Tires would be better

Pressing the accelerator pedal hard, the bike sped into place. Derek held the brakes and did a hard turn, causing the bike to make a smooth curve and stop.

"Tsk, tires would be better" Derek scowled when the sound made didn't reach his expectations, but even the mild noise attracted the guards.

Seeing six men make their way toward him, Derek switched off the bike and got out, cracking his neck. He bolted towards the guards, taking them by surprise.

But he had already gained the first blow, and he made it worthwhile by gathering enough momentum in his glove first before launching a punch at the first guard's abdomen, causing him to recoil and his eyes bulged.

His actions made the guard's head lower, enough for Derek's knees to hit his jaws and Derek did so, his hardened bones and flesh made contact with the guard's jaws and blood spurted from his nose, with his eyes rolling to the back.