Robin Bailey got on the motorcycle but didn’t hold onto Mimi Beckett. Instead, he placed his hands on the fuel tank, avoiding any contact with her.
“You can hug me,” Mimi Beckett said as she drove.
Robin Bailey simply replied, “No need.”
These two words made Mimi Beckett pout like a child, unhappy. She couldn’t be seen by the person behind her because of the helmet, but she was still mischievous. She wanted to make Robin Bailey lose control and hold onto her.
However, she was overthinking. Setting aside the fact that Robin Bailey was a renowned war god, he was, at the very least, an assassin. If he lacked this level of stability, how could he be an assassin?
Throughout the journey, Mimi Beckett played some tricks, but in the end, she couldn’t disturb Robin Bailey’s posture. Finally, unable to bear it, she stopped in a certain place.
“I’m tired of driving. You take over.”
Mimi Beckett gestured that she was tired. Robin Bailey looked around, finding it nearly pitch dark, with no taxis in sight. In the end, he had no choice but to get on the motorcycle, this time with him in the front.
However, before he could start, a hot body pounced on his back. A soft pressure enveloped him, and her hands tightly clasped around his waist.
“Let’s go,” Mimi Beckett said, pressing her face against Robin Bailey’s back.
That was her goal.
Robin Bailey wouldn’t hug her; fine. But she would take the initiative to hug him. No one could stop her.
“Loosen up a bit,” Robin Bailey turned his head.
“Okay.”
Mimi Beckett moved her hands slightly, but they didn’t loosen at all. It seemed like her previous movement was just a formality to deal with Robin Bailey, making him smirk.
It’s hard to loosen up a little.
Let alone completely letting go; Mimi Beckett probably wouldn’t agree to that. In the end, Robin Bailey had no choice but to start the motorcycle.
Throughout the journey, Mimi Beckett stuck to Robin Bailey’s back, feeling the strong masculine scent. At the same time, she wanted to leave her perfume scent on him.
Like marking territory.
So that next time another woman approached Robin Bailey, they would know he belonged to her.
Unfortunately, she didn’t realize that this man’s riding skills were excellent. Uphill, downhill, or sharp turns, he controlled the speed well, preventing her from having any chance to impact Robin Bailey.
Let him experience her softness.
It wasn’t that she had a wild personality. If she did, she wouldn’t have been single for so many years. She just genuinely liked Robin Bailey. The image of him saving her was deeply engraved in her heart.
His different kind of coldness fascinated her.
The colder Robin Bailey was, the more she liked him.
So, she was too eager to gain this man’s love, even resorting to some ‘unscrupulous means.’
However, just as she was leaning against him, Robin Bailey suddenly spoke, “Let me ask you something. Did you bring bodyguards this time?”
“Bodyguards? I left in a hurry, so I didn’t bring any,” Mimi Beckett answered.
Robin Bailey frowned. “Then there should be an undercover agent around you. There’s a group blocking us; they are probably here to catch you.”
He gestured towards the opposite side. Mimi Beckett finally looked over, and on the road several hundred meters away, three Jaguars were blocking the way. Many people were smoking beside the cars, wearing smirks on their faces.
“It should be the Tang family’s people. They have a business dispute with us and have been wanting to capture me to threaten my father. I didn’t expect them to block me here. It seems they’ve really planted someone around me. But now, it’s troublesome.”
Mimi Beckett peeked out and anxiously watched the scene. There were quite a few people, probably more than twenty. The assassins sent by the Tang family this time were definitely not simple.
Could it be that this time, she and Patrick Bailey were going to meet their end here? But listening to it, it didn’t sound too bad.
However, at this moment, Robin Bailey said, “No trouble. Do you want to get home quickly, or do you want to be late?”
“Quickly. Late? Quickly, my dad is waiting for me at home,” Mimi Beckett answered instinctively.
She didn’t know what Robin Bailey was going to do, but the next second, when she couldn’t see the things around her clearly, she knew what Robin Bailey was up to-he was flooring the accelerator.
On the opposite side.
The leader, with a scorpion tattoo on his neck, bald, and an extremely sinister gaze-this was Scorpion, one of the four Sky Kings in the Tang family. He was a double-edged sword, playing with a level of mastery that made it difficult to predict how his opponents would die.
Most of the time, those who dueled with him didn’t know how they died.
And he was ruthless.
The majority of those who fought against him did not survive.
In Bianhai City, many people trembled at the mention of Scorpion, not just because of fear.
“He’s finally here,” Scorpion licked his lips, looking at the motorcycle on the opposite side. A murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He had been waiting for some time; the car had just arrived. Quite the grand entrance.
Making Scorpion Sky King wait.
“Mimi Beckett, the Patriarch said that after we catch you, I can have a taste. As long as you stay alive, that’s enough. It’s really something to look forward to; even the dual blades in my hands can’t stop trembling.”
Scorpion eagerly watched the motorcycle on the opposite side.
Drawing closer.
Closer.
And faster.
“Boss, they’re not stopping,” one of his lackeys shouted.
“I can see that,” Scorpion snarled. Then he watched as the motorcycle approached, like a beam of light, extremely fast. Finally, it seemed like it was about to reach him. In the end, he had no choice but to sidestep.
“Daring not to slow down, seeking death!”
Scorpion cursed, but this guy was done for.
However, what happened next stunned him. The motorcycle, just a palm’s distance away from their Jaguar, suddenly lifted its front end as if flying.
Then, with a loud bang.
The motorcycle, at high speed, climbed onto their Jaguar, then, with a roar, seemed to soar into the sky, flying off the roof of the Jaguar and disappearing in a trail of smoke.
“Damn, it can be done like this?”
Scorpion and his men were dumbfounded, touching their heads, looking confused. How were they going to explain this to the Tang family? Tell them that the opponent’s motorcycle flew up and left in such a swaggering manner?
This skill, if they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe it.
Too incredible.
From the Jaguar, almost one and a half meters high, this motorcycle flew out, wasn’t this like a science fiction movie?