Chapter 88: Haven’t You Stirred Up Enough Trouble?

The surroundings grew increasingly unfamiliar, and Anran couldn't hold back her curiosity. "Night Emperor, where are you taking me?" 

Yet, the silver motorcycle continued its journey, the man in the driver's seat seemingly deaf to her question, though the speed had noticeably slowed. 

Her heart, which had raced wildly during the high-speed ride, gradually calmed. But a sense of unease crept in once more. "Stop! Please, stop!" she called out again. 

This time, the screech of brakes pierced the air. Anran, unprepared, lurched forward, her helmet slamming into the man's back. Yet, he didn't utter a single sound. 

The motorcycle came to a halt at the edge of a narrow path, devoid of streetlights. Towering, ancient trees lined the roadside, their shadows dancing in the moonlight. 

The moment the bike stopped, Anran released her grip and dismounted. The Night Emperor killed the engine and stepped off as well, standing before her like an immovable wall, unshaken by any storm. 

He simply stood there, silently and intently watching her. 

Yes, the Night Emperor was angry. 

When he realized Anran might have been involved in the Wind Clan's race, a surge of uncontrollable fury had overtaken him. That day, upon seeing her modified motorcycle, he'd known she was a biking enthusiast. But he never expected her to be so reckless, daring to roam the night repeatedly. 

Tonight, when the Wind Clan members shouted "Morris," he knew they were racing against a human. An inexplicable fear had gripped him, like a foreboding premonition. To confirm his suspicions, he'd raced toward the summit, and as he neared, he caught the distinct scent of her blood carried on the wind. 

Fortunately, the adrenaline of the ride had cooled most of his anger. Otherwise, he wasn't sure what he might have done. 

Being stared at so intently by a stranger made Anran uncomfortable, even though this man inexplicably inspired her trust. 

She didn't understand why she felt this way. It was their first meeting, yet when he'd barked at her, she'd obeyed without hesitation, climbing onto the bike behind him. 

Perhaps she'd detected concern in his voice, though his tone had been so cold, hadn't it? 

His gaze was too direct. Anran looked away awkwardly and said, "Earlier… thank you for getting me out of that situation." 

"Out of that situation?" the Night Emperor retorted coldly. 

What a joke! Did she think everything that had happened was just a simple rescue? Did she even realize she'd been teetering on the brink of disaster? 

Perfect! With that one sentence, she'd managed to reignite the anger he thought he'd extinguished. 

She'd been out at night, mingling with adult vampires, and had somehow crossed Elma! If he hadn't arrived in time, the consequences would have been unthinkable. 

Thankfully, years ago, he'd spent some time riding motorcycles and had earned a certain level of respect within the Wind Clan. From the moment he'd arrived, he'd intimidated Elma and her lackeys. 

Otherwise, faced with overwhelming numbers, he might not have been able to extract Anran so smoothly. 

The Night Emperor's voice grew even colder as he struggled to contain the strange emotions bubbling within him. "Haven't you stirred up enough trouble?" 

"Huh?" Anran was puzzled. Wasn't this their first meeting? When had she ever caused him any trouble?