My Billionaire Husband

With that, Cecil visually measured the distance from his motorbike to the barricade of the overpass to be nearly twenty metres away, a downhill road.

The downhill road was suitable for him to dive at high speed to lift the wheel in front of him.

He then increased the throttle to its peak and the roar from the motorbike was deafening in the night air.

Immediately, Cecil pulled the clutch dead with his left hand and pulled the gear directly into third high gear with his right foot.

Then he let go of the clutch with a fierce hand and the motorbike shot off like a flying arrow off the string.

When it hit the bar, he lifted the two front handles of the motorbike with both hands and stood up, throwing his weight backwards.

His motorbike lifted into the air like a fighter jet, the front wheel stepped over the bar and the rear wheel followed, the motorbike brushing against the bar.

The drivers in those cars, all looking dumbfounded, regretted that they hadn’t taken out their mobile phones in time to take video, or they could have done post it on the internet.

They were shocked when they saw the motorbike fly off the overpass, and they all got out of their cars and ran to the railings to see.

It was especially critical for Cecil to land when he flew off the overpass on his motorbike, otherwise the machine would have been destroyed.

Trained as a fighter, he landed on the rear wheel first like a fighter jet, using the inertia of the car to lurch forward, and was fine after gliding for a while.

If the front wheels had landed first, it would have been a consequence.

In the air, Cecil was calm and collected, keeping the bike tilted, head up and butt down.

The rear wheel hit the ground first and continued on for a while, then his body weight shifted forward and steadily pinned the front wheel to the ground, leaving the whole bike unharmed.

On the overpass, hundreds of people watching, seeing that Cecil was fine, they applauded enthusiastically and shouted their approval.

It just so happened that the motorbike that had kidnapped Emilia was travelling right up to the spot where Cecil’s motorbike had landed.

They could have rushed past it, but the motorbike, which was flying down from the sky, would crush them to death, so they braked hard.

As they braked, Cecil’s landing motorbike came just short of them.

As they were dazed, Cecil fishtailed from the motorbike and tackled the rider in front of him to the ground.

The motorbike tipped over on its side and the unconscious Emilia and a man behind him fell to the ground at the same time.

Cecil knew that Emilia would fall to the ground, but there was nothing he could do about it, it was much less risky than falling at high speed.

If he didn’t get the motorbike under control in time, Cecil didn’t really know when he would be able to catch him.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Cecil was tall, fit and resistant to falls and he rolled with the motorbike rider, who quickly pressed on top of him.

Because the biker was wearing a helmet, Cecil couldn’t hit him in the head with his fists.

He had to swing a heavy punch at his chest and hit the motorcyclist hard in the chest.

There was a loud bang!

The biker let out a stifled grunt and his body convulsed in pain, and his hands, which had been gripping Cecil’s body, dropped in a heap.

Immediately, Cecil rolled to one side as he guarded against the other motorcyclist, who had fallen to the ground, attacking him.

As he rolled to one side, the biker got up and drew his machete and slashed at Cecil, who was rolling on the ground.

He was lying on his back, still, with his eyes fixed on the hand that was holding the machete and slashing at him.

In a flash, Cecil was unable to pull the machete from his waist.

Seeing him slash down with the machete, Cecil once again rolled his body quickly, while he pulled out the machete on his waist.

The machete hit the hard concrete floor and sparks flew everywhere.

The biker’s slash missed and he again slashed at Cecil on the ground.

Cecil blocked it with his machete. At the same time, Cecil kicked his opponent in the lower body.

Cecil kicked so hard that the opponent grunted and kneelt down. He dropped his machete and clutched his lower abdomen with his hands in pain.

Cecil stood up with a shout and struck the motorcyclist in the back of the chest with the butt of his machete.

The motorcyclist was struck and his whole body lurched forward and he instantly passed out.

Cecil dropped the machete and hurried to Emilia’s side, where he saw that Emilia was still unconscious, her pretty face was pale.

Emilia had been struck in the back of her head with a fist, and it was estimated that the punch had been so fierce that it had caused her to fall into a heavy coma.

“Emilia … wake up … you wake up!”

Cecil shouted madly as he quickly took out his mobile phone again and shiveringly called Leo’s phone.

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After Leo received Cecil’s call, his heart contracted violently and his entire face darkened.

When Lydia heard that, she was so frightened that her face was pale and trembling.

So the two of them ran as fast as they could towards the place where the accident had taken place.

The two arrived at the place of the accident one after the other, but they were both dumbfounded because it was before a red light and there were two roads that diverged in front of them.

One road to the south and one road to the north.

So Leo immediately took out his mobile phone and called Cecil’s phone, but Cecil didn’t pick up.

Of course Cecil couldn’t pick up, he was riding his motorbike at high speed at the moment, so there was no way he could pick up the phone.

Besides, he didn’t hear it, and even if he did, he didn’t have time to answer it.

Leo said in a deep voice, “Honey, you go south and I’ll go north, we’ll call as soon as there’s a situation.”

After saying that, Leo took out his phone and ran wildly towards the north.

“Okay.”

Lydia responded as she immediately took out her phone in her hand and ran like crazy towards the south.

When Lydia had searched about twenty metres south, she spotted dozens of people darting out of an alleyway about twenty metres ahead.

They shouted, “Charge, brothers, there’s a prize for catching this Pompeii man’s wife, everyone will get a prize!”

A Pompeii man?

Lydia was stunned, and her immediately realised that something was wrong, this group of people must have come to catch her.

From their aggressive appearance, Lydia was even more certain of her judgment.

Lydia’s pupils shrank slightly as she turned and ran, then she glanced back again and found that they were running even more fiercely.

There was no doubt that they were coming for her, so Lydia called Leo’s phone, “Honey … someone is trying to arrest me, come …”

As soon as she finished the call, they caught up to her.

They laughed out loud and one tried to hug Lydia, who was furious and she smashed the phone hard into his face.

The masked man who was smashed screamed out in agony, and then he punched Lydia hard in the head.

The punch was tremendously strong and resounding.

Immediately afterwards, he struck Lydia’s head with another heavy punch.

Lydia rolled to the ground with a thud, and immediately she fainted.