The remaining five motorcycles of the Flying Tigers gang slowly passed by Tang Ye, hoping against hope that he would stay motionless. For God's sake, don't move!
Anyone who could catch bullets had to be a Level 4 New Human or above. This couldn't possibly be human anymore; they should be called monsters!
Ideals are plump, but reality is skinny. They wished Tang Ye wouldn't move, but he did, and he didn't hold back!
Bang!
With a kick, he hit a motorcycle. The rider and the vehicle were smashed into the barrier as if hit by a high-speed train. The steel-made barrier twisted like plastic and then broke.
Boom!
The motorcycle finally exploded into pieces as it crashed onto a cement slope, unable to withstand Tang Ye's explosive force. The flames resembled a beautiful phoenix soaring up into the sky and then dispersing. As for the people on the vehicle, they were all reduced to ashes!
