Wang Renjie didn't know what to do. As Chen Meiling's agent, he had secretly signed a contract in her name. If she didn't attend, the penalty would be a sum equal to the price of the most expensive sword at the Sword Convention. The other party had paid Wang Renjie a 1,000,000 deposit, but Chen Meiling knew nothing about it. She still thought this was just a promotional visit and that being a judge at the convention was merely a friendly cameo, completely unaware of the one million.
Wang Renjie trembled with fear.
At that moment, eleven men appeared at the airport, all wearing the Yuzhou soccer team uniform.
"Heard someone hit our future coach? Who was it? Get out here."
They were supposed to be soccer players, but their swaggering arrogance made them look less like they played soccer and more like they were out to kill someone.
"This is going to be difficult to resolve," someone in the crowd muttered.
