Among those people, the one in charge was Zhang Qiang. Luo Yang muttered to himself, "It looks like they're planning to gang up on us. Heh, do you really understand my strength? Coming here to die, I'll grant you your wish."
While kicking his scooter along with his foot, Luo Yang calculated in his heart, "There are five of them, on two motorcycles. Four have gotten off, with only Huang Maoqiang still sitting on the motorcycle."
Having thought this, he already had a plan in mind.
"Hey, if you want to fight, come on. Are you scared?" Luo Yang taunted.
"Beat him up!" commanded Zhang Qiang.
The four youths charged over as expected, iron pipes in hand, their momentum fierce.
As they approached, Luo Yang gave a slight smile, hoisted his bicycle with both arms, and hurled it at them, carving out a path straight for Zhang Qiang.
His strategy was to capture the king first.
Zhang Qiang was greatly startled, jumped off the motorcycle, and picked up an iron rod to sweep at Luo Yang.
