Good Guy, You Were Forced to Stop Assaulting a Police Officer With a Mace?

 A black police motorcycle sped through the streets. Both the rider and the passenger wore helmets, concealing their faces. 

Zhou Qiang gripped Su Xuan's waist tightly, his other hand clutching the rear handle, and his legs squeezed the motorcycle's body. It wasn't what he intended, but the way Su Xuan was driving... it was way too fast! If he didn't hold on like this, he might be flung off and killed!

Despite this, he couldn't help but wonder why things had suddenly taken this turn with Su Xuan.

"What the heck, slow down!" he shouted.

He watched as Su Xuan swiftly turned onto a larger road, taking a deep breath. Given the circumstances, this guy must want to climb forward quickly. It seemed like Su Xuan had discovered something... but instead of explaining, he had suddenly accelerated, scaring the daylights out of him.