"Boss, that guy's heading for the car. The person inside… she's the one the Young Master specifically wants!" one of the bodyguards whispered to the burly, six-foot-three man beside him as they watched One-Eye's advance.
"Don't move," the burly man said, shaking his head and keeping his voice as low as possible. "We can't afford to mess with these people. If we can't get Chu Yan, the worst we'll get when we go back is a chewing out. But if we piss off these big shots, we could lose our lives!"
One-Eye had now crept near the car. He saw Chu Yan huddled in the passenger seat, her legs drawn up, her small face etched with worry. He signaled for his men to be ready to move, then rolled right up to the car door.
He yanked the door open and reached for Chu Yan. 'Grabbing her will definitely create an opportunity for us!' Still, he knew it was unrealistic to expect Zhou Fan to surrender just for one woman.
