Zhang Xuan'er now had no fear at all of these thugs; she was clear on her own capabilities and knew she was not someone these ordinary people could provoke.
Liuu Ruyan was still somewhat timid, instinctively retreating behind Long Fei when faced with such a big scene.
Long Fei raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's going on here?"
A group of motorcycles, puffing white smoke, stopped, facing them, like fierce wild beasts ready to pounce and bite at any moment.
These iron beasts were not commonly seen, looking excessively ferocious.
Especially the riders, each dressed distinctively.
Either in jeans or leather jackets, with red cloths tied on their heads and boots on their feet, all striking cool poses.
One of the leaders was even drinking alcohol, as if afraid others wouldn't know he was drink-driving.
