"Should I take action myself?" Feng Huaimu added another sentence, lowering his head to look at the furious Xu Haohao. "You can't stop me. You should be more worried about yourself."
His eyes were burning as he stared into Su Li's eyes, no longer holding back, filled with eagerness.
"Feng Huaijin isn't here, you can't rely on anyone else." Feng Huaimu casually threw out a line and then raised his hand to signal the mercenaries to move.
Suddenly, the increasingly urgent sound of footsteps came from afar, and Feng Huaimu's expression changed.
Within seconds, groups of black-clad bodyguards emerged, completely encircling them.
A tall figure walked out in the night, the shining black leather shoes tapping rhythmically on the wooden deck until the person stood still, nonchalantly saying, "Who said I wasn't here?"
The atmosphere at the scene instantly became strange, and everyone fell silent.
Lu Xiaomian, unrestrained, quickly called the police, but they would take time to arrive.
