His motorcycle, although not falling to pieces, made a sputtering sound, as if suddenly losing all strength, and came to a gradual stop.
No matter how much he revved the throttle, it made no difference. Had its time finally come?
Shen Zhou couldn't help but laugh and cry.
"I, the Divine Doctor, want to stand up for justice, to fight for the people, and yet, you, my stinking motorcycle, extinguish halfway, showing no consideration at all."
In the distance, the hooligans looked back and burst into laughter. After a brief discussion, they circled back, stopping arrogantly in front of Shen Zhou with pairs of malicious eyes fixed on him.
The leader was a blondie with an earring on his left ear, adorned with a skull pendant.
He glared at Shen Zhou and said, "Kid, you've got guts, chasing us to get your two thousand back. Too bad your motorcycle is so unreliable. But we can give you a chance."
Shen Zhou remained calm, "What chance?"
