Two helmeted men sat on a motorcycle, and the one at the back was clutching a woman's handbag, clearly just snatched.
"Biker gang?" Wang Longhu wondered.
He had seen a lot about motorcycle robbery in Hong Kong films during his childhood, but witnessing it in reality was a first.
As the motorcycle whizzed past him, Wang Longhu was about to intervene when Daoist Tianle leapt into action first.
He leaped forward and stood firmly right in front of the motorcycle, his arms outstretched with no intention of dodging.
"Get lost! Or I'll run you over!"
The rider was dumbfounded at this sight. He had seen acts of heroism before, but never someone so fearless of death.
If he didn't brake, crashing into Daoist Tianle could send him flying, which would be a serious incident, way more severe than theft.
Faced with this threat, Daoist Tianle wasn't fazed at all, standing his ground as if rooted in place.
Wang Longhu looked on calmly, unfazed by Daoist Tianle's actions.
