363 Pursui (1/2)

They stopped at a zebra crossing. Su Canye was still at it, outdoing himself with even more outlandish drivel. Xiao Luo tried hard to detect anything at all that from what he heard that was logical, but in the end, he found nothing. Su Canye was garrulous by nature, and he loved to talk for talking's sake. He was just on the subject of entertainment, and before that, he was going on about his trips abroad, and now, he was suddenly talking about the universe—this was living proof that the fastest thing in the universe wasn't light, it was the human thought.

Xiao Luo kept quiet as he had already decided that he was not going to say anything that would encourage Su Canye to continue with his self-absorbed monologue.

BRUP-BRUP-BROOMM-BROOOMM

A black Harley-Davidson rumbled by with the distinctive sound of its big twin-V engine and stopped on the left of Xiao Luo's Trumpchi, revving impatiently as it waited for the lights to turn green.

As the motorcycle was a classic, Xiao Luo couldn't help taking several glances at it. The rider was a bearded man with sunglasses. He was Caucasian and looked rather fashionable in his riding gear, and the leather jacket he was wearing was similar to Su Canye's.

”He's wearing the same style as me, see, looks like this foreign friend of ours has good tastes too,” Su Canye gushed, praised himself indirectly.

Most foreign visitors generally gave a good account of themselves, being friendly and courteous, but this particular man was not one of them. He turned his head sideways and spat a gob of phlegm right on the Xiao Luo's car window. It was not clear if the biker had done it intentionally or not, but either way, a generous dose of phlegm and spittle sticking to one's car window was a disgusting sight.

Xiao Luo immediately grimaced and tried to catch the biker's eyes, but the man turned the other way and started whistling, oblivious to what had just happened.

Su Canye was incensed and immediately wound down the car window, yelling at the biker, ”Hey, you spat on our window!”

Hearing the voice, the biker turned around with an exaggerated expression of surprise, spread his hands, and asked in English, ”What?”

”You spat on our window!” Su Canye said again.

”What are you talking about, I can't understand Chinese.” The biker raised his eyebrows and feigned ignorance.

Su Canye was a little annoyed but cleared his throat, and this time he spoke in English, ”You spat on our window, you must apologize to us.”

”I spat? I can't understand what you are talking about, man. When did I spit?”

”Hey, are you playing the fool with us? We have three pairs of eyes in the car that saw it very clearly. That disgusting thing on our window came from you!” Su Canye scowled. He had only just mentioned that the biker had good taste, and in that very instant, that impression had dissipated.

Su Canye could feel the weight of ten thousand hooves trampling on his head, and he nearly exploded in rage. He had seen shameless people before, but he had never seen one as such shameless as this man. He clearly spat, yet he was now denying it vehemently with such a straight face and made it seem like the other party was the one at fault.

Su Canye was boiling mad, and with a stern voice, he said, ”You need to apologize to us now, don't you even try to leave without doing so!”

BRRR-RROOM-BROOMM

Another three big bikes came from behind them and stopped at both sides of the Trumpchi. The riders were foreign men as well, and they were tall and burly. As if that wasn't threatening enough, they were also staring into the car with very unfriendly looks, like hooligans.

Su Canye suddenly felt nervous for a good reason. He could immediately tell that these weren't people that should be messed around with.

The biker who spat earlier now appeared emboldened and shed his pretenses of cordiality. He took off his sunglasses, glared at Su Canye, and snarled, ”Hey, kid, do you think I should still apologize?”

It was ironic that the biker said this in fluent Chinese and yet couldn't understand Su Canye earlier.

Su Canye was exasperated, but he didn't know how to react. He now knew that the biker was toying with him, but at the same time, he didn't want to get himself in any trouble.

Suddenly, Xiao Luo wound down the window and said, ”You must apologize!”

The four bikers were startled at first, and then they broke out laughing. The biker who spat tried to hold his laughter and said, ”Fine, I'll apologize. I'm so sorry... babe!”

The biker said it mockingly, and there was no sincerity in his apology.