"Mr. Holmes?" Frost Star looked up and asked uncertainly.
"Indeed. Fortunately, I have not failed my mission; the remaining Reunion Movement forces and the Infected have been delivered to the designated location."
"That is wonderful."
"You know him?" Jean asked Frost Star.
"Yes. Mr. Holmes has helped the Reunion Movement many times, and this time, he was the one who led the remaining troops in their retreat."
"That is truly admirable. For you, an ordinary person, to brave such dangers and venture deep into peril for them." Jean also joined in with some awkward flattery, trying to discern something from his expression.
"Not at all, not at all. I merely provided a little bit of help; the ones truly risking life and limb are warriors like yourself."
"However, I still have a small question. This exit was chosen by me at random and created by violently breaking through the wall; to think you were actually able to predict it."
"Hahaha, what people call a 'random choice' is actually not random at all. That is common knowledge, my dear friend." He said his catchphrase with a smile on his face.
Then, Holmes pointed to a motorcycle nearby painted with the Reunion Movement emblem and said, "Let us end our small talk here. Those things will be upon us soon, so please depart immediately. This was entrusted to me by the members of the Snow Monster Squad for the two of you."
"Then what about you, Mr. Holmes?" Frost Star asked.
"I still have matters to investigate in this city. Rest assured, it will not be long before we meet again." He tossed the key to Jean:
"The key is in your hand, the handlebars are in your hand, and the direction is in your hand. But please remember: danger does not always come from the front."
After saying this, he jumped off the nearby hillside and vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
"Hey, Frost Star, let me tell you, I hate riddlers!"
"Hehe." Frost Star also laughed, "Indeed, that man gives off a feeling even more dangerous than Talulah."
However, after mentioning Talulah, Frost Star's voice dropped.
Fortunately, Jean interrupted her thoughts in time, "Let us set off first. Whether we rendezvous with the Snow Monster Squad or go straight to find Patriot, we can decide after we leave here."
Jean lifted Frost Star onto the motorcycle and then climbed on. Jean inserted the key and appeared to start figuring out how to operate the bike.
"Um, Jean, have you never ridden a motorcycle before?"
"No. I know how to ride a bicycle, but that is not important. As long as I know where the throttle is, it will be fine. Hold on to me."
Then, Jean twisted the throttle, the engine roared to life, and Jean wrapped the entire motorcycle in wind before charging forward.
"Woohoo! No wonder so many people like riding motorcycles; this is indeed exhilarating." Even without a helmet or other protection, thanks to the barrier of wind, they could speak freely.
In the deep night wilderness, carrying a cute girl, with a city engulfed in flames behind them, and the land illuminated by the fire as if it were day, they rode forward toward the moon, unstoppable.
Perhaps such simple scenes are what people call romantic. However, Jean did not feel romance in its heart; instead, Jean was filled with the passion of speeding, relying on the ability to eliminate wind resistance to twist the throttle frantically.
Frost Star simply clung to Jean's back, feeling Jean's body warmth.
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However, they had not ridden far when a sudden sense of crisis emerged.
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