Behind the wheel, Zhang Meng could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins like a wild horse. He had been driving for about half an hour after leaving the factory, and yet, that group of bikes still hadn't lost trace of him. He could sense their hostility from the distance—like a pack of starving wolves closing in on their prey.

Swerving through the narrow alley, he found himself in a dead end. He was cornered, with no escape. The metal wall of the alley was right in front of him, and the bikes were getting closer and closer. He could hear them roaring, like beasts on the prowl.

Heart pounding in his chest, Zhang Meng took a deep breath and braced himself. He knew that this was the moment of truth. He could either fight or flee, but he had no choice but to fight because he had no other escape route.

Suddenly, the bikes burst into view. The leader, a burly man with a凶神恶煞的面孔, pointed at Zhang Meng's car and roared, "You're dead! We're going to tear you apart!"