This area belongs to the Flying Eagle's territory. Xiao Bai made a call, and in about a quarter of an hour, a bunch of thugs rode their motorcycles over.
The headlights of several dozen motorcycles lit up the place like broad daylight! The constant roar of the engines seemed to vent their arrogance and dominance, a veritable dance of demons!
Chen Longhu took a brief look at the two hands beneath him and saw that all those who had come were street thugs who had fought their way up from the streets—each one more ruthless than the last when it came to fighting.
Now that Xiao Bai had gathered them, every one of them had a machete slung at their waist.
This was more than enough to give Xu Fan a tough time.
They patted Xiao Bai on the shoulder and said with a laugh, "Xiao Bai, we'll leave the rest to you, just remember, it's time to feed the fish in the Qinhuai River."
"Hehe, don't worry, bosses!"
After watching the two leave, Xiao Bai walked over to the gang of bikers.
