"The BOSS is in danger!" Scarface shouted to the sky.
His powerful roar was intimidating, stopping the thugs approaching him in their tracks.
In the alley, the Lion Group members still locked in combat flinched, their expressions varied.
"Get out of the way, I don't have time to mess around with you brats!"
A Lion shouted, muscles bulging, lifting a few young thugs and charged into the crowd.
Like a heavy tank rolling through, the dense crowd was instantly scattered, a path forcibly torn open.
The Lions all rushed toward the opening, not intending to continue their entanglement with these kids.
"Don't let them get away!"
Someone among the thugs yelled.
The roar of engines thundered like an explosion!
Blinding lights shone from the alley entrance, as two young figures sat on heavily modified motorcycles, lifting the front high, black smoke spewing from the exhaust, the engines howling like battle horses, rampaging through the alley!
"Damn, these brats have a death wish!"
