Chapter 7: The Challenge Under the Moonlight

Anran sped through the night on her silver motorcycle, "Streamer."

She raced swiftly, guided only by the distant roar of engines and the cacophony of motorcycles. If she didn't keep up, she'd lose them. Soon, she'd left the cottages and residential areas behind, following the noise until she reached the foot of a mountain where over a dozen motorcycle enthusiasts had gathered.

The group clearly knew each other. They sat astride their bikes, chatting and laughing in small clusters, some even showing off stunts. The scene was lively. When they noticed Anran approaching on her motorcycle, their eyes lit up with curiosity and amusement. The rider wore a helmet, concealing their identity.

"Hey, kid! Haven't seen you around before. Looking to join the Night Clan?" A man with a wheatish complexion and a rugged, masculine build spoke up. His black crystal earring glinted under the dim light.

The others turned their attention to the newcomer. None of them could have guessed that beneath the bulky riding suit and helmet was a young girl.

Anran deliberately deepened her voice, replying gruffly, "Night Clan? Sorry, not interested."

The burly man frowned. "Then why are you here?"

Anran raised her voice slightly, her words clear and deliberate. "I'm here to challenge you."

"Ha! Ha! Boss, did I hear that right? This kid wants to challenge the Night Clan?" A young man on a red motorcycle burst into exaggerated laughter, his body shaking with amusement.

His laughter was contagious, and soon, the entire group was chuckling, mocking Anran's audacity and naivety.

"You heard right. If I win, you'll have to reinstall your mufflers," Anran stated calmly.

"Wait, what? The kid wants us to put our mufflers back on?"

"Kid, don't get ahead of yourself!"

"Damn! This is bold—even Night Emperor hasn't said something like that!"

"Come on, guys! Let's teach this kid a lesson!"

The man with the earring watched the challenger silently, implicitly approving his comrades' actions.

Soon, over a dozen motorcycles revved their engines, the deafening roar echoing through the night. The members of the Night Clan rode in circles around Anran, their headlights casting harsh beams on the scene. Each face wore a smirk, their gazes mocking, like cats toying with a mouse.

Anran merely sneered. "So, you're all coming at me? Fine by me."

Her words infuriated the Night Clan. Almost instantly, a young man on a red motorcycle charged toward "Streamer," his speed impressive. Another red bike came roaring from a different direction…

Beneath her helmet, Anran smirked. "Streamer" darted like a silver bolt of lightning, weaving through the red motorcycles—one, three, seven… In a flash, it broke free from the encirclement with unimaginable skill and agility.

Once free, Anran turned her bike around, facing the stunned expressions of the Night Clan members.