He clamped the handgun between his legs, using his thigh for support, and extracted a fresh magazine loaded with bullets from his waist, pushing it steadily into the handgun.
With a crisp "click," the slide reset, the sound of metal colliding was especially clear against the low roar of the engine.
This modified heavy Harley was simply too eye-catching.
The silver body reflected a cold and dazzling light under the flames burning by the street.
The rough side guards added to the body were covered with scratches and dents from battles, exuding an unmasked wild aura.
The engine's thunderous roar was ear-splitting, not only stirring one's blood but also inevitably attracting hostile gazes from both sides of the road.
Those hidden predators lurking in the shadows had long regarded this motorcycle and its rider as their prey.
Just as Zhou Qingfeng finished loading, a skinny figure suddenly darted out from the dilapidated street ahead.
