Like an iron tower, Iron Hand.
Yet he's guarding beside him.
"Ugh! So boring, these little guys, if they knew who they messed with, I bet they'd be scared witless!"
Sitting on the bus, Jiang Xiantao.
Looked out the window at Bald Brother, Brother Spider, and others.
Couldn't help but find it amusing.
However, fortunately, she had an agreement with Ye Qingfeng.
Otherwise, these people would probably have become ashes.
Time passed by every minute and second.
After twenty minutes.
A black Audi finally appeared in front of everyone.
The car door opened, and there was only the driver inside.
"Bald, you're messing with Mr. Peng's guest, how dare you?"
A man with black eye circles stepped out of the car.
His steps were unsteady, clearly overindulged in wine and pleasure.
"So it's Brother Mao! Is Mr. Peng in the car?"
Bald clasped his hands, seeming polite.
But the disdain deep in his eyes was unmistakable.
"Does such a small matter need Mr. Peng to personally step in?"
