Qian Jiangyue returned to the place where he had abandoned his motorcycle. He only intended to give it a try and didn't expect the motorcycle to still be there. He straddled the motorcycle, took out the key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned the key. A low metallic growl came from below, and he twisted the throttle with his right hand, accelerating the motorcycle onto the street.
At the crossroad, horns blared in succession as a motorcycle weaved through the traffic amidst a chorus of curses, finally entering the correct lane and speeding away, leaving only the roar of the engine behind.
Qian Jiangyue looked up to search the sky, and his gaze quickly locked onto the black dot in the sky, which was the Iron Wing and Hawkeye.
In the sky, the Iron Wing was flying because it was carrying Hawkeye below, reducing its speed slightly. The biggest impact was actually on nimbleness, but now it only needed to transport, not fight, so it had no impact.
