A bicycle worth over ten million.
If it had been made of gold, it probably wouldn't cost this much.
But this bike is very light, if nothing else, it must be made of carbon fiber material.
Under the last glimpse of twilight.
Jiang Chen bent down, unlocked the bike, and was about to mount it to leave, when suddenly a voice filled with mirth echoed.
"The traffic police in River City are very strict. Riding while drunk could easily get you caught."
Tracing the voice.
In the dimness where day turns to night, a graceful figure appeared up ahead.
"Why are you out?"
"It's getting dark, and I should be heading back, I have work to do tomorrow."
Wu Yufei said with a laugh, and then with a meaningful look at Jiang Chen who was straddling the bike, "How about a bet? Once you go out, you might run into the traffic police."
