Feng Shan's brow furrowed slightly as he glanced at Little Tom.
Without hesitation, he drew his pistol, the weapon's familiar weight bringing a sense of security.
He turned his head slightly and nodded to the people behind him, a silent command conveying his trust.
Then, Feng Shan was the first to turn and head toward the log cabin on the hillside.
Seeing this, the others picked up their weapons and followed closely behind him.
As they neared the slope, the group carefully scanned their surroundings.
They didn't see any sign of the Biker Gang; they must all be inside the cabin at the top of the hill.
Feng Shan frowned slightly.
He took out his Hunting Knife, walked over to a motorcycle, and pulled out the brake line. With a simple gesture, he signaled for the others to cut the brake lines on all the bikes.
First, cut off their escape route. It would make it easier to wipe them out in one go.
