Later that night.

All of Tokyo’s Bosozoku gathered around in unprecedented unity.

The different biker gangs who used to defend their territory and fight with each other in rivalry and combat had now become comrades.

Hand in hand, they walked on the street conducting a carpet search, only to look for the whereabouts of a mysterious man who had paralyzed Takahashi Eikichi.

However, they were instructed not to kill the man, but to report to the Takahashi family as soon as they found him.

They would be rewarded with a million dollars if they could find a reliable clue.

The Bosozoku members rarely had the chance to make money. They actually made peanuts from either collecting protection fees from the red-light district or some meager illegal trades.

How could one be considered a successful Bosozoku member in Japan?

Easy. An extremely chic customized superbike was enough.

It was because, in the eyes of the Bosozoku bikers, an awesome motorcycle was the standard accessory of a succes