The visibility in the rain isn't very good.
But a big living person is standing in the middle of the road waving his hand.
With the help of the headlights, Zhang Feng can still see him.
"Could it be a robbery?"
Xiaolin also sees the man waving from tens of meters away.
"If it is, we can't avoid it..."
Zhang Feng steadies the steering wheel with one hand, and pulls out the steel pipe from under the seat slightly with the other.
"If they're robbers, there must be others nearby, scattering spikes or something ahead.
So, since we can't avoid it, let's take this person as a hostage first.
The premise is, he's indeed a robber."
Zhang Feng has been in the martial world for many years and understands that the road bandits nowadays are ruthless, but not like border desperadoes who would watch their companions in someone's hands, then still shoot recklessly.
If they were truly that fierce, they wouldn't be robbing.
