"Hmph, I'm still afraid that the phoenix, the gang of riders, wouldn't dare to come."

At the top of Mount Haruna, a row of modified four-wheeled sports cars of various shapes parked neatly on the observation deck.

Dozens of men in racing suits and black suits stood in front of the team, looking at the motorcycle headlights that appeared below the mountain, showing grim smiles.

"It seems that your group of 'car friends' still care about you, the head of the group."

Surrounded by the men, there were several men lying on the ground wearing special attack uniforms of the beasts.

Among them, Ichimoto Miyako, who has a bruised nose and a swollen face, is confused.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Wait, this number..."

Hearing the more and more dense locomotive exhaust, and looking at the winding track at the foot of the mountain, the headlights of the locomotive were gradually lit up like a spark of fire, and the face of the man in the lead changed slightly.

Amazingly, it was Akira Kinshan who had only interviewed Sousuke Araki in the daytime.

For Harunayama's underground car race, he was always in charge of the betting handicap behind it, so he would come to check when he was in trouble.

"Contact the headquarters immediately..."

Before he could finish speaking, the most powerful cars in the locomotive team had already appeared in his line of sight.

Biao leading the team at the forefront was a black and white Yamaha XJR4000 locomotive.

Riding on the car was a man with a small golden oil head and a six-pointed star engraved on his temples.

The white beastly special attack uniform on his body constantly fluttered against the strong wind, and words such as "Phoenix", "Namo Amitabha Buddha", "I am the only one in the heaven and the world under heaven" can be vaguely seen.

The locomotive was getting closer, but it didn't mean to slow down at all. Instead, it ejected from the traffic and rushed towards the crowd at the top of the mountain.

"Hey, this kid... is he dying?"

Seeing the locomotive that was crushed like a razor and had the aura of annihilation, Jin Shanzhang subconsciously reached out and touched the short knife on his waist.

A blond man stepped out from behind and held his knife handle with his hand.

"Jin Shan Sang, calm down."

Facing the speeding locomotive, the blond man stepped forward without retreating, put his hands in his pockets, and stepped out of the crowd calmly.

The black-and-white locomotive rushed forward at a wild speed, and lifted the rear wheel high with a raised tail. After part of the kinetic energy was consumed, the tire slammed into the ground, and then rotated 90 degrees to brake steadily. It was less than half a meter in front of everyone.

This operation scared the men in the front row with their feet weak and fell to the ground.

It was clear that they were only one cavalry, but they seemed to have a mighty force, making dozens of people in the three-member group silent for a while.

Immediately, hot smoke and dust rose from the asphalt, giving off a strong smell of burnt tires, as if the locomotive had come from a scorching hell.

The man on the bike stepped down from the bike, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

Then, his nostrils were raised, his brows were deeply wrinkled, and he looked at the dozens of people in front of him with sharp eyes, and said lightly: "Under the 'Phoenix Rampage', Sousuke Araki, I heard that someone here wants to compete?"

The man who took the lead up the mountain was exactly Sousuke Araki, who took the time to take a shower and change his clothes.

"Araki Sousuke...is that you?"

Seeing the person coming, Jin Shanzhang frowned.

Isn't this the same kid who didn't know how to lift up during the daytime interview. He almost didn't recognize him when he was wearing his clothes.

"Yo, isn't this the interviewer of the trio, so you are also a racing enthusiast?"

Seeing the "acquaintance" on the opposite side, Sousuke Araki greeted him without hesitation.

"Sousuke Araki? What are you arrogant about, the kid you've never heard of!"

"Bastard, you dare to run over it alone, do you want to follow in the footsteps of your friends?"

The few men who just got up from the ground took out baseball bats, butterfly knives, etc. in shame, and shouted at Sousuke Araki with the people behind.

"Hey, it's agreed to come to the game, but do you still have to do it..."

Looking at the people in front of him who were about to make a move, Sousuke Araki gently unbuttoned the special attack uniform without fear, grabbed one collar, and lifted the special attack uniform off his body...

"Boom..."

"Boom boom boom..."

At the same time, with the sound of the exhaust, the team behind them approached at high speed.

The violent roar of the locomotive drowned everything, and the torrent formed by the headlights was as dazzling as the Milky Way in the night sky.

Hundreds of men riding motorcycles, wearing white special attack uniforms, and holding baseball bats surrounded the top of the mountain.

"If you want to do it, we will also accompany you... I never said... I came alone..."

Treasure and treasure, fold the special attack uniform in his hand and place it on the back seat of the motorcycle...

The shirtless Araki Sosuke turned his head, put his hands in his pockets, leaned back slightly, and looked at the blond man in front of him without fear.

When he turned around, he seemed to be in a river of light, making people unable to see his face.

The engines of hundreds of locomotives played a pleasant rhythm, flowing under the darkness of Mount Haruna, like a berserk soul that never stops in the quiet night.

Under the reflection of the motorcycle headlights, his sturdy upper body, unknown runes, and the glaring Bodhisattva on his back were all slender, looking as terrifying as a peerless fierce god.

"This……"

At this moment, Jin Shanzhang seemed to understand why Minister Tianto was so optimistic about this person.

If everyone has their own talents, this guy is simply born to walk the poles.

Dozens of men were surrounded by hundreds of locomotives on the top of the mountain. Some of them could not hold out their weapons, and some people began to call for help.

"Let's get to know him formally. Taichi is in Shimoshima Island. He is the organizer and driver of the Haruna Mountain Bike Race for the three-team group. Do you want to start a full-scale battle with the three-gang group in this battle?"

The blond man standing in front of Sousuke Araki looked at him without fear, and extended his hand unhurriedly.

In cooperation with Jin Shanzhang, who is in charge of the handicap, the person who actually manages the Haruna Mountain Bike Race is the strongest driver in the trio, Taichi Shashima~lightnovelpub.net~ Phoenix Runaway Group, in their opinion, but It's just a motorcycle club organized by a group of bad boys.

Compared with the "Three Groups", Japan's second largest polar organization with the purpose of profit, strict discipline and abundant funds, it is just a group of stragglers.

Driving them away is like a professional player driving away a group of high school students on a basketball court.

Sousuke Araki was smoking a cigarette, ignoring Taichi Shashima's outstretched hand.

"Sorry, I borrowed it..."

He pushed aside the group of three carelessly, and walked straight to the Ichimoto Palace surrounded by a few people in the middle.

Looking at his armor-like tattoos all over his body, and his eyes like a ghost in hell, the men in the trio automatically retreated with his footsteps like a torrent of rocks.

"Brother Araki...sorry...but, I...I didn't shoot..."

In the center of the crowd, Ichimoto Gongyuki slightly opened his eyes swollen like eggs, saw the man in front of him clearly, and then said with some guilt.

"Very good. Next, let the seniors handle it."

In the smoke, Sousuke Araki's expression was a little unclear.

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