The members of the Biker Gang were almost dumbfounded. Wasn't this guy just behind us? How did he get so fast?
But they quickly became furious. The talkative, chubby one stepped forward, pointing at Tang Zhong and cursed, "Are you fucking suicidal? We in the Biker Gang drive so fast, and here you are, standing and seeking death. If we hadn't braked quickly, you'd already be minced meat by now."
The others also cursed and swore.
"Oh, it's the Biker Gang, but did I ask you for your names? Stop talking nonsense. Who was flipping me off just now?" Tang Zhong said.
"Oh, what a tough guy. It was I, your grandpa, who flipped you off. What about it? I'm still flipping you off now." A tall, skinny guy stepped out, continuing to flip the bird.
"So it was you, huh? Fine, you like flipping the bird, huh? Just wait!" Tang Zhong said. He pulled over to the side of the road—traffic rules must still be observed—then turned and walked off the road.
