Chapter 25 I'm Still Too Kind!

Before my very eyes, more than thirty motorcycles had already burst out from the reeds.

Each motorcycle was ridden by a member of the Flying Car Gang, dressed in avant-garde clothes, all revving their engines wildly, with blue smoke puffing from the exhaust pipes, tauntingly watching Ye Feng, as if playing with him like a cat with a mouse.

The man with glasses looked utterly unpleasant, for he had heard of the Flying Car Gang's methods. They relied on their excellent riding skills to constantly ram their enemies, inflicting bone-deep injuries with every hit. Last year, someone was crushed to death under the wheels.

"Boss, what do we do?"

Ye Feng's face remained calm, but his gaze grew colder, "You take these two fellows to the side, they wouldn't dare do anything to you!"