
Arkana stopped his bike and stared one by one all the men who confronted him from behind the glass of his helmet.
"What do you want?" ask Arkan, cold.
The laughter of the men broke after earlier looking at each other.
One of the men, approaching Arkan with the corner of his lips grinned cynically.
"You asked what we want, right? All right, we'll tell you. We want your bike to have all the precious things on you. S...