After approximately ten more minutes of riding, Olivia could see lights in the distance. Many people-both men and women-had gathered there, but the majority of them were youngsters.
The occasional roar of motorcycles could be heard. Olivia seemed to suddenly realize something. “Is this a motorcycle race?”
Christoff slowed down the bike and he managed to effortlessly make out Olivia’s words this time. “Yup. I have a feeling you would also enjoy this kind of sport.”
“How did you know?” She was astonished. “I have eyes,” he teased and glanced back at her. Even though he couldn’t see her, it felt like he could. He then added with a smile, “You’re the first woman who has an excited look on her face instead of a scared one when riding on my bike.”
The two of them finally came to a stop. Olivia lifted her visor and chuckled. “I thought you were taking me somewhere suspicious in the middle of the night.”
“Scared I’ll sell you off?’ Christoff laughed. “It’s better to sell you than to sell me. Your life is worth more than mine.”
That elicited a laugh out of the man. “When the day comes that we truly have to resort to selling our lives for money, sell me and make sure you run away as fast as you can.” Olivia pursed her lips. “Won’t you just offer me as a tribute when that time comes?”
“I wouldn’t have the heart to do that!” Rendered speechless, Olivia muttered, “Alright, smooth talker. Do you come here often?” She looked around the place. She had passed through this place before. It was a necessary route to reach Promise Island.
The terrain here was treacherous, with cliffs all around and dozens of sharp bends descending from above. Some of the bends were less than ninety degrees, and the outer lane only had a low guardrail to make it appear safe.
This was not a professional racing track. It was a mountain road for regular travel that had been temporarily transformed into a racing track by motorcycle enthusiasts.
The low guardrail would be of no use if something unexpected happened. Once there was a mishap in its handling, one would easily. lose their life.
“I come here every week, Christoff replied, his gaze filled with keen interest as he stared into Olivia’s curious eyes. “Do you like it?”
She nodded. “It’s alright. It is really dangerous, though.” Christoff whistled into the distance with a look of recklessness and arrogance. “Which is what makes it thrilling.”
Olivia immediately glared at him. “You’re playing with your life!” Hearing that, he lowered his gaze and glanced at her, suddenly smiling. “Can I interpret that as your words of concern?” The corners of her mouth twitched. “You think too much.”
Before Christoff could say anything else, Olivia saw a couple sticking to each other like they were conjoined twins walking toward them from a distance. She actually recognized the man, who turned out to be Ben.
She wouldn’t have expected him to be a motorcycle enthusiast. Naturally, Ben noticed Olivia too. After a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, he immediately smirked teasingly. But first, he greeted Christoff. “You are late today, Hurricane.”
Olivia was also surprised as she glanced at Christoff. Christoff is Hurricane? This name had always been closely associated with her in the world rankings. She hadn’t expected Hurricane and Christoff to be the same person. What a small world this is! Christoff glanced at Olivia and uttered, “Let’s all be friends, hmm?”
Ben deliberately pretended not to recognize Olivia as he boldly scanned her from head to toe. “Whew! You are one hot girl!”
She immediately felt disgusted. Although he was dressed in a motorcycle suit, which was quite different from his usual appearance, he couldn’t wipe off the nauseating feeling she got from him.
The woman beside him had fiery red lips and a seductive figure. Her hair was braided like a centipede and she was intimately pressed against him, not leaving any gap between their bodies.
She didn’t seem bothered by Ben’s words. Christoff, however, turned grim. “What do you think you are looking at?”
Knowing that Christoff was angry, Ben smiled apologetically and offered, “Oh, you’re so uptight. What’s wrong with merely looking? If you want, I’ll compensate you with my girl.”
He then pushed the woman in Christoff’s direction. However, Christoff pushed the woman back without missing a beat. “Keep your woman to yourself,” he warned.
