Look Where It's Good, Shoot There!

Compared with a car, the Rat King's motorcycle actually had the advantage. It was faster, too, and soon overtook the Security Post's vehicle.

It drew closer and closer to the BMW M2 Yimo was driving.

Rat King: "Smash it!"

"Whoever can make that car stop will be our gang's second-in-command from now on!!!"

Over the past few days, the Rat King had challenged half the gangs in the city, making a name for himself.

Honestly, once gangs reached a certain size, they all started seeking profit. Who still wanted to fight and kill all day?

The Rat King, on the other hand, was far more ruthless. Most of his men were young punks. Since they were young, they had that vicious streak and bloodlust. His men showed no restraint, and now they were riding high, each one getting cockier than the last and striking especially hard.

At the Rat King's words, the punks shouted and accelerated, rushing up alongside the BMW and swinging their Iron Rods at it.

They cursed as they struck, and they hit hard.

At this rate, even the car's glass might not hold out!

But Yimo wasn't without a way to fight back. He swerved the BMW M2 from side to side.

Motorcycles at high speed couldn't withstand a collision. Even a slight bump sent them veering off to the side and crashing at least ten meters away. The riders could be seen hitting the ground and rolling over a dozen times, their heads split open and bloodied. There was no telling if they were still alive.

"Fuck! I'll shoot you dead!!!"

One punk saw that more than a dozen of the brothers who had come with him had been taken down in no time. His eyes instantly turned red. He pulled a pistol from inside