C588 The Strength to Crush

The engine's roar pierced through the helmet from behind, a relentless demon's wail burrowing into Zhang Xu's brain. He hesitated, struggling to accept the reality.

"Damn it, this can't be happening!" he muttered in disbelief.

Peering into the rearview mirror, there was no sign of Chen Zhixuan or the black H2R. Yet, the sound reverberated unmistakably, impossible to dismiss as illusion