An out-of-control steel creation.

The engine roars feverishly.

Harsh brake sound.

The screams of passers-by.

The burning smell caused by the friction between tires and the ground.

The heavy truck passed Palmer with billowing yellow smoke and hit the street light on the corner.

Cold sweat slowly flowed down Palmer's forehead. He was almost knocked over by the truck, and the truck almost brushed his body.

"So, this kind of thing happens all the time...but I'm really lucky."

After the thrill, Palmer took a long breath and showed off.

"You say so, Boluogo."

No one responded.

"Bolo...Ge?"

Palmer turned his head and saw that a large piece of metal had been wiped off the sidecar, and Boluogo, who was supposed to be sitting in it, also disappeared at this moment.

The whole person was stunned for a few seconds, and then Palmer burst into tears.

"Bologo!"

As Palmer cried, a figure with a face covered in blood climbed up from under the truck, with the dented helmet still hanging firmly on his head.

"ah……"
Chapter completed!