Aisha nodded: "Don't worry, I will protect them with my life if necessary!"
Zhang Jingdong patted her fragrant shoulder and raised his hand: "GO!"
Then the group headed downstairs and out of the courtyard.
Outside, there were about thirty to forty motorcycles, but none priced above 5000, surrounded by a large group of Aisha's tribesmen. However, it was obvious they were all afraid of these people.
The leader drove a sixty-percent new Qianjiang 125, but held an old-fashioned hunting rifle in his hand.
Seeing Zhang Jingdong next to Aisha, he got off the bike, carrying the rifle, and spoke in somewhat awkward Chinese: "Who are you?"
At this moment, the previously noisy square instantly quieted down, with only one or two sounds of children crying.
Zhang Jingdong's eyes turned sharp, and he spoke boldly: "You don't deserve to know my identity, but I can tell you my latest identity, I'm now Aisha's man!"
