The guy hiding and firing sneak attacks heard Jiang Siming's words and didn't dare come out. He turned around, started his motorcycle, and tried to escape.
The motorcycle roared to life, and the man instantly shot far into the distance.
Jiang Siming remained completely unmoved.
When the man saw that Jiang Siming wasn't chasing him, he turned around and made a provocative face at him.
Clearly, he thought he was on top again.
Jiang Siming let out a soft laugh and threw the ax in his hand at the man a kilometer away.
The man burst into laughter when he saw Jiang Siming throw the ax at him.
"Idiot*! You think you can hit your grandpa from there? Do you really think you're some kind of immortal?"
As he spoke, he accelerated again and sped even farther away.
But the ax Jiang Siming had thrown continued chasing after him.
"Run. Keep running. My ax needs a little time to fly."
Jiang Siming finished his last drag of the cigarette and flicked the butt away. At that moment, a scream and the sound of a motorcycle overturning rang out from a kilometer away.
The ax had sliced off both of the man's arms. Then, because the motorcycle was moving so fast, it dragged him several hundred meters along the road before finally stopping.
The man's entire body had been rubbed raw by the scorching ground, leaving him a bloody, mangled mess.
By the time he stopped, he was barely breathing.
"Big brother, we were wrong! We really know we were wrong! Can we surrender? We'll surrender right now!"
The man with the broken leg had nothing but terror and regret in his eyes. If only they hadn't provoked this man.
"Thinking about surrendering now? Don't worry. I won't kill you," Jiang