After Chen Xiao ended the call with Zong Yuanmao.
The three of them ran back to the entrance of the Zong Family's house once again.
Chen Xiao stopped. He showed no reaction, but Xiaoji and the Knife Man were already out of breath.
"Bro, what kind of route is this? Weren't we supposed to escape? How come we're back here again!"
Xiaoji asked in confusion, holding his knees.
But as soon as he asked, the people chasing them became even more furious.
"Damn it, they're just playing us!"
"Can't tolerate this, playing us in Zong Village. Do they have a death wish?"
"Call people to block them, then drag them to the village entrance and whip them!"
Chen Xiao didn't run anymore; he kept watching the door of Zong Yuanmao's house.
He believed that a businessman who has built a certain industry would sober up in times of crisis.
Or put it this way, a businessman might do something extremely stupid because of his son.
But if it were a son-in-law, he'd definitely be more cautious.
