Lin Feng and Cao Ying were only fifty to sixty meters from the entrance of the Fenghuo Bar. If they ran back at full speed, they could reach it in no more than ten seconds. Lin Feng was about to do just that. He took Cao Ying's hand and turned, only to see several motorcycles roaring towards them, quickly cutting off their retreat.
"Thought you could run?!" Bald Head's voice dripped with arrogance. "Kid, let me tell you, offend me, Wu Shun of the Flying Leopard Club, and not even Xie Nan himself could leave the Fenghuo Bar in one piece."
As if echoing Bald Head's declaration, the motorcycles behind Lin Feng suddenly emitted a deep, rumbling roar. More than ten headlights focused on Lin Feng and Cao Ying, illuminating their faces clearly.
