Wuhu!
Upon seeing the elevated highway exit in her line of sight, Yukiko couldn't help but shout out.
Excitement shone in her bright eyes as she gripped the handlebars tightly, propelling the motorcycle forward at high speed.
He even had time to look back, and after confirming that the police car behind them wasn't chasing them, he immediately gloated to Eri Kisaki.
"Eri, how about it? I said I'd shake her off, and I did!"
Yukiko's clear voice was full of pride.
"Are you crazy?! If you get caught, let's see how crazy you'll be then!"
Eri rolled her eyes dramatically, a hint of annoyance in them.
However, she still looked back once, and only after confirming that the police car had not caught up did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Eri, this is what you don't understand!"
Yukiko raised an eyebrow and revealed a carefree smile.
"What don't you understand?"
Eri Kisaki frowned, looking puzzled.
Yukiko's lips curled into a smile, a sly glint in her eyes, before she abruptly twisted her wrist.
The motorcycle, which was traveling at high speed, suddenly tilted up at an almost right angle, causing Eri, who was sitting in the back seat, to scream and instinctively hug Yukiko's waist tightly.
After riding so coolly for a few seconds, the motorcycle's front wheel slammed back onto the ground with a loud "bang," kicking up a cloud of dust.
"Oh ho!"
Yukiko shouted with abandon, "If we don't go crazy now, Mihana will be too old!"
"If I keep going like this, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to grow old!"
Eri Kisaki snorted irritably, but deep down, she was inexplicably touched.
Yes, I'm already 37 years old, and the first half of my life has already passed by in a flash.
Aside from the more than ten years she spent in school, she had always lived for her family and her daughter, and had hardly ever truly lived for herself.
Is it time to go crazy for yourself?
A ripple stirred in her heart, and her thoughts drifted away.
But thoughts are one thing, life is still the most important thing.
"If I keep going crazy with you, I feel like my life will freeze at 37."
"You can't say that! Life is about enjoying it while you can! It would be such a waste not to experience something this exciting!"
Yukiko looked smug, spreading her arms as if embracing the raging wind, letting the motorcycle glide off the overpass on its own.
Looking at Yukiko's unruly figure, Eri Kisaki couldn't help but retort, "Only you believe your own twisted logic!"
"Oh, don't be so serious, Eri. We're all fine."
Yukiko looked at the exit ahead and chuckled.
Just as the motorcycle was about to rush through the exit, Yamamura Misao, who was ready, stepped out from behind the cover and threw out the spikes without hesitation.
Yukiko's smile instantly froze, and she stopped giggling.
"squeak--"
With a sharp, piercing screech of brakes echoing through the street, the motorcycle's tires sparked as they struck the tire spikes, and the motorcycle began to shake violently.
The next second, with a loud "bang," the motorcycle's tires were instantly punctured by the tire spikes, and the motorcycle completely lost control, crashing straight into the roadside guardrail.
"not good!"
Yukiko and Eri Kisaki screamed almost simultaneously.
Fortunately, Eri Kisaki reacted quickly in the end. In this critical moment, she grabbed Yukiko and jumped off the motorcycle onto the grass by the roadside.
The moment they landed, the protective sphere automatically activated, enveloping them both. They clung tightly to each other, rolling several times on the grass, completely unharmed.
However, the motorcycles on the side were not so lucky.
After losing control, it hurtled toward a roadside tree at an alarming speed. Then, with a loud crash, the motorcycle slammed into the tree trunk and broke into countless parts, billowing thick smoke.
"It's my brand new car!"
Looking at her beloved car in such a terrible state, Yukiko, who had just gotten up from the ground, pouted and started to shed tears.
She just bought a brand new car and has only driven it for one day!
Eri Kisaki gave her a helpless look. "What time is it? You're still thinking about the car! You should be grateful you survived."
As she spoke, she kept patting her chest, trying to calm her wildly beating heart.
Even if you're going to be stimulating, this is too much!
"I saved up for a long time to buy that."
Yukiko sniffed, her face full of grievance.
Eri sighed and reminded her, "You should think about what to do next first!"
She noticed that police officers were running towards them from across the street.
From a legal perspective, their actions tonight were undoubtedly wrong. Even if she is a famous and undefeated queen, she knows she cannot win this case.
"Eri, what are you daydreaming about? Let's run!"
Having seen it all, Yukiko quickly came up with the optimal solution.
She grabbed Eri's still-dazed arm and ran off in another direction.
As she ran, she couldn't help but glance back, wanting to see what the policeman who had wrecked her beloved motorcycle looked like. That fleeting glance almost made Yukiko vomit blood.
She recognized him; wasn't he the so-called die-hard fan who tried to get her arrested in Gunma Prefecture last time?
"What a terrible thing!"
Yukiko let out a low, indignant sigh, wondering why none of her true fans were normal.
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