Jiang Guangrong's car came to a crude and abrupt stop, and the other cars followed suit, one after the other. Over twenty men in suits exited their vehicles, seized the handguns, and surrounded Jiang Guangrong's car.
The car was in chaos, all four people were thrown around. At this moment, Liu Yun regained consciousness, lying in his seat, glaring fiercely at the person in the front passenger seat: "Xiaoqing, who told you to do this?"
The man who received the call from Xiaoqing finally broke free from the shackles of the seatbelt, coughed a few times, and caught his breath: "Brother Yun... Master Qiran ordered us to..."
"Does the boss know?"
"Young Master Ziran said... cough... it's the boss's order!"
Liu Yun's face turned dark: "Nonsense! If it's the boss's order, the boss would have told me directly, not send twenty men outside to do it!"
