Fang Zhen rolled his neck. If they were actually going to rob him, he'd have no choice.
He hadn't wanted to resort to violence; his destructive power was simply too great. But now, it seemed he would have to teach someone a lesson and get a little warmup in.
'I should hold back,' he thought. 'Try not to kill them.'
But just then, a Fengtian SUV came speeding down an adjacent street. A door flew open while the vehicle was still moving, and several Black men jumped out, AK-47s in hand. They suddenly fired a burst into the sky.
The bikers planning the robbery immediately started shaking. They slammed on their brakes so hard that one man was nearly thrown from the back of a motorcycle.
Seeing the men with AKs approaching them menacingly, the bikers immediately spun their motorcycles around and sped away from Fang Zhen, screaming as they fled.
Fang Zhen watched them go, the corner of his mouth twitching.
'Damn. So this is what they call exotic charm?'
