Chen Yang turned a deaf ear, staring straight ahead as if the woman beside him did not exist.
"Mister, are you deaf? Can't you hear me talking?"
The woman's motorcycle emitted a "vroom" sound, intentionally getting close to Chen Yang's electric scooter.
"Xiao Ai, don't bother talking to this guy, let's catch up with Brother Cheng!"
The man behind shouted out loud.
"Wang Yi, I don't like the look of this guy, block him for me."
The woman ignored the man's words, but shouted to a motorcyclist on the left.
The motorcyclist didn't respond, but moved right away, accelerating his bike to get in front of Chen Yang's electric scooter, slowing down.
Now, Chen Yang was hemmed in on the right by a guardrail, on the left by the woman, and in front by the motorcycle. He had no choice but to slow down and stop.
As soon as he stopped, the three motorcycles also stopped.
"Mister, you think you're pretty tough, huh?"
