Dao of the Bizarre Immortal

Chapter 783 - Motorcycle

Qing Wanglai saw Yang Na looking like an enraged lioness, so he paused momentarily and calmly explained, “I had him wear it because the suit is bulletproof. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing, your little boyfriend won’t get hurt.”

He waved the helmet in his hand towards Li Huowang, who had now climbed up. “And this thing is also bulletproof. It protects your head as well.

“More importantly, unlike a gun which can easily cause trouble, wearing a bulletproof vest is completely legal. You can even buy them online. These items cause much less trouble than a gun.

“If anyone asks about them, you can just say they’re motorcycle helmets and riding gear.”

“Really? Then I have to try it!” Li Huowang pulled Yang Na behind him, then took the helmet from Qing Wanglai and put it on.

“Why is this thing connected to my shoulders? I can’t even turn my head once I put it on.”

“The helmet needs to be connected to the shoulders. Think about it, if a bullet hits your head and the helmet isn’t connected to your shoulders, the impact could break your spine several times over.”

“Is that so? I’ve learned something new.” After putting on the whole set, he jumped up and down a few times before excitedly remarking to Qing Wanglai, “Awesome! This thing is amazing! Come on, shoot me again. Let me feel it.”

The gunshots rang out again, but Li Huowang was prepared this time. He staggered a few steps but didn’t fall down.

He pulled out a military knife and started attacking imaginary enemies in the air, trying to get a feel for combat in this gear.

Wu Qi, who had pulled Yang Na to the side of the bed, frowned. “He could dismantle a truck with a knife before. Now, he could probably take apart a plane.”

Qian Fu added, “Not just that. This guy is also mentally unstable, and killing people wouldn’t even be illegal for him. He’s practically invincible and can do whatever he wants.”

Yang Na’s face grew even darker upon hearing this.

Zhao Lei, who had been mostly silent, let out a cold snort while playing with a black fidget spinner.

“Here, catch.” Li Huowang caught two keys and a small black notebook that were thrown to him.

He opened the notebook and found it was a motorcycle license, complete with a photo of himself taken at some unknown time.

“What’s this?”

Qing Wanglai opened the RV door, revealing a heavy, brand-new black motorcycle.

“How can there not be a motorcycle if you have a riding helmet and protective gear? As long as you’re riding this, you can go anywhere. Even the traffic police won’t stop you.”

“Wow! You got this? You really went all out. This must’ve been expensive.”

Li Huowang got off the RV and circled the motorcycle, examining it just like a kid with a new toy.

“It’s not expensive. These are all just projections, and the cost doesn’t matter as long as they help us.”

The bike had a streamlined design and sporty side panels. It gave off a muscular feel, with many steel pipes that made it look even more robust.

The overall sense was full of mechanical beauty, and Li Huowang noticed a small hp4 logo on this beast.

He didn’t understand what it represented.

“Can a mentally ill person get a driver’s license?” Wu Qi asked Qing Wanglai.

“Yes, as long as they can prove they’re cured.” Qing Wanglai lightly touched his own face as he answered.

“Hmph, cured? I doubt it.”

Qing Wanglai chuckled and walked over to Li Huowang. “Li Huowang, do you know how to ride a motorcycle? I can teach you.”

“Don’t underestimate me. I can ride an electric bike.”

Under Qing Wanglai’s patient guidance, Li Huowang finally managed to ride the motorcycle after a long time. He enjoyed the thrill of speed as he rode through the unfinished buildings.

“You actually dared to let him ride it? Aren’t you afraid he’ll crash into a wall?” Chen Hongyu asked as she watched Li Huowang on his motorcycle.

“It’s fine. I told him to never exceed fifty kilometers per hour. As long as he stays under that, it’s no different from an electric bike. Some electric bikes are even faster. It’s safe, and this bike is just a disguise for his bulletproof gear.”

After Li Huowang rode for a while and got used to the new vehicle, he slowly stopped in front of the others. He struggled to take off his helmet and said to Yang Na, "Come on, let's go for a ride!"

Yang Na glanced at the others, who said nothing. She then hopped onto the back seat and wrapped her arms around Li Huowang’s waist.

“Text me the time for the negotiations! I’ll be there!” The engine roared as Li Huowang and Yang Na sped away.

Li Huowang rode down the road at a slow pace, with Yang Na clinging tightly to his back. Her soft black hair fluttered in the wind as she listened to his heartbeat.

“You felt it too! He didn’t hesitate at all when he shot you! Qing Wanglai is just pretending!”

Li Huowang put one foot down, and waited for the red light. He replied calmly, “Of course, but so what? It’s good enough that he’s pretending. After all, we’re not related.”

“Since we need to cooperate against external enemies, we have to at least maintain appearances. If we don’t even pretend, it’ll be awkward for everyone.”

“Once this crisis is over, we probably won’t see them again. After all, I’m going to spend my life with you, not them.”

The light turned green, and Li Huowang twisted his wrist and slowly rode the new motorcycle home. “Trust me, Nana. I’m not crazy.”

“...”

When they returned to the neighborhood, Li Huowang’s new outfit immediately caught the attention of the old security guard at the gate. “Who are you? Are you a resident here?”

“It’s me.”

The security guard observed Li Huowang removing his helmet. He promptly took two steps back and directed his attention towards Li Huowang's motorcycle.

“Oh, no wonder you’ve been leaving early and coming back late recently. You’ve been going to a driving school to learn how to ride a motorcycle.”

Li Huowang nodded immediately. “That’s right. I’ve been learning how to ride a motorcycle.”

After Li Huowang left, the security guard nodded with satisfaction. “Not bad, the young lad has ambition. Even if he can’t go to college, he can rely on his motorcycle to make food deliveries. That’s much better than staying at home and living off his parents. It seems like his illness has truly been cured. It’s no small feat.”