The members of the Wind God Hall inside the villa were all staring blankly at this scene, watching as the motorcycle flew high, just like a deity descending, as if time had stopped for a moment. Then the black tire crashed down mercilessly on the leader.
Blood splattered, and the leader's head was crushed by the tire, then the motorcycle came to a halt.
Gulp!
Everyone inside the villa swallowed hard. Was this expert too fierce?
He seemed to be able to control the motorcycle to fly, it was simply unimaginable.
And the scene felt very quiet, the surrounding members of the Daer Gang seemed a bit dazed, looking at Ren Feng, who stepped off the motorcycle with a calm expression. Although they were holding guns pointed at Ren Feng, it seemed they all forgot to pull the trigger.
Ren Feng ignored them and lifted his head to look at the rooftop not far away, his face calm, but his gaze extremely sharp.
