In front of the resort, Bi Fang rotated the axe in his hand, swung it from above, and with the momentum, brought it down.
The iron axe easily cleaved through the roots, twisting it left and right, he chopped out a notch.
Passersby tourists couldn't help but stop and whisper among themselves.
The tourists didn't understand what was happening, an Asian youth suddenly ran to the entrance and started chopping down palm trees, having already felled one and was proceeding with the second, due to the axe in the individual's hand, no one dared to approach and dissuade him, instead, they just silently gathered around to watch from a distance.
"Hey, how can you cut down the trees here! They belong to the resort's property!"
Bi Fang straightened up, lowered his axe, and looked back to see a sand motorcycle racing towards him, with an old man with a white beard on it, waving his hands frantically, making it worrying that he might lose control and crash into a wall.
"Be careful."
