They were less than 2,000 feet from Hanson's motorcycle.
At the same time, Tyler ordered his men.
His men, disguised as customers, came closer and tried to surround Hanson and Zayla.
"Gorgeous, go!"
Hanson pushed Zayla away quickly and then came at them aggressively.
"Hey!"
He put on a combative pose and shouted a few times.
Zayla was speechless. She thought, what the heck is he doing? It looks like he wants to dance.
In the next second, Hanson did trash talk boldly.
"Come if you dare!
"Do you think I'm scared of you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a vicious man charged straight at Hanson with an iron bar in his hand.
One second ago, Hanson was full of momentum. Yet now, he began to swing his fists in the air randomly.
"Ah! Don't hit me!"
He was so domineering and mighty a second earlier, and now he was the same embarrassed.