Instead of wasting resources, why don't I eat you instead!

"Of course, I came riding the golden motorcycle that I took from here. It's only been a day, don't you recognize it?"Alexander said matter-of-factly.

"Is that what I fucking asked?"

Anthony was trembling with rage, his heart rate reaching 250 beats per minute.

Motorcycles like this golden one are extremely rare, especially those ghost motorcycles possessing consciousness.

In past races, few people could truly earn the approval of a ghost motorcycle. Anthony would secretly manipulate the competition, arranging for his people to win the top spots.

Thus, the real competitors could only acquire regular motorcycles.

The "Blade Ghost", who had competed repeatedly, did so not just to sell the motorcycles and earn ghost coins, but more importantly, he wanted a genuine, sentient ghost motorcycle, not one of those ordinary motorcycles that had had its consciousness wiped.