.

His dissatisfaction stemmed from a simple fact: the bicycle, crafted from fine iron, was far too light.

The entire vehicle weighs only about 100 pounds, which is no different from air to Lin Jue now.

This is a real headache. Where can I find a heavier vehicle? ... There are definitely no car dealerships left.

If I were to build it myself, I would need to find heavier materials, and I don't have the time or inclination for that.

It took Lin Jue a full month to build this "anti-theft MK2".

Time is too precious for him now, how could he possibly waste it on such trivial matters?

Just as Lin Jue stopped in front of the zebra crossing, resting his steel-like arms on the handlebars in a daze...

He suddenly felt as if someone was staring intently at him from the side.

Turning around, I saw a guy with dyed yellow hair and wearing a leather jacket standing there.

For some reason, the young man with the will-o'-the-wisp was looking at him with a ghostly gaze, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.

Seeing Lin Jue's gaze sweep over him, Zhao Dabao's heart trembled, and he even had the urge to retreat.

What a ferocious look! This guy has probably killed countless people!

Just as Zhao Dabao felt his scalp tingle under his gaze, Lin Jue slowly spoke:

"Hey buddy, got something from me?"

Lin Jue initially thought that this thug might be trying to extort money from him because he was dressed as a student.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Dabao's facial muscles quickly contorted into a fawning expression, and he smiled and waved, saying:

"Well... it's nothing much, I just noticed your extraordinary physique and wanted to get to know you."

Before he finished speaking, he quickly took out a handwritten business card from his cigarette case and respectfully handed it over.

Lin Jue picked up the business card and glanced at it. It read "Shanji Motorcycle Shop (Unique Craftsmanship: Thirty Years of Professional Handmade Motorcycle Modification)".

After reading it, Lin Jue looked the man up and down, raised an eyebrow, and said:

"You don't look thirty at all. How did you accumulate thirty years of work experience?"

"...Actually, this is what my dad does, so it's a case of sons following in their fathers' footsteps, haha."

Just as Zhao Dabao was smiling awkwardly, Lin Jue suddenly asked:

"Since you can modify motorcycles, you can modify bicycles too, right?"

A bicycle? Upon hearing this, Zhao Dabao immediately puffed out his chest and said confidently:

"That's even simpler. You can do whatever you want with it. I've even installed nitrogen injectors before."

Although the man who asked him to install a nitrogen injector on his bicycle has been out of the spotlight for several years.

But Zhao Dabao firmly believed that it was not his fault, but the driver's technical problem.

"That's great." Lin Jue had a lot of things that needed to be modified, so he nodded and said:

"I'd like to ask you to help me build a handmade bicycle. Do you have time?"

"Yes! Absolutely! Do you have any special requests?"

"There's nothing special about it, except that the total weight of the vehicle must be at least 300 pounds."

"Okay, total vehicle weight... Huh?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Dabao, who was just taking out a small notebook to write it down, was stunned.

Zhao Dabao knew that people who usually sought him out for car modifications had various illegal requirements; otherwise, there was no need for them to come at all.

But he never expected there would be such a bizarre request in the world. How can a person drive a car weighing 300 pounds?

Just as Zhao Dabao was surprised, Lin Jue, thinking he didn't have the ability, shook his head and said:

"If you can't do it, then forget it. It does require some technical skill, and not everyone can do it."

Zhao Dabao was still wondering how to do this thing, but after Lin Jue said that, he immediately got angry.

"Who says I can't do it?" he said firmly, twisting his neck.

"A 300-pound bicycle, right? Leave your phone number, and I guarantee it will be delivered to you within a week!"

"...Seriously?"

"Of course, I won't charge a single penny if I can't do it!"

At Zhao Dabao's insistence, Lin Jue left his phone number.

Watching him lead a group of his underlings rushing back to the car dealership, Lin Jue couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems like I've gotten involved with some weird people... Oh well, I'd better hurry to school, or I'll be late."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the wheels of the cart spun again, sending sparks flying once more.

Lin Jue rushed towards the familiar Baigang High School with sparks and lightning all the way.