After waiting for a few minutes, the roaring sound of cars came from outside. Allen Zhang glanced out the window and saw several cars parked in front of the apartment downstairs. None of them cost less than ten thousand dollars; they were all modified cars with explosive performance.
Soon, he saw a large white man with a headscarf, studded black leather jacket, Martin boots, skull ornaments, and tattoos all over his face, getting out of the lead car.
You could tell at a glance he wasn't ordinary.
The burly white man got out of the car and stormed over to the apartment entrance, started banging on the door loudly, "Hey! I'm here! Is anyone there? Hurry up and open the door."
"Man, you guys dare to mess with these kinds of people? They look like they're probably gang members too, right?" Allen Zhang looked back in surprise at the Black people, guessing their end would probably be a harsh one.
