Two minutes earlier.
"Ha! The locals are impressive, yeah? Go eat shit!"
A Colby Mule sped down the road, its occupant in the back seat looked thrilled, turning around and flipping off the Six Street Gang left trailing behind!
Just then...
Boom—
A motorcycle shot out from behind the vehicle like a rocket and sped towards the battlefield!
The finger-flipping person looked confused, "What the hell was that? Did you see it?"
"Seems like… a rocket?" The driver stopped grinning, puzzled:
Was that supposed to be in the city?
But soon, they knew exactly what it was!
Boom—
A second motorcycle burst from the street corner, bending at almost zero degrees...
One must say, from a normal person's perspective, the trajectory of the second motorcycle was more normal; at least it was clear to see.
But such speed, on such a rainy night, it was outright impossible to maintain that turning radius—it would take a true zero-degree bend to make that turn possible.