As the car reached halfway down the street, Lin Fei said to Leng Ying, "Stop! They are already here."
Leng Ying stopped the car, his gaze piercing through the windshield ahead.
At some unknown time, four men dressed in black leather jackets and pants appeared on the street ahead, holding long knives as they sprinted towards them.
The tips of their knives scraped along the ground, sending up sparks with a grating noise reminiscent of a chainsaw cutting through.
Simultaneously, the same grating sound came from behind the car. Leng Ying, through the side rearview mirror, saw four more men in black leather, dragging long knives towards them.
Front and back, eight black-clad men with long knives charged towards the Mercedes in the middle of the street.
Lin Fei's expression remained unruffled as he said, "Charge forward!"
"Yes." Leng Ying replied, his eyes flashing sharply.
