A phone call.

Less than five minutes.

Suddenly a long line of motorcycles emerged from the dimly lit streets.

It's all a modified army green Harley.

The men on the motorcycles were wearing helmets and field knives less than seven inches pinned to their waists.

They are the racing team personally cultivated by Lei Feng, with a total of thirty-six people, one ......

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