Chapter 49

Under the moonlight, a motorcycle with two riders sped along the northern ring highway of Watson.

The scenery blurred by on both sides, and the wind howled past their ears. Allen clutched tightly to the seams on either side of his seat, sitting upright, eyes locked on the buildings racing past.

A faint smile tugged at his lips, and he shouted into the wind with excitement: "The night is beautiful, Miss Kiwi!"