Flaming Skeleton and Blue-Skinned Four-man Team

It took the driver a while to recover. Looking at the money, he mumbled, "What a nice guy."

He had only driven a short distance, and the fare was only thirty dollars.

Not only had Luke saved him, he had also paid the fare. He was absolutely a good guy.

Good guy Luke, on the other hand, was in a dark area with no one around. He took out a Triumph motorbike from his inventory and put on his helmet before he quickly circled around to the road where the strange incident had taken place.

In the distance, he could see a line of fire on the road that headed west.

He decisively sped up and gave chase.

In the split second when the cab was sent flying, he had seen a motorcycle flash past.

There were many people in America who liked to ride motorcycles.

But this was the first time in his life that he had seen a burning vintage Harley-Davidson motorbike with fiery wheels, which had been speeding at over 200 kilometers per hour.