Chapter 62: Whispers of the Night Emperor, a Piercing Cry for Help

"Boss, so you really know this kid?" Yellow Hair leaned in, curiosity etched on his face. 

Wild Wolf nodded. "You've seen him before. He's the one who challenged me at Green Cloud Peak." 

At the time, the conversation between Wild Wolf and Streamlight after their race had been private, so no one else knew that An Ran had left such an impression. 

"Who would dare challenge you, Boss? Oh… Boss, why'd you hit me on the head? I'll get dumb!" Yellow Hair complained, rubbing his head. 

Wild Wolf shot him a cold look. "To make you remember." 

With that, he ignored the embarrassing display and took a few steps forward, inviting An Ran into his bar. 

After the earlier ordeal, An Ran wanted to avoid further complications. She declined the invitation and got straight to the point. "Wild Wolf, I'm just here to ask—does our bet still stand?" 

To her surprise, Wild Wolf let out a hearty laugh. "Haha… I knew you'd come about yesterday. Streamlight, the 'Night Clan' kept our end of the deal. That biker gang yesterday wasn't mine." 

It was only then that Yellow Hair had his lightbulb moment. The small, unassuming figure before him—the one who had actually knocked out one of their own—was the same person who had defeated Wild Wolf at Green Cloud Peak and forced them to reinstall their mufflers! 

If he'd known earlier, he would've charged in to teach the kid a lesson—though he conveniently ignored the question of whether he could actually win. 

"You're saying there's another biker gang in Roseville? They're not under your command?" An Ran asked. 

She hadn't expected such a small town to have so many motorcycle enthusiasts. 

"Exactly. Strictly speaking, they're not a formal gang. They're a bunch of unrestrained maniacs obsessed with speed," Wild Wolf explained. 

Beneath the brim of her cap, An Ran frowned. According to Wild Wolf, these individuals were essentially untouchable. 

Wild Wolf added, "They heard that someone beat me in Roseville and wanted to test your skills. Plus, they might have information about the Night Emperor." 

The Night Emperor… 

The name sent a ripple through An Ran's heart. The legendary biker who could hit 350 mph—as a motorcycle enthusiast herself, she couldn't help but feel drawn to meeting them. 

"So, they want to race me?" An Ran asked. 

Wild Wolf nodded. "Exactly. The race is set for the 13th of this month, at Green Cloud Peak. I suggested the location since you've raced me there before and know the terrain. As for who they'll send, I'm not sure yet." 

An Ran smirked. "Seems like you've already accepted on my behalf." 

Wild Wolf was about to respond when suddenly, chaos erupted. 

"Ah—Help! Somebody help—" 

A man's scream pierced the air from somewhere in the district, chilling everyone to the bone. 

"Let's go! Check it out!" Wild Wolf ordered. 

His men, still armed with steel pipes and iron rods from their earlier confrontation with An Ran, immediately followed him toward the source of the cry. 

An Ran, who'd been surrounded in the middle of the group, had no choice but to follow. But when she saw the scene in the alley, she deeply regretted her decision. 

With just a single glance, An Ran felt a cold shiver run down her spine. A wave of nausea rose in her chest. She leaned against the cold, damp wall of the alley, fighting the urge to vomit…