Next, he released the brakes, and the armored Harley, like a beast freed from its chains, roared its engine and surged forward with an unstoppable, fierce momentum.
On the chaotic streets, the roar of the engine echoed through the night, accompanied by a piercingly terrifying scream.
The long-haired thug was tightly grabbed by his hair by Zhou Qingfeng and was dragged on the ground by the motorcycle, rolling and sliding.
His body constantly crashed into the roadside stones, metal sheets, and scattered garbage. His clothes were torn, and his skin was scraped until it was a bloody mess.
A shocking blood trail was left behind, with crimson blood shimmering eerily in the firelight.
Initially, he still struggled, waving his arms trying to grab something, but within seconds, the scream gradually weakened.
When the cold and unfeeling Zhou Qingfeng finally discarded him, he was left with a body that had been dragged beyond recognition.
