Chapter 50

Chen Yang ignored the woman, his eyes fixed straight ahead as if she didn't exist.

"Uncle, are you deaf? Can't you hear me?"

The woman's motorcycle roared, deliberately moving closer to Chen Yang's electric scooter.

"Xiao Ai, why are you talking to this guy? We need to catch up with Brother Cheng!" the man behind her shouted.

"Wang Yi, I don't like the look of this guy. Stop him for me," the woman shouted to the rider on the left.

The rider didn't respond, but his actions were immediate. He accelerated slightly, moved in front of Chen Yang's electric scooter, and slowed down.

With the guardrail on his right, the woman on his left, and a motorcycle in front, Chen Yang had no choice but to slow down and stop.

As soon as he stopped, the three motorcycles also came to a halt.

"Uncle, are you trying to be tough?" the woman removed her helmet, glaring at Chen Yang angrily.

Normally, in such a situation, most people would be scared white and beg for mercy, but this guy, riding a dilapidated electric scooter and wearing an old helmet, remained silent despite her harsh questioning.

"Hehe, this is interesting. Wang Yi, do you think this guy is a fool?" the man behind her removed his helmet, revealing red hair and a rebellious expression.

Wang Yi remained silent, but the woman got off her motorcycle, walked up to Chen Yang, and lightly grabbed the handlebars of his electric scooter, reaching out to remove his helmet.

"Slap!"

Chen Yang casually slapped away the woman's delicate, white hand and said in a low voice, "Friends, I'm giving you a warning. Leave here as fast as you can, or else..."

"Or else what?!" the red-haired man, seeing Chen Yang slap the woman's hand, immediately flew into a rage and prepared to grab Chen Yang.

"Feng Yuan, stop!" the woman shouted, stopping Feng Yuan. She then sneered at Chen Yang, "So you're not deaf after all. Who do you think you are to tell us to leave?"

Chen Yang's gaze shifted to the distant mountains, and he said softly, "Is it that direction?"

"I can feel it. It's not far from us," a voice from his right hand was transmitted directly to his ear, inaudible to the others. They only saw Chen Yang talking to himself while wearing his helmet.

This man was completely ignoring her!

The woman laughed in anger, experiencing the feeling of being ignored for the first time. Initially, it felt strange, but soon turned into rage.

"Wang Yi, get this guy off his scooter and smash it," the woman ordered.

Wang Yi, without a word, got off his motorcycle and reached for Chen Yang's clothes.

But just then, Chen Yang's electric scooter suddenly accelerated, slipping through the gap between the two motorcycles and speeding away.

"Damn it, you're dead tonight, kid!" Feng Yuan, without waiting for the woman's command, cursed and sped off on his motorcycle.

The woman was momentarily stunned, then laughed bitterly. With that broken electric scooter, how could he possibly escape?

"We'll follow him," the woman sneered, and she and Wang Yi got back on their motorcycles and followed.

Chen Yang's electric scooter had a maximum speed of only 30 km/h, which was no match for the motorcycles that could reach over 200 km/h. Despite his initial advantage, Feng Yuan quickly caught up.

"Kid, are you tired of living? Stop the scooter!"

Feng Yuan, riding close to Chen Yang, cursed and shouted arrogantly.

Chen Yang ignored him, as if he hadn't heard a word, which completely enraged Feng Yuan.

Without hesitation, Feng Yuan moved closer to Chen Yang and extended his right foot to kick the electric scooter.

Normally, at speeds over 100 km/h, Feng Yuan wouldn't dare to do such a dangerous move, but at 30 km/h, it seemed easy.

Unfortunately for him, he was dealing with Chen Yang, whose brain was currently in "first gear overclocking." Without turning his head, Chen Yang, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, suddenly accelerated just as Feng Yuan's foot came down, causing him to kick at air.

Kicking at air was not a pleasant feeling, and Feng Yuan, caught off guard, almost lost control of his motorcycle, his face turning pale in fear.

At that moment, the other two motorcycles caught up.

The woman, no longer bothering to talk to the man on the electric scooter, whistled to Wang Yi, who immediately took out a stainless steel rod from under his motorcycle.

These people were really bold, treating the law like a joke?

Seeing Wang Yi take out the steel rod, Chen Yang, who had never encountered such a situation, was a bit confused. Was it really necessary? Provoking passersby and pulling out prohibited weapons—were they ignoring the law?

What Chen Yang didn't know was that these young people, after "skating," were in an extremely excited state, with no regard for the law.

While Chen Yang wasn't much better, holding a sniper electromagnetic rifle, it was like a terrorist with an AK47 complaining that a child with a plastic sword was dangerous.

Wang Yi, who had been silent, obediently followed the woman's command, approaching Chen Yang with the steel rod and swinging it at his helmet.

Chen Yang's eyes flashed with a fierce light. After the "death training" with his right hand, he was no longer an ordinary person!

The steel rod came at him with great force, but he didn't need to turn his head. Just by hearing the sound, he could determine the direction. His right hand held the handlebars steady, while his left hand reached out and, in a counterattack, grabbed the steel rod and twisted it.

Wang Yi felt as if he had hit a wall. The moment Chen Yang grabbed the rod, his arm went numb. Before he could react, a powerful force came, and the steel rod was wrenched from his hand!

What?

Wang Yi's calm face inside his helmet changed. Despite being only 28, he was well-known in the motorcycle gang for his explosive strength and ruthlessness. He was always confident in his strength, but what just happened?

This guy didn't even turn his head and managed to grab the steel rod and counterattack!

What the hell kind of ridiculous joke is this?

For a moment, Wang Yi was at a loss.

But he didn't have to be confused for long.

Chen Yang, having grabbed the steel rod, didn't hesitate and struck Wang Yi's helmet with it.

The blow wasn't very strong, but the sudden attack left Wang Yi dazed, and he lost control of his motorcycle, crashing and rolling on the concrete, sparks flying.

"Wang Yi!"

"Brother Wang!"

The woman and Feng Yuan, not expecting the sudden turn of events, quickly braked and rushed to check on Wang Yi.

Fortunately, the speed was only 30 km/h, and Wang Yi managed to struggle to his feet before they could reach him.

"Wang Yi, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Wang Yi removed his helmet, revealing a handsome face.

"Brother Wang, if you were hurt, I would have killed that kid," Feng Yuan said angrily.

"Shut up! He's already gone!" the woman snapped.

"Don't worry, isn't Brother Cheng ahead of us? Call him to stop that kid."

"Right, Feng Yuan, call my brother to stop that bastard. I want to break his arms and legs myself."

Seeing Wang Yi injured, the woman's hatred for Chen Yang grew even more.