幫派技師在工作坊為巡航腳踏車焊接尖刺

Deep within the slaughterhouse’s workshop, sparks fly as a gang mechanic welds new spikes onto a cruiser bike’s frame. The skeletal hand symbol, split and jagged, is burned into the bike’s seat, glowing faintly red against the black leather. Tools and half-finished weapons litter the workbench, their rusted surfaces reflecting the workshop’s blood-red neon glow. Graffiti scrawled across the walls tells tales of violent conquests, with the gang’s emblem dominating every corner. The mechanic, a wiry figure with an augmented arm ending in a plasma torch, works tirelessly, their determination evident as they prepare the gang’s war machines for battle. Less