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They had already run far away as Cecil had lost some time riding the motorbike, their speed was 60 kilometres per hour, and this was on a street with a lot of traffic.

Cecil raised the speed to 100 kilometres per hour, He was lucky that he was riding a Honda Prince and was able to pick up speed quite quickly.

The sound from the motorbike exploded like thunder, startling all the people on the street, who paused to watch, their eyes shocked, as they lost their voices screaming.

“Does this man want to die? How dare he drive so fast in the street?!”

“This man is a madman! If you don’t want to die, don’t kill others!”

“This man is a devil! A devil who kills people!”

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The drivers of the cars driving head-on were shocked and dumbfounded by the terrifying speed of Cecil’s bike.

So the cars in front of them gave way.

The motorbike that kidnapped Emilia was riding at the front, followed by about eleven other motorbikes.

Cecil rode with his right hand and held a machete in his left, and he charged straight in towards the gap between them.

Then Cecil slashed the right hand of the motorbike driver with the machete, and the man whose hand was slashed flew straight off the bike and knocked over the motorbike beside them at the same time.

In this way, Cecil slashed one by one, he put down six motorbikes in a row.

Cecil’s motorbikes roared and whistled away again.

He caught the machete with his right hand and used his left hand to hold the handle of the motorbike instead, relying on the inertia of the motorbike to speed forward.

Cecil then slashed at the man on the motorbike to his right with his right flying machete.

The man on the back of the motorbike on the right, who also had a machete in his left hand, slashed at Cecil.

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The two knives collided and sparks scattered, and because of the enormous strength of Cecil, the backseat of the motorbike with the machete was directly cut off.

The motorbike swayed so violently that the rider in front of him couldn’t grab the handrail and the motorbike toppled over with a crash.

A few motorcyclists in front, who were in shock, realised that there was death in pursuit behind them, so they frantically accelerated their escape.

In one fell swoop, they left Cecil off a long distance.

Cecil roared as he bit down on the machete with his mouth and sped up to catch up, and for a brief moment he brought the motorbike up to 100 km/h again.

The motorbike roared! The frame shook as if it were falling apart.

In a street full of vehicles, a motorbike can reach 100 kilometres per hour, which no ordinary person can do, and even if they could, 99 per cent of them would be dead.

But Cecil was a master of motorbikes, so this was nothing to him.

He had a Honda four-cylinder 750-engine motorbike racer at home, and the highest he had ever gone was 220 kilometres per hour, which he didn’t even think was fast enough.

That was not much at 100km/h.

However, this Honda 125c displacement bike, with its light weight, was very drifty if it went too fast, so it was not bad to go 100 km/h.

The first few motorbike riders were so technically inferior that they were lucky to get 80 km/h in a situation where there were cars everywhere.

And they were forced out of the situation to drive at such a fast speed.

Cecil caught up with them easily, and instead of slashing the riders’ hands, he slashed their helmets with his machete.

The machete struck them hard on the head and they flew off with the bike with a thud.

Those who flew out almost passed out straight away, lying on the ground twitching in pain.

One by one, several motorbikes were put down by Cecil in succession.

In the blink of an eye, only the last motorbike that kidnapped Emilia was left.

But Cecil didn’t dare to cut it with his machete, for fear that if he cut over the rider, Emilia would also suffer.

The rider of the motorbike that had kidnapped Emilia realised that Cecil did not dare to cut him, so he ran with impunity and speed.

As he came around a corner, Cecil was about to speed up and overtake them when an oversized and overlong truck suddenly pulled out of the corner.

Cecil stepped on the brake. The motorbike spun in a radius and the wheels scraped the ground at high speed.

With his left foot on the ground, Cecil dodged the crash with agility.

The truck blocked Cecil’s motorbike directly.

There was an overpass on the left and a high-rise building on the right.

This big truck was coming out of a warehouse and he couldn’t turn around at once.

Cecil was angry and he raised his machete and shouted at the driver, “Fuck! Back the car up and get out of the way! Or I’ll kill you! Now!”

On hearing this, the driver saw a bloody machete in Cecil’s hand, he was scared out of his wits and immediately backed the truck out of the way with trepidation.

Cecil hurried to catch up.

But Cecil was dumbfounded, he saw that there was a traffic jam in front of him.

Apparently this big truck had just blocked this side of the road when it came out of the warehouse.

Cecil was so anxious that he found there was no way out, but he was shocked to discover that the motorbike that had kidnapped Emilia was speeding towards the overpass.

It was riding in the direction of Cecil, the only difference being that Cecil was on top of the overpass and they were underneath it.

Cecil found that they were about 200 metres ahead.

At the same time Cecil visually measured the height from where he was standing to about eight metres below the overpass.

This height was not high for Cecil, because when Cecil was flying the motorbike, the highest height was eleven metres.

Of course, at that time, he was well equipped in all aspects of his flying motorbike, with a good motorbike, and a helmet and various protective covers on his body.

However, at this time, there was nothing to protect Cecil.

But it didn’t matter to Cecil, what mattered was that he was good at it.

He didn’t care about that, he had to save Emilia, so he thrust his machete into the belt behind his hip.

The big truck was still struggling to turn, backwards and forwards, probably he had been scared by Cecil.

The drivers who had stopped in front of them, who had also seen Cecil with a bloody machete and riding a motorbike, were also pissing themselves in fear in their cars, not daring to breathe a word.

Thinking that Cecil was a robber, they were stunned and their eyes were horrified.

Immediately, Cecil braked the car, put it in neutral and get the starter to maximum speed.

There was a railing on the overpass about one metre three high and the motorbike had to leap over that height to fly underneath it.

Without this level of professionalism, flying a bike was tantamount to looking for death. This was not a movie, it was a real job.