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But at that moment, a heart-wrenching roar rang out:

"But damn it, that motorcycle is mine! My motorcycle!!!"

Turning his head, he saw that Shinjima Toshio's face was flushed red, and veins were bulging on his forehead, looking like he was hysterically collapsing completely.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: The End and the Road Ahead

This type of competition usually occurs among biker gangs.

Excellent skills may be quite important.

But the scales that decide victory or defeat often tip more towards that burning courage and the determination to burn one's bridges.

It's important to understand that motorcycles are far more than just cold, steel machines to every biker.

Rather, they are close friends who accompany you day and night, brothers who are connected by blood, an extension of your soul, and your second life.

Even if it's old or cheap, it's still a product of their hard work and dedication.

Constantly wiping, modifying, and adjusting.

Each screw carries unspeakable emotions, ultimately forming a bond.

It carries the howling wind and the chasing dreams; it is the embodiment of free will.

Outsiders may find it difficult to understand this almost obsessive emotion.

But in the world of biker gangs, motorcycles are their totem, their soul's steed.

In a confrontation, protecting your car is like protecting your life itself; it's an instinct ingrained in your bones.

Rushing towards the sea?

That's tantamount to killing your own soul!

But Ryuji Kurosaki didn't have this concern.

He had no particular affection for motorcycles.

Besides, the motorcycle wasn't even his own.

I wouldn't feel a thing if I threw my motorcycle into lava, let alone drive it into the sea.

This is why Ryuji Kurosaki never thought he would lose.

Forget about the technique, just twist the accelerator all the way to the floor.

However, Toshio Kamishima broke down, acting as if his wife had been kidnapped, played with, and then thrown away. He was completely hysterical.

"Shinjima... Don't worry, I'll have my friend fish the motorcycle out later, fix it up, and maybe it'll still be drivable!"

Seeing his desperate look, Masaki Kyosuke couldn't bear it any longer. He patted Kamishima Toshio on the shoulder to comfort him, then changed the subject: "Oh, right... according to the agreement, you were supposed to kneel down and apologize."

Upon hearing this, Toshio Kamishima was even more devastated!

I felt immense regret.

Why did I lend my motorcycle to Ryuji Kurosaki?

Why am I so bored that I'm sticking up for that idiot Kenjiro Kofuji?

"Kamishima... I'm sorry, I lost!"

At that moment, Tatsuo Tsutsumi, who had just emerged from the sea, spoke apologetically to Toshio Kamishima.

His words also brought Toshio Kamishima back to reality.

"It's alright, Tsutsumoto-san. Thank you for standing up for me, but since this whole thing started, let me handle it from here on out!"

After taking a deep breath, under everyone's gaze, Toshio Kamishima slowly knelt down before Ryuji Kurosaki, bowing his head deeply: "I'm so sorry!"

"Then let's leave it at that. Is that alright? Perhaps some people in the group will be unhappy, but I will do my best to keep them from causing you any trouble. Similarly, I don't want you to continue causing trouble for the Rampage Angels."

Kyosuke Masaki approached Toshio Kamishima and continued speaking.

"Alright! Let's stop here then!"

Ryuji Kurosaki nodded decisively.

Despite the burning resentment in the eyes of many members of the Rampage Angels.

With such a huge amount of power of its own.

But Kyosuke Masaki's will is an ironclad rule.

No matter how much resentment there is, it can only be transformed into a sigh in the sea breeze in suppressed silence.

The crowd gradually dispersed, the roar of the engines faded into the distance, leaving only the monotonous sound of waves crashing against the shore.

Ryuji Kurosaki and Kyosuke Masaki had not yet left; they stood on the pier, gazing at the vast sea in the distance.

"Give!"

Kyosuke Masaki took out a pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his special attack uniform, skillfully shook out one, and handed it to Ryuji Kurosaki.

"Thanks!"

Ryuji Kurosaki took the flame, lit it with a flick of his wrist, and wisps of gray smoke rose into the sea breeze.

He exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze still fixed on the horizon where the sea met the sky, and asked calmly, "Is there anything else you want to tell me privately?"

"Want to join the Rampage Angels?"

Masaki Kyosuke didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

"do not add!"

Ryuji Kurosaki also directly refused.

Can you tell me why?

Masaki Kyosuke showed no surprise, but still asked the question.

“I admit that the Rampage Angels are undoubtedly a dominant force in the Xiangnan region, but your ideology does not align with mine.”

Ryuji Kurosaki looked at the waves crashing against the pier and said slowly.

"is it?"

Kyosuke Masaki flicked his cigarette ash, seemingly lost in thought.

"You biker gangs talk about freedom, the freedom to live, the freedom to speed, the freedom to laugh... It sounds wonderful."

A cold, stern smile curved at the corner of Kurosaki Ryuji's lips: "But in my opinion, it's too much freedom. Humans are a species brimming with depravity..."

"Without rules, granting them excessive freedom will inevitably lead to chaos, and any force that advocates freedom will be destroyed by the chaos caused by so-called freedom."

Ryuji Kurosaki shared his own perspective.

Upon hearing this, Masaki Kyosuke paused slightly, his fingers holding the cigarette, and fell into a long silence, with only the sea breeze stirring the hair on his forehead and the smoke between his fingers.

"You mean, the Rampage Angels will one day disappear too?"

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"Whether it will disappear or not, as the chief of staff, shouldn't you know best? Your silence just now also shows that you've realized the internal problems?"

As Kurosaki Ryuji spoke, the cigarette in his mouth drifted away into the distance on the wind.

"Sometimes, I even suspect that you're lying about your age. Are you really a junior high school student?"

Masaki Kyosuke turned to look at Kurosaki Ryuji, his expression somewhat complicated.

For a moment, Ryuji Kurosaki really didn't know how to answer.

After all, in a spiritual sense, he was not a junior high school student.

Kyosuke Masaki didn't press the matter further, but instead changed the subject: "If one day, the Rampage Angels really come to an end, if possible, I hope you can be the one to end the Rampage Angels."

In fact, Masaki Kyosuke had already noticed it.

As the power of the Rampage Angels grew, they were no longer as pure as they were at the beginning.

It's not that someone wants to usurp the throne.

Rather, it is desire and ambition.

Some people, once they possess a certain amount of power, will not be content with this situation.

Just a few days ago, the Rampage Angels branch clashed with a biker gang called Mugen from the neighboring county in an attempt to expand their influence.

Just over a month ago, a fight broke out with the armed forces of another neighboring county.

Although it sounds like a trivial little thing.

After all, there are quite a few conflicts between biker gangs.

Similar incidents have been happening more and more frequently lately.

In Masaki Kyosuke's view, this was not a very good sign.

"Of course...I won't let you do the work for nothing!"

Masaki Kyosuke smiled slightly.

"Huh? If your Rampage Angels group has internal problems, you should solve them yourselves. Why do you need to come to me, an outsider?"

Ryuji Kurosaki raised an eyebrow.

Rather than refusing such troublesome matters.

Ryuji Kurosaki became even more curious as to why Kyosuke Masaki was looking for him.

"After all, you're the only man to have defeated the Berserk Angels so far!"

Kyosuke Masaki patted Ryuji Kurosaki on the shoulder: "Of course, I was just saying. Who knows what will happen in the future? Well... it's getting late. See you again sometime!"

After saying that, Masaki Kyosuke got on his motorcycle.

The engine roared deafeningly, and the car shot off like an arrow. The white special attack suit left a resolute afterimage in the setting sun, quickly disappearing at the end of the coastal highway.

"This guy..."

Ryuji Kurosaki shook his head; he couldn't be bothered to think about the Berserk Angels too much.

193 After all, he had his own things to do.

"Graduation is getting closer and closer. If I want to build my own legion, then I can't go to an ordinary university. I have to go to a delinquent rich family. It seems I should start investigating which delinquent rich families are suitable for me. I'll ask Yuuji when the time comes. That kid is quite good at intelligence gathering."

Ryuji Kurosaki casually tossed his cigarette butt aside, turned around, and slowly walked towards Jun Kamata, Toshiyuki Saejima, Yuji Oguchi, Shiba Man, and Tsuji, who were standing not far away.

"Oh right... wasn't there a mission reward?"

Ryuji Kurosaki suddenly remembered that he had a mission reward, and immediately checked it.

Congratulations on completing the mission "A Showdown Between the Motorbike Tribes"!

[Reward: Recovery +3]

With the addition of 3 attribute points, the overall combat power reached 1040 points.

We've taken another step closer to S+ level.

"Brother Kurosaki, what does the leader of the Berserk Angels want with you?"

Seeing Kurosaki Ryuji approach, Kamata Jun and the others immediately ran over and asked curiously.

"Nothing special, they just wanted to invite me to join the Rampage Angels group, but I declined."

Ryuji Kurosaki shrugged and said casually.

"what?"

"That was a personal invitation from the leader of the Rampage Angels, and you actually refused, Brother Kurosaki?"

"Hey! Who is our Brother Kurosaki? He even defeated the Berserk Angels! So it's necessary for you to join!?"

"Makes sense!"

"Yuuji, tell me about the current situation of the delinquent elite families in the high school world."

The group of six, their shadows stretched long by the setting sun, cast resolute silhouettes on the empty coastal highway.

Their conversation faded into the distance, blending into the eternal rhythm of the waves, and pointing towards a future full of unknowns and challenges.