On the mountain road covered with fog at night, only street lamps barely illuminate the field of vision every ten meters.

Ten motorcyclists from each team lined up in two long lines to prepare at the start of the race.

"You're pretty handsome with this car, do you have a name?" As if to stir up the atmosphere, Maiko Yagawa asked casually.

"The Serpent of Eden, if you ask, that's its name." Hanae Shengyin glanced at the poisonous snake pattern on the car and disagreed

"Tokyo People Don't Speak of Martial Virtues" 168. Getting better is hitting in your hand, please wait a while,

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