Yang Dao had just put on his jersey when the scenery was disturbed by some buzzing sounds. Eric shouted, "Desert Raiders."

The guards immediately got outside the cars and closed the cars. The people were shocked. Eric wanted to call Yang Dao back when a motorbike flashed between them, followed by thirty more motorbikes.

Yang Dao calmly put on his clothes. His hands combed his hair as if nothing was going wrong. Ten cars had one guard and one driver. Total twenty people, excluding ten cycling club members. All were surrounded by fifty motorbikes.

The bikes were all painted to match the desert. They all looked dirty, the people wore black leather jackets and jeans, their faces covered with black helmets. On their wastes, a gun was tied in a holster. Eric looked at the bike that stopped in front of him and asked in a cold voice, "What do you want?"

The other side spoke in a muffled voice, "Same old, passing toll. Leave the valuables or stay forever."

Eric sneered and said, "Do you know that we are the Orlenko's? Are you bandits forgetting your limits?" he also took out a gun from his coat. They were all war-trained people. They were not to give up so easily.

Yet a fact remained obvious. They were outnumbered. The enemy had fifty people while they were only twenty. One of the people close to Yang Dao laughed and said, "Eric Wolfrom, do you not see the situation? We have more people and also a hostage."

He got off the bike and walked toward the boy who was tying his shoes. He chuckled with his gun aimed at the boy, "Hey, look, is this boy disabled? Why can he not see that a gun is pointed at him. Or is he posing."

The actions of the bandit shocked everyone. The cycling club wanted to do something but since the cars were locked they could only hit the glasses. These cars were all bulletproof. The glass was reinforced and could not even be broken through by a bullet let alone hands.

Eric yelled, "Stop, do not move. I will shot I am telling you."

All the guards had their guns aimed at a bandit closest to them. Eric himself was aware that this was a desperate effort and will not bear fruit, yet he had to do it. He was aware of how powerful the person being taken hostage was, or his family was.

If anything happened to the boy, then even if they made it out of here alive, they will all be crushed to death. His gaze landed on Yang Dao trying to see if the boy was scared or anything but he froze the next moment. The bandit had now reached close to Yang Dao and had his gun aimed at his head. Suddenly, the boy moved.

Yang Dao moved his right leg like a whip, in a blink, the face of the foot connected with the helmet of the bandit. The impact of the kick was so strong that the guy fell to the ground instantly. The boy moved quickly and took the gun. He did not intend to wait and negotiate.

These guys had radiated killing intent toward him, he had the right to kill them. With a smooth movement, he raised the gun and placed the muzzle on the neck of the bandit.

Everyone was shocked, but soon the bandits laughed, one of them said, "Alek, you were taken down by a kid."

The bandit was taken down by Yang Dao was now trapped between the ground and the gun, along with a knee placed on his back. The boy gazed around at the bandits laughing and then he raised his gun and shot.

BANG!!!

The aim? A bandit standing in a seemingly random position. The bullet landed on the shoulder of the bandit and a blood flower bloomed as the target fell on the ground. Suddenly a scary was heard, "Leader."

The bandits were stunned, they all had their eyes focused on the leader. Yang Dao broke the hand of the man under his knee and swiftly moved to the fallen leader. He ran with his body crouched, weaving between the bandits, cleverly avoiding their line of fire.

Eric and the rest of the guards were shocked, they did not expect such a thing to happen. They did not even have the time to properly appreciate Yang Dao's move when the boy was already holding the wounded leader.

The bandits cried, "NO, Let the leader go, or you will beg us to die."

Yang Dao stood with the bandit leader in front of him, the muzzle of the gun placed on the neck. The boy hid behind the leader so well, that even a thread of his body was not visible. He said in a chilling voice, "You can try and move against me, or my people. I may die, but I will blow the head of your leader like a watermelon. Wanna try."

His words did not waver, it was like a devil from hell. The bandits were scared they did not expect such a thing to happen as well. They all had the same clothes and the same bikes. Everything was identical.

The wounded leader was also surprised. He thought that this guy had shot him by fluke, but recalling his movements and execution. He figured that this kid was not the regular joe. He asked in a whimpering voice, "What are you?"

Yang Dao replied, "You don't need to know." why will he explain his origins to a bandit? He is not that polite. He said, "I give you my word, have your people retreat, after we reach the safe distance, I will release you. If you think my words mean nothing then, even if you kill all the guards and me. Your side will suffer casualties too. The people inside the car must have already called for backup. You have ten seconds to chose."

The Dao Child bluffed with confidence. He did this after seeing how restless the bandits were after the leader was captured. He played by the rules of psychology, this guy was a good leader and thus they all were dependant on him. Kill him and the bandits will self-destruct. He did not want blood shed. So, he gave the guy a choice.