Chapter 418: Stone Skipping The motorcycle sped along, the wind whistling past their ears. Leaving the residential area behind, they entered the city's main thoroughfare. The scenes on either side of the street unfolded like a long, historical scroll. The shop signs were quaint and mostly made of wood, painted in red or green lacquer with characters like "Workers and Peasants General Store1" or "Non-Staple Food Supply and Marketing Cooperative2." Simple goods were displayed in the shop windows:…