Chapter 41: Phantom of the Motorcycle

An afternoon, three days later.

Luca parked his Cadillac in front of Uncle Biao’s supermarket. Glancing around, the roadside was packed with colorful motorcycles. Yamaha, Kawasaki, Suzuki... mostly Japanese brands.

Compared to Los Angeles, the underground street racing culture in New York was not as vibrant. Here, it was more of a hub for car thieves. Luca still remembered the days when he used to steal cars with Marigio; the process was no different from a video game—break the lock violently, rip out the wires, hotwire it, and drive away.

Luca hadn't done such things in a long time, so seeing these bikers who spent their days stealing cars stirred a flicker of nostalgia for his "salad days." He also spotted Mathilda mingling in the crowd. Despite being a little kid, she was dressed in a mature and fitting style, looking every bit the delinquent girl.

Mathilda was chatting with a tall, slender woman. The woman leaned back against a sleek motorcycle, her hands braced on the fuel tank behind her. As she tilted her torso