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676: Chapter 89: Intertwined 676: Chapter 89: Intertwined That was the roar of a beast.

The black modified motorcycle thundered, surprisingly rushing directly down from a steep staircase on the side!

The bumpy posture was like an angry tiger shaking its body!

It commands awe.

Hidden in the void of the night, Da Zhe gently hung the Zhan Lu, which had transformed back into a key, around his neck, tidied up his scarf, and softly said, “A man should be like this, Zhu Maolin… not bad, not bad!”

Da Zhe shifted from standing to sitting, leisurely twisted open a bottle of green tea, and drank alone, his face smiling.

At this moment, a rider shouted loudly, “Who!”

The black modified motorcycle abruptly braked, the huge inertia lifting the rear half of the bike, but the person on the bike twisted forcefully, making the tail spin around, slamming directly onto the rider, knocking him to the ground! “Damn it!” The others cursed together and charged madly.

But the man on the black motorcycle drew a silver giant wrench from the vehicle, like an ancient knight on a steed, brandishing it fiercely.

This giant wrench is long and hard, smashing it on someone casually injures bones, truly a super killing weapon! “Get on!”

Waving the giant wrench, he shouted loudly.

Hou Chen Yuhuan was startled, recognizing the familiar voice, and exclaimed, “Husband!” “Get on!”

Zhu Maolin threw the wrench directly, smashing it into the shoulder of yet another approaching rider, causing him great pain.

At the same time, he revved the throttle, the black motorcycle roared to life again, rushing towards Hou Chen Yuhuan, grabbing her hand firmly, pulling her up to sit behind him, “Hold me tight!”

Hou Chen Yuhuan didn’t care about anything else, nor why Zhu Maolin was here, only feeling absolutely safe at this moment, nodded firmly and held onto Zhu Maolin’s back with all her might.

The rapidly spinning tires kicked up a cloud of dust as Zhu Maolin ignored the riders and dashed away! “Chase!

Keep chasing no matter what!”

The riders who fell to the ground gritted their teeth, enduring the pain to get up, quickly lifting the fallen motorcycles, and furiously pursued, like hyenas chasing a lion! “Husband, I…” “Talk later.” Zhu Maolin did not look back, responding simply but with a gentle voice, “Hold tighter.”

Hou Chen Yuhuan nodded slightly, her arms unknowingly holding Zhu Maolin tighter.

Zhu Maolin glanced at the motorcycle’s rear-view mirror; the three motorcycles behind were relentlessly pursuing, crazily closing in… judging by their driving styles, they were probably not ordinary riders.

Zhu Maolin squinted… so what, who can catch up with him?

Even through the handlebar, his palm seemed directly connected to the bike’s handlebars, Zhu Maolin’s body suddenly bent lower, chest almost touching the motorcycle’s fuel cap.

In the whirlwind, the black motorcycle leaned aggressively to the left side of the ground, making the sharpest turn possible, so thrilling that Hou Chen Yuhuan instinctively closed her eyes, her heart pounding.

Who the hell is this guy!

Even if they relentlessly chase… they can barely keep up, yet the distance keeps growing—this is no less than the ultimate humiliation for them as riders.

In this contest of speeds, being continuously left behind by the opponent is something every rider in the world dreads.

They desperately maxed their throttles, eyes turning bloodshot—the guy on the black motorcycle was just too arrogant, even going the wrong way!

Though… on such a late night, going against the traffic in this newly developed area, there were hardly any cars anyways. “This direction… this guy intends to get on the highway!

Can’t let him go!” “Yeah, this guy’s bike is too heavily modified, this isn’t something ordinary people would do… once he gets on the highway, we won’t be able to catch up!” “I’ll circle ahead to cut him off!”

The higher the speed of the bike, the louder the engine roared, especially on the empty avenue in the development zone, as loud as an air raid siren, deafening!

One rider had likely taken a shortcut, now suddenly rushing out in front of Zhu Maolin, holding a thick, long iron chain. “Husband…” “Close your eyes, don’t be afraid…

I won’t let anything happen.”

Zhu Maolin quickly scanned the surrounding environment, finding no usable terrain, but against the norm, he pulled another wrench from the bike’s front compartment.

The rider blocking ahead saw this guy pulling out another wrench and felt his heart skip—does this guy always carry such brutal weapons on him?

Who the hell is the real gangster here!

The blocking rider instinctively recoiled from the terrifying wrench, shrinking his head as his body shook slightly, Zhu Maolin evaded his interception effortlessly, steering away softly.

But Zhu Maolin didn’t intend to rush onto the highway, but steered towards the city via the development avenue.

The city was much more bustling, with more late-night returning or departing vehicles, the gusting wind making Hou Chen Yuhuan unable to hear anything as she hid behind Zhu Maolin, so the gushing wind didn’t make her unable to open her eyes.

Unable to hear anything other than the wind, not even the nearby engine sounds.

Her body swayed with the black motorcycle’s movements, the wind penetrating her clothes carrying a bone-chilling cold.

She no longer knew how many private cars Zhu Maolin overtook.

Only the road ahead, a long stretch of highway, was like a winding path in an oil painting leading to a mountain-top castle, constantly extending, deserted.

Hou Chen Yuhuan slightly raised her head, the towering buildings around her gradually rose up, no longer the vast development zone.

The bustling city had long since quieted down, yet the light-polluting neon lights were still flashing.

But the neon lights seemed to stack up like layers of aurora.

They had an arc.

A black motorcycle traveling on a huge curved loop made them have an arc, swiftly sweeping over Hou Chen Yuhuan’s head.

The motorcycle seemed to move from this end to that end, a long take, reaching the end of the highway before jumping out of the frame and disappearing.

The three riders finally stopped… they couldn’t even see the taillights of the black motorcycle and had to give up despondently. …

The chill persisted; after all, it was a winter day at the end of December.

From shock to continuous shock throughout the day, Hou Chen Yuhuan felt a bit trembly due to the cold, yet somehow she found peace instead.

Zhu Maolin, have you slowed down?

Hou Chen Yuhuan didn’t know; she lacked the ability to measure the speed of a motorcycle, but the howling not only drowned all her hearing but seemed to ensnare everything that passed by into a quagmire.

Slower, slower, everything slowed down before her eyes.

She tried hard to force her half-open eyes to widen a bit more, then pressed her ear against Zhu Maolin’s back, as if this could break through the roaring wind’s clamor to hear the heartbeat inside that body.

Strong and powerful.

The motorcycle’s speed might have slowed down, and the cold wind was no longer bone-chilling.

Hou Chen Yuhuan suddenly said, “I just felt like my body was lifted up; was it the wind?”

Zhu Maolin just slightly turned his head, opened the visor of his helmet, and said with a laugh, “You’re too heavy, how could the wind lift you up?

Unless it’s a level twelve typhoon.”

Hou Chen Yuhuan opened her mouth, wanting to bite this guy’s ear, but seeing him wearing a helmet, she had to give up reluctantly.

She suddenly chuckled, lying on Zhu Maolin’s back, giggling nonstop, “I, haven’t… laughed so happily in a long time.” “Yeah, I heard.” “Honey, can we go around one more time before going home?” “Yeah.” … …

The black motorcycle finally stopped back at its original place, and Zhu Maolin covered it again with the canvas.

Hou Chen Yuhuan stood beside him; the underground parking lot was not that cold anymore.

She said softly, “It’s been almost a year since we last rode it, right?” “Actually, I have ridden it,” Zhu Maolin shook his head, his gaze somewhat complicated, “I’ve ridden it secretly.”

Hou Chen Yuhuan looked up and asked, “Not coming home when you said you were working overtime?” “Occasionally.” Zhu Maolin didn’t see any anger in his wife’s eyes.

He just reached out to grab Hou Chen Yuhuan’s arm… just above the wrist, pulling her toward the elevator, and they walked in.

She was as docile as when they first met.

Later, in front of the door at home, Zhu Maolin patted his body, realizing he hadn’t brought the keys.

Hou Chen Yuhuan tapped his head; she had the keys.

Before they could turn on the lights in the living room, Zhu Maolin, who came in behind her, closed the door and pressed Hou Chen Yuhuan against the wall at the entrance, holding her face in his hands and kissed her fiercely.

She undid his clothes.

He undid hers.

The clothes were casually discarded on the floor.

Zhu Maolin lifted one of Hou Chen Yuhuan’s legs, forcefully filling the emptiness she had felt over the years.

The flames of passion between them rekindled.

A few splendid flower cards hidden within Hou Chen Yuhuan’s clothing quietly disappeared. … …

Luo Qiu held in his hand the flower cards that had quietly disappeared—indicating that the deal had been canceled.

Of course, this business never really started; the client hesitated at the time of purchase, never proposing it, and naturally, there was no follow-up.

This was the first automatic cancellation of a transaction since Luo Qiu took over… but Boss Luo didn’t mind.

Boss Luo nodded, calmly saying, “The time difference is gone.”

With a wave, the flower cards in his hand disappeared.

Boss Luo snapped his fingers, “If a couple can join together, they can naturally have children.

This is human nature.

In the future, they should have a very good child, and all the misfortune… who knows.”

The boss, thinking about something, looked at the Maid beside him, chuckled and said, “Even if a deal doesn’t go through, there should still be virtue, can’t have people calling you a swindler all the time.” “Master is talking about…

Ms.

Long?” The Maid blinked her eyes. “I didn’t say that.”

Boss Luo waved his hand…

A scene of light and shadow appeared before them, constantly changing to show the statuses of Da Zhe, Zixing, Wang Yuechuan, Professor Cui Fo, and others.