Chapter 424 Auntie’s Dream

• “You little punk, think a few tricks make you hot shit now? Fine. If you’ve got the guts, just wait!”
• Soon after, a pack of roaring, modded Harleys stormed in. Skulls were painted across the tanks, mean as hell. The riders looked even meaner—scarred faces, dead eyes, machetes, iron rods, and chains in their hands. Worst part? There were more than fifty of them.
• They rode in tight and formed three rings, boxing in Darius Harrington and Yang Lan.