One of his men laughed and said, "A motorcycle was stolen, not sure whose it is."
The cars they drove here were all gang property, but those motorcycles were personal property.
So these people who rode here were so angry and worried, even Jordan couldn't help but smile.
Before they came, he said, "Don't damn well ride such a long distance."
But they just wouldn't listen, they wanted to go on a spontaneous ride!
Along the way, they wasted so much time, all because of these bastards, either they had a flat tire or ran out of gas halfway, and they had to drive to the gas station to get fuel back for them.
Or they couldn't stand the wind and had to slow down, otherwise they would've reached Golden Port City long ago.
"Serves them right!" Jordan said and went back to his bed to lie down again.
This kind of thing only happens in Golden Port City. In northern cities, many people know about the Death Angel, and those motorcycles have the Death Angel's symbol.
