"So what's the deal with this superhuman? How did they cause such a huge mess?" Shi Yin patted Ye Shaoheng: "Pull over and find another mode of transportation."

"Change, change transportation?" Ye Shaoheng didn't know what Shi Yin was talking about, but he still obediently stopped the car.

A passerby was showing off his modified motorcycle to his companion. It was a modified Suzuki Hayabusa, and the all-black color was pleasing to the eye. After modification, the top speed could reach 457 km/h.

Ye Shaoheng was furious the moment he saw this person, while the other person felt something was wrong, felt a gust of evil wind behind him, turned around and was terrified.

"Li Feixiang! You haven't registered this motorcycle after you modified it, have you? Didn't I say you're not allowed to drive it on the street before it's registered?!" Ye Shaoheng was almost furious: "I just fined you, do you really not want this motorcycle or your driver's license anymore?!"

"Brother! I didn't ride it, I didn't ride it! I said I pushed it here!" Li Feixiang immediately backed down, no longer caring about losing face with his friend standing there.

No matter how much face he wants, nothing is more important than his motorcycle. He's counting on his beloved bike to bring him first place in this motorcycle competition.

"Tsk, did I ask you to spout nonsense?" Shi Yin kicked Ye Shaoheng in the butt: "Improve the car and chase them down!"

"Yes!" Ye Shaoheng jumped up and immediately backed down: "Li Feixiang, borrow the motorcycle for official business. I'll send it to you later and get the registration done for you."

Everyone around was stunned.

They watched helplessly as Li Feixiang, who had just been proudly showing off his motorcycle and being fawned over by everyone, became as timid as a dog in front of Ye Shaoheng.

As a result, Ye Shaoheng, who used to suppress Li Feixiang to the point of not daring to breathe, is now acting like a dog in front of this woman.

What's wrong with this world? Are they still dreaming?

Li Feixiang dared not refuse. Ye Shaoheng had already shown him leniency last time by not confiscating his car. This time, he just wanted to show it off. Who would have thought he would run into Ye Shaoheng again? It was like a complete misfortune.

Ye Shaoheng straddled the Suzuki Hayabusa and patted the back seat, gesturing for Shi Yin to support his waist under her indescribable gaze.

"You can even tell where they ran off to?" Shi Yin asked with a hint of disdain.

Shi Yin's small hands were icy cold. When she touched Ye Shaoheng's waist through the thin protective suit, it felt like an ice cube against a stove, yet also like cold water poured on hot oil, instantly igniting Ye Shaoheng.

"Of course I know." Ye Shaoheng's ears turned slightly red: "When it comes to tracking and counter-tracking, I'm number one in the whole school!"

Ye Shaoheng stepped on the accelerator, and the motorcycle roared like a wild beast as it sped into the distance, its lightning speed blurring all the scenery behind it.

He was indeed very good at tracking. When he encountered several forks in the road, he chose a direction without hesitation. After a few turns, the superhuman who had clearly escaped some distance reappeared in front of him.

What kind of superhuman has appeared this time due to an accident?

Shi Yin carefully observed the black dot.

Ye Shaoheng had developed a very muscular physique from his time in the army. Now, as he leaned over the motorcycle, his waist muscles were clearly defined, and when Shi Yin touched them, it felt like touching a stone.

As the modified motorcycle accelerated, the person leaping through the air drew closer, eliciting gasps of surprise wherever they went.

Fortunately, Shi Yin was best at remembering. Wherever Ye Shaoheng took her, Shi Yin would casually change the memories of the people they passed by, leaving only oblivion in their wake.

Suddenly, Ye Shaoheng began to brake hard, and the rear wheels jumped off the ground, the brake discs glowing red-hot.

Shi Yin looked up and the space in front of her suddenly distorted. The distance between them and the superhuman in front of them suddenly increased. If Ye Shaoheng had reacted even a little slower, he would probably have been hit.

Good intuition.

Sometimes Shi Yin can't help but sigh, "Fools have their luck; when your brain doesn't work well, your intuition comes to the rescue."

"Ye Shaoheng, relax."

Shi Yin's voice came from behind him. Before Ye Shaoheng could react, he felt a soft, cool touch wrap around his waist like a snake. This touch immediately made Ye Shaoheng's whole body stiffen.

The next moment, Ye Shaoheng felt the arm around his waist exert a force, lifting him directly from his seat and placing him in the back seat. Immediately afterward, Shi Yin moved forward, and the two instantly switched places.

Ye Shaoheng was dumbfounded. Before he could react, he felt the world spinning around him, and suddenly he was sitting in the back seat.

"If you don't want to die, hold me tight." Shi Yin's icy voice carried on the wind.

Hearing the serious tone, Ye Shaoheng had no time to think. He adjusted his posture, hugged Shi Yin's waist tightly, and leaned on Shi Yin's back.

In an instant, Ye Shaoheng had a strange feeling, as if Shi Yin had merged with him and the motorcycle into one in that instant. His long hair flew in the night wind, and the golden stars on Shi Yin's epaulets shone brightly in the moonlight.

Ye Shaoheng had read many novels, especially fantasy novels, in which the protagonists invariably achieved the unity of man and sword.

So what category does this belong to?

Human-machine integration?

At that moment, the Suzuki Hayabusa spewed out azure flames, and the entire car transformed into a blue streak of light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, making Ye Shaoheng, who was sitting in the back seat, feel breathless.

Ye Shaoheng quickly recognized the person jumping in the air ahead. It seemed to be a man with a buzz cut, good-looking, and dressed in casual clothes. He didn't look like a bad guy.

"You're asking for death." Shi Yin's expression was cold: "I think you're getting old. How can someone like you be a candidate for the lead role?"

Ye Shaoheng couldn't understand who Shi Yin was talking to. He only saw the man in the air point at them, causing the space and air to distort before shattering with a loud crash.

Breaking is not a verb here, but a feeling.

Ye Shaoheng clearly heard the sound of glass breaking. Just now, he seemed to see the space around him sliding down like shattered glass, but when he looked closely, everything around him remained unchanged, as if it had all been an illusion.

Shi Yin gripped the handle in her right hand and held a golden, double-headed spear in her left, its tip extremely sharp. It was a sight to behold.

"Come and take my place, and keep the balance."

Ye Shaoheng felt his arm being gently patted twice. As soon as he let go, Shi Yin actually stood up on the speeding motorcycle, scaring Ye Shaoheng out of his wits.

Before Ye Shaoheng could even cry out, Shi Yin had already grabbed his arm and pulled him forward, forcibly dragging him from the back seat to the front seat, giving him no chance to resist.

Ye Shaoheng could only swallow back all the words he wanted to say, and barely managed to keep his bearings despite the blurry scenery around him.

This is the street of S City. Ye Shaoheng was driving the car through the traffic. Even with his good mental fortitude, he was so scared that his face turned pale.

If it were a collision, it wouldn't just be a matter of bruises and welts.

These pieces are scattered all over the place!

Fortunately, the moment Shi Yin stood up and stepped onto the front of the motorcycle, the motorcycle's speed returned to normal, the state of man and machine as one faded, and Ye Shaoheng regained control of the motorcycle.

Immediately afterwards, Shi Yin also flashed away, stepping into the air and arriving in front of the superhuman in an instant.

"Pretty arrogant, buddy."

"Has anyone ever told you that a genius who can't grow up is never a genius, and a protagonist who can't make it to the end doesn't deserve to be called a protagonist?"