Xiao Feng squinted his eyes, watching the convoy of motorcycles, arranged like a flock of geese, take up most of the lane in front of the bus. He was certain this was the work of a gang.
"Brother, what... what should we do now?" The driver looked at Xiao Feng, seeking help.
Having first reminded him to check the dashcam, and then to call the police, the driver had already subconsciously started to see Xiao Feng as his pillar of support.
"You continue the call to the police, I'll go take a look."
Leaving that command, Xiao Feng exited the bus.
There were a total of seven motorcycles, three on the left, three on the right, and a lone one prominently in the middle. Twelve people were on the six bikes.
At this moment, the person on the middle motorcycle took off his helmet, got off, and quickly ran up to the old shepherd, shouting, "Dad, how did our sheep die?"
