He said slowly, "Then let them come. People who do not know the immensity of heaven and earth should learn what a blood lesson is. It's a pity, though, by the time they understand, they won't know anything ever again."
His few old friends let out a strange laugh, nodding in agreement.
Suddenly, Dazhuang revved up the throttle with several brothers.
One after another, the motorcycles rushed toward Li Jifeng and his men like roaring monsters, their speed very fast.
With such fierce momentum, even a bull would be sent flying if hit, resulting in a bloody, flesh-strewn mess upon impact.
Just when the motorcycles were less than ten meters from the Jifeng assassins, all but Li Jifeng quickly flicked their wrists.
Immediately after, there was a series of clattering sounds as steel chains shot out.
On the other end of each chain was a cast iron fist, uneven and rough, aimed straight at the motorcycle tires.
Just a meter away, there was another burst of clattering noises.
