Buzz…
The roaring sound of the engine thundered in one's ears as a motorcycle sped furiously down the congested highway.
Although the road was densely packed with sedans, the motorcycle darted through the spaces between the cars like a fish, leaving many vehicles trailing behind.
Ye Feng, his expression cold, glanced back while speeding and caught sight of a luxury Maserati sports car fiercely pursuing him.
"Police?"
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow as he spotted a woman in a police uniform inside the sports car.
However, he was unconcerned, thinking it a fool's dream for the police to catch up to him on such a congested highway. With that, he fiercely accelerated, making the motorcycle even faster.
"Bastard!"
Bai Furong's pretty face turned dark as she watched the motorcycle pull further away, feeling helpless.
Although her sedan was high-performing, it was nearly impossible to catch up to the motorcycle on such a congested road.
Bai Furong did not give up, however, and pulled out a pink iPhone to dial a number.
"Sister Bai, what brought you to call
today?"
A woman's voice ca through the phone, sounding very familiar with Bai Furong and very casual in her speech.
"Xiao Ding, help
track a motorcycle currently traveling from Shunfu Road towards Zhengyang Road at high speed! Record its route for
and send it over!" Bai Furong got straight to the point.
The woman on the other side sounded surprised, "Sister Bai, what happened? Why are you tracking that motorcycle?"
"I suspect sothing's wrong with that vehicle. I'll explain later, I'm still driving!" Bai Furong said.
"Okay! I'll send it to you right away!"
After the woman on the phone finished her sentence, she hung up, and shortly after, Bai Furong received an electronic map on her phone with a red arrow swiftly moving.
"Heading towards the outskirts! There's definitely sothing fishy!" A cold smile appeared on Bai Furong's beautiful face; she felt like a hunter waiting to capture her prey.
Chicken Hill, located ten kiloters west of Jiangnan City, is an abandoned mountain.
The entire Chicken Hill is surrounded by a river, and its surroundings are filled with reeds. However, due to pollution, the river has beco odorous and repulsive, making this area hardly frequented by people.
At this mont, a motorcycle was driving along a bumpy path towards this place; Ye Feng surveyed his surroundings, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.
"Is this the place?" Ye Feng asked the person behind him.
"That's right! This is Chicken Hill. Since few people co here, it has now beco the den of the Flying Car Gang!" Glasses nodded and then cautioned Ye Feng:
"Boss, be careful of ambushes! The gang has about forty mbers, half of whom are upperclassn from our school, and the other half are local thugs from the city. They often rob students and bring anyone they dislike here for a beating. I heard there was even a death last year!"
Ye Feng nodded, and he slowed the motorcycle down.
The bumpy path was long, and the reed beds on either side grew denser, with the stench of sewage becoming more pungent.
A few minutes later, a low hill appeared not far ahead.
The hill was barren, with a clearing in front where about a dozen people were either sitting or standing, and over a dozen motorcycles were parked nearby.
Every one of these n dressed flamboyantly and looked quite peculiar, with many wearing nose rings, lip rings, and having tattoos; it was almost as if the words "I am a thug" were written on their faces.
As they saw Ye Feng approach on his motorcycle, they were initially stunned, then they all stood up in unison, picked up their weapons, and glared fiercely.
Ye Feng slowly brought the motorcycle to a stop, indifferent to the glares of these people as he looked towards the other end of the clearing.
There stood a wooden fra, on which Ling Shaofeng and Xu Ping, battered and bruised, hung.
Seemingly hearing the noise of the motorcycle, Ling Shaofeng and Xu Ping made an effort to open their eyes:
"Boss..."
The two were initially stunned, then their expressions suddenly changed, filled with intense anxiety:
"Boss, run! Don't worry about us! Just go..."
Ling Shaofeng and Xu Ping struggled desperately. They hadn't expected Ye Feng to co; they were aware of the thods of the Flying Car Gang. If Ye Feng ca, he would not leave without being crippled.
"Leave? Hehe! Since you're here, can you still leave?"
Just then, a gruff voice rang out, and three figures stepped out from among the gang mbers.
The leader was nearly one ter ninety tall, bulging with muscles, extrely robust, with a headband tied around his head, and a sinister face. Beside him were two n: one was the thug knocked unconscious by Ye Feng earlier, and the other was Mo Fei.
ngzi and Mo Fei looked at Ye Feng with both hatred and fear. They had been knocked out by Ye Feng with two punches the day before, almost turning them into a joke within the Flying Car Gang. But every ti they thought of Ye Feng's inhuman speed, their hearts went cold.
"Brother, it's this kid! Grab him, I want him to know the consequences of crossing , Mo Fei!" Mo Fei glared at Ye Feng and said to the muscular youth beside him.
This young man was Mo Fei's brother, Mo Lin, the head of the Flying Car Gang, a notorious thug around Jiangnan University!
"Mo Fei! Mo Lin! I fuck your mother! This is between
and you, cowards, co after !" Ling Shaofeng cursed out loud at Mo Lin in desperation.
Although he had seen Ye Feng's capabilities, he didn't believe Ye Feng could stand against the entire Flying Car Gang. Every mber of the gang was a master of motorcycle riding; no matter how skilled you are in kung fu, you couldn't withstand a motorbike crashing into you.
Mo Lin glanced at Ling Shaofeng, his lips curling in disdain: "I'll deal with you later!"
With that, his gaze shifted to Ye Feng, and his eyes shone with malice: "So, you're the one who hurt my brother?"
"That's right!" Ye Feng and his companion had already gotten out of the car; at the mont, he grabbed the two youths from the back seat and threw them to the ground.
Bang bang!
The two youths were thrown hard onto the ground, their wounds, which had just stopped bleeding, burst open again. Fresh blood flowed incessantly, and they woke from unconsciousness, lying on the ground and screaming painfully.
Seeing their companions in agony on the ground, the other mbers of the Flying Car Gang were imdiately enraged, each grabbing a weapon, ready to pounce on Ye Feng.
"Stop!" Mo Lin's expression darkened, and upon hearing his order, the other gang mbers halted instantly.
"Boss, this jerk dared to hurt our brothers, let's kill him!" one of the mbers shouted loudly.
And the others joined in:
"Right! We must kill this son of a bitch! Show him the power of our Flying Car Gang!"
"Kill him!"
...
The many mbers of the Flying Car Gang looked ferocious, as if they couldn't wait to tear Ye Feng apart.
But Mo Lin's expression remained calm, with a hint of amusent at the corners of his mouth:
"Of course we're going to kill him! But I heard this kid is pretty skilled, let's have so fun with him today!"
With that, Mo Lin waved his large hand: "Get on your bikes! Let him taste our specialty!"
Howl howl!
The mbers of the Flying Car Gang howled excitedly, mounting their motorcycles and starting them up.
Vroom vroom...
The roar of more than ten motorcycles filled the air, making the place exceptionally noisy.
And that wasn't all. Mo Lin's mischievous smile thickened, he put his fingers to his lips, and blew a loud whistle!
Whistle!
As the whistle blew, the dense reeds around them exploded with noise, as motorcycles burst out like arrows.
Vroom vroom...
These motorcycles had been lying in ambush in the reeds for quite so ti, and now, as they burst out, they cut off Ye Feng's retreat, surrounding him and trapping him in the middle.
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