Five young men with messy hair were in a narrow rental apartment. They were Lanky, Fatsea, and the others.

  It was very messy in the room. Things were placed everywhere, but there wasn’t any rubbish at all. There was a hint of a strange smell around.

  The young men were shaking their legs, occasionally touching the cigarette hooked on their ears, but not lighting them up. They’d at most bring it to their nose to take a whiff.

  Brother Tiger was very sensitive toward smells and hated them for leaving strange scents in the room the most.

  A black figure flashed outside the window and a night breeze blew inside. A tall and big human figure suddenly appeared in the room. It was Winston, who had left the house in the middle of the night.

  This was Lanky’s home. God knew how bad a fright Lanky was given when he woke up one night to go to the bathroom, only to see a figure in the room. He thought that an enemy had come to take revenge.

  He only recognized him as their boss from his figure. He had no idea how their boss had found him, but he was certain that none of them had told him about their address.

  “Brother Tiger.”


  The few young men instantly stopped shaking their legs nor did they touch their cigarettes anymore. They immediately stood up.

  Winston answered with a deep voice, “Where are their men?”


  The fatty was talkative, but Lanky had a clearer mind when handling matters. He immediately replied, “In a factory two and a half kilometers away. Little Zhao is keeping an eye on them. They’re still fine.”


  “That’s good. Let’s set off.” As Winston said that, he took the lead and jumped out of the window.

  This place was a rooftop unit of a nine-story building. This was the first time the fatty had seen the route their boss usually took and quickly went over to take a look. He saw that the burly figure accurately dangled onto a balcony, jumped down two more floors, then dangled again. In the time it took for a breath, he had already landed steadily on the ground.

  “My god.” The fatty’s legs turned to jelly from seeing this.

  The tall guy slapped him on the back of the head. “What are you looking at? Hurry up and go down. Don’t let Brother Tiger get impatient from waiting.”


  “Hurry, hurry up and go downstairs.”


  The young men seemed as if they had woken up from a dream as they hurried out of the house.

  Winston wasn’t trying to act cool, he just felt that it was troublesome to take the stairs since he’d have to go around in circles. However, even if he jumped down, he’d still have to wait for the slow humans. It was really a waste of time.

  He suddenly realized the advantages of modern technology. With a phone, one could just make a call if there were any issues.

  Lanky and the others came down, pushing out a few motorbikes and calling out to him, “Brother Tiger, should I give you a ride?”


  The motorbike made piercing sounds, causing Winston to frown. He asked, “How do I use it? I don’t feel like leaving my safety to others.”


  Lanky immediately freed up his motorbike, telling him how to operate it. As Winston listened, he also watched on without a trace of how the others were using it. Seeing that there were no contradictions with Lanky’s explanation, he got on the bike.

  “Vroom—” Winston sat on the motorbike and dashed off.

  “Ahh, Boss! Be careful!”


  The young men were so scared that they quickly gave chase. Instantly, the road was filled with the noise from the motorbikes, with the pitiful Lanky being the only one running.

  Winston drove very quickly, causing the young men to be completely spooked. They were scared that their boss would die just like that before he had even managed to do anything.

  However, this speed was nothing to Winston. He didn’t panic, but the roads were filled with turns and the motorbike wasn’t as agile as his own body. As he made an abrupt turn, the motorbike lost balance.

  When the motorbike turned over when driven at such speed, there was a 90% chance that the vehicle would be destroyed and the person would die. However, just as the motorbike inclined, the person on the bike suddenly got off and took the motorbike off the ground.

  The motorbike’s wheels spun rapidly on Winston’s shoulder, suddenly looking harmless like a toy bike.

  All the underlings were speechless. They must still be dreaming. Who would drive like that?