This time, Anran had pushed herself to the absolute limit. By the time she reached the finish line, she was gasping for breath, sweat pouring down her face.
For a moment, the vampires' expressions turned complex, but Anran was too exhausted to notice. The prolonged high-speed ride had drained her completely. She panted heavily, trying to steady her breathing and regain her composure.
The screech of brakes echoed as Elma's white bike arrived at the summit, mere seconds behind.
"Elma ** !"
One of the vampires rushed forward as Elma dismounted, but she raised a hand, cutting him off. Her gaze was fixed on Liuguang, the human who had defeated her.
With Elma's arrival and her visibly grim expression, the vampires fell silent, not daring to make a sound.
Finally catching her breath, Anran noticed the strange looks everyone was giving her, including the golden-haired, green-eyed ** before her.
Assuming their reactions were due to her victory over Elma, Anran decided it was time to claim her prize.
She looked up and noticed that Elma's emerald eyes now had a faint red ring around the edges. Glancing around, she saw that several vampires wore odd expressions.
Deciding to break the silence, Anran said, "Elma ** , I concede to your skill. Now, can you tell me about the Night Emperor?"
At this, Elma smirked slyly. "The Night Emperor? He hasn't been seen for half a year. How would I know anything about him?"
Anran was startled.
Confused, she asked, "But before the race, you said that if I won, you'd tell me about the Night Emperor's whereabouts."
"Ha ha ha ha…"
As soon as Anran finished speaking, the vampires burst into laughter, their voices sharp and grating. Beneath her helmet, Anran frowned. Why were they acting so strangely?
Dennis chuckled. "The Night Emperor has always been a lone wolf, appearing and disappearing without a trace. Though he's one of our kind, we've never even seen his true face."
One of their kind? Did he mean fellow motorcycle enthusiasts? His choice of words was peculiar.
"So, you don't actually know anything about the Night Emperor? Then what was this race for?" Anran asked, a sense of unease creeping into her voice.
Elma snorted. "We were bored and wanted to have some fun with a human."
That was it. The promise of information about the Night Emperor had been nothing more than bait! They'd never expected a human to beat Elma of the Morris family.
Elma seethed with anger. She'd thought Wolfen was exaggerating, but it turned out there really was a human capable of such a feat. While this speed wasn't extraordinary for world-class riders, this was Rosewood, and Liuguang was a newcomer. Yet, this scrawny kid had defeated her in front of everyone—and so decisively!
Spoiled and indignant, Elma couldn't let this slide.
"You're despicable! You broke your promise!" Anran fumed.
Dennis stepped forward, his eyes glinting with a reddish hue. He grinned. "So what? As a human, just being in Elma ** 's presence is an honor."
As Dennis approached Anran, several other vampires began closing in. It was then that Anran realized something was terribly wrong. Her sense of unease grew stronger.
At that moment, a red motorcycle roared up to the summit. The rider removed his helmet, revealing Wolfen.
Seeing the vampires closing in, Wolfen shouted, "Liuguang—get out of here, now!"