Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 63 – Harley Motorcycle

Ah Hu looked at the scene before him, took a deep breath, and then nodded forcefully.

“Understood, Lei-jie!”

With a wave of his hand, the team members behind him immediately sprang into action.

A few of them carefully tied up the completely disfigured Young Master Lin with ropes and dragged him out like a dead dog.

Another group approached the terrified women, soothing them in the gentlest tones possible and guiding them to the vehicles waiting outside the factory.

Zhou Ming and Xiao Wang also joined in, helping to maintain order.

Soon, only Lin Fan was left in the entire factory building.

She didn’t leave right away. Instead, she began to wander around the main office building that belonged to Long Biao.

The offices were a mess, with documents scattered all over the floor, clearly having been searched by them.

But Lin Fan wasn’t interested in any of that.

She kicked open the door to Long Biao’s ostentatiously decorated bedroom and scanned the interior.

Finally, her gaze landed on an inconspicuous bedside table.

She walked over, pulled open the drawer, and found a uniquely shaped key lying quietly inside.

The key to a Harley-Davidson.

The corners of Lin Fan’s mouth lifted slightly.

Key in hand, she headed straight for the garage.

The roller door slowly rose, and a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, pitch-black with fierce, sleek lines, appeared before her like a slumbering beast.

Its body was polished to a brilliant shine, reflecting a captivating luster in the dim light.

It was practically a work of art.

A work of art filled with power and speed.

Lin Fan reached out, her fingertips gently tracing the cool metal of the fuel tank.

This feeling… was amazing.

Without hesitation, she swung her leg over and straddled the bike, her legs gripping the frame perfectly.

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The leather pants and black stockings paired with leather boots were a perfect match for this steel beast.

She could feel that this bike was practically tailor-made for her.

Just then, Zhou Ming walked in from outside.

When he saw Lin Fan straddling the Harley, he froze completely.

The black leather jacket outlined her near-perfect curves, and her long legs, wrapped in leather pants and black stockings, exuded an astonishing explosive power.

She was like a queen of the night straight out of a movie—sexy, dangerous, and filled with a fatal attraction.

But there wasn’t the slightest trace of awe on Zhou Ming’s face.

His eyes were hollow, his face ashen, and his entire being radiated an aura of decay.

Like a dog abandoned by its master.

Seeing him in this state, Lin Fan’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This tool was about to break.

Liu Ruyan’s disappearance, Chen Yao’s death—the successive blows seemed to have completely drained him of his spirit.

A Zhou Ming with no will to fight was worthless to her.

She had to wind him up again.

An image of Liu Ruyan’s cozy little home, as well as the room she herself had lived in before her rebirth, suddenly flashed through Lin Fan’s mind.

She remembered that both places still had a considerable amount of supplies stored away.

Especially Liu Ruyan’s wardrobe.

Lei Li’s style of clothing was far too monotonous. Other than leather jackets, it was leather pants. While cool, she needed a change of pace now and then.

A plan instantly formed in Lin Fan’s mind.

She started the motorcycle.

Vroom… VROOOM!

The roar of the engine echoed in the garage, like the low growl of a waking beast.

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“Get on.”

Lin Fan’s words were concise as she tilted her head toward Zhou Ming.

As if he hadn’t heard, Zhou Ming remained standing there in a daze.

“I said, get on the bike!”

Lin Fan’s voice turned cold, laced with an authority that permitted no argument.

Zhou Ming’s body jolted. As if waking from a dream, he mechanically took a step, walked to the motorcycle, and somewhat clumsily sat on the back seat.

His entire body was as stiff as a block of wood.

He had no idea where to put his hands, which hovered awkwardly in the air.

Lin Fan felt the stiffness and unease from behind her.

A playful arc formed on her lips.

Without looking back, her left hand shot backward like lightning, accurately clamping onto Zhou Ming’s wrist.

The force of her grip made Zhou Ming cry out involuntarily.

Lin Fan said nothing, merely pulling hard.

Zhou Ming’s hand, along with his other one, was forcibly pressed against her exposed, slender waist.

“!”

Zhou Ming’s body tensed instantly, his cheeks flushing crimson.

He could clearly feel the astonishing elasticity and firm muscle lines of her waist.

A scent mixed with the smell of leather and a woman’s fragrance drilled into his nostrils.

His heartbeat instantly fell out of rhythm.

“Hold on tight.”

Lin Fan’s voice, carrying a trace of lazy magnetism, came from the front.

She twisted the throttle.

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VROOOM!

Like a black arrow released from a bow, the Harley shot out of the garage, roaring onto the abandoned street.

The wind howled past their ears.

Zhou Ming subconsciously tightened his grip around her.

He felt like he was in a dream.

“Zhou Ming.”

Lin Fan’s voice cut through the wind, reaching his ears clearly.

“Do you want to go back and see the last place you lived with Liu Ruyan?”

Zhou Ming’s mind went blank.

Liu Ruyan…

The name, like a knife, stabbed into his heart once more.

But he didn’t object, merely remaining silent.

“It’s been a month,” Lin Fan continued, her tone flat, yet carrying a power that struck straight to the heart. “You should understand how low the chances are of her having survived.”

Zhou Ming’s heart sank, and his breathing became difficult.

“Don’t be such a waste.”

Lin Fan’s voice suddenly turned stern.

“The way you are now, half-dead, even if Liu Ruyan were alive, she’d be disgusted to see you.”

“You… You’re talking nonsense!” Zhou Ming finally couldn’t help but retort, his voice hoarse.

“Am I?”

Lin Fan sneered.

“Look at yourself. Besides wallowing in useless sorrow, what else can you do? Do you think tears can kill zombies? Or bring her back from the dead?”

“I…” Zhou Ming was speechless.

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“Do you want revenge for her?”

Lin Fan’s voice held a hint of bewitchment.

“Do you want to crush all the zombies that might have hurt her, all that scum?”

“I do!”

Zhou Ming practically roared the words, his eyes bloodshot.

“Then pull yourself together!”

Lin Fan yanked the throttle, and the motorcycle’s speed surged again.

“I will make you strong, strong enough to crush any enemy.”

“But the prerequisite is that you become a proper warrior, not a waste drowning in sorrow.”

Zhou Ming held on tightly to Lin Fan’s waist, feeling the immense power and unyielding will emanating from her body.

His chaotic heart seemed to find a sliver of direction.

Perhaps… she was right.

He had to become stronger.

The motorcycle sped through the empty city. Soon, the outline of the Happy Homeland community appeared in their field of vision.

Lin Fan slowed down, parking the bike beneath the familiar residential building.

She killed the engine, swung a long leg over, and dismounted.

Zhou Ming followed, his gaze complex as he looked at the building before him.

This was the place he had once fantasized countless times about living with Liu Ruyan.

Now, the place was the same, but the people were gone.

Ignoring his emotional state, Lin Fan walked straight toward the building’s entrance.

“Lead the way.”