If the convoy blindly crashes into them from both sides, it is likely to end in flipped cars and casualties.
With large vehicles blocking ahead, the convoy's only retreat now is to reverse.
But not even half a minute has passed.
Hum—
All around, the sound of off-road vehicles approaches rapidly; ten cars are closing in.
Zhang Feng took a glance and realized they encountered 'apocalyptic road bandits'.
The same trick, a single move, dominates and succeeds everywhere.
'Why is there this kind of thing everywhere?'
Zhang Feng shook his head in disbelief, picked up a brick from the ground, and walked forward.
"Where do you guys come from? What do you have in the cars?"
The dozens of them have a look that suggests extortion with no apparent reason.
Usually, a regular bandit would at least say, 'Boss, lend me some money' or 'You ran over my dog'.
Anyway, there's always a reason for demanding money.
But these people, as they talked, began spreading out.
