The second Biker Gang member watched helplessly as his companion got beaten to a pulp over that very question.
He wouldn't dare talk back now.
The object lesson was right in front of him.
He nodded frantically, his voice trembling as he said, "He-he-he's in there. Gruus is inside, drinking. I just saw him."
"See? This is much friendlier. Why did you have to curse? Didn't your teacher ever tell you that cursing is wrong?"
Feng Mountain sounded like he was scolding an unruly child.
He nodded in satisfaction, then turned and walked toward the workshop's main door.
Seeing this, the other veterans all raised their weapons and fell in line behind him, their formation radiating a grim, deadly aura.
Meanwhile, inside the Chevrolet, Diego's eyes were wide as he watched the scene unfold in disbelief.
A rush of excitement surged through him.
