At the thought that yet another enemy was coming after me, a crushing sense despair welled up inside of me.

However, the motorcycle approached, its body suddenly swinging across me. The rider, whose face was obscured by his helmet, pulled out a Glock from both bags on the left and right sides of the motorcycle and started shooting at the driver of the jeep.

Aware of danger, the muscular man crouched, abruptly exiting the vehicle, his body tumbling on the hard tarmac.

The moving jeep rolled down to the roadbed. 

"Song Xingchen!" I shouted but got no response.

Upon emptying his magazine, the rider quickly reloaded and jumped off the motorcycle, raising both hands as he wildly shot at the muscular man. The latter dropped to the ground and threw a knife at the rider.

Metal clashed with metal as a bullet met the flying knife in mid-air. Taking the opportunity...