"Really not going?"
"Not going!"
Receiving a firm answer from Chen Xiangbei, Briatore shifted his gaze to Liang Chi and the others.
"Liang, are you guys going?"
"Not going!"
The same decisive answer.
Seeing this scene, Briatore could only shrug helplessly, mutter something about how stubborn and rigid everyone was, and then merrily trotted off on his own.
As Briatore left, only a few Chinese members were left in the team, so they casually found a roadside stall, soaking in the exotic overseas atmosphere while chatting about past events.
To be honest, Chen Xiangbei hadn't had a relaxed chat with Uncle Liang and Ah Yong for a long time. He vaguely remembered the last similar scene was at the Huasi Sports Base in East Sea.
Recalling the past, there's a sense of wistfulness.
But just as the few of them hadn't been reminiscing for long, they saw Briatore hurriedly running out of a "Japanese-style" bar, followed by a group of burly men who might have been bodyguards or bouncers.
