chapter 128 No entry for outsiders!

"Damn it, driving so fast is asking for death!" "Fuck, what a lunatic!" The vehicles on the road were overtaken one by one by the Harley. Under Stan Sowden control, this Harley was like a fish in water, taking advantage of any gaps and being extremely flexible. "Holy crap! Is this a fucking motorcycle?" In a red Porsche 911, a yellow-haired dude wearing sunglasses saw Stan Sowden driving a black Harley passing by him like a gust of wind, and his eyes almost popped out. "Oh my god, this...