Chu Nan, Ling Luoxi, Wu Bei, and the chief steward Wu Han were sitting inside a car. Besides the four of them, there was a driver, with a black car in front and another at the back, effectively sandwiching them in the middle. The protective measures were well implemented.
The chief steward sat in the front passenger seat. Chu Nan sat right in the middle of the back seat, conveniently flanked by two beauties, with his legs either brushing against Wu Bei on his left or Ling Luoxi on his right, making his heart itch. He inwardly cursed the driver's proficient driving; a sudden brake would be splendid.
After the car set off, Wu Bei sighed and said, "Mr. Chu, although I don't know what kind of grudge you have with those people, you were too impulsive just now; you might have stirred up big trouble."
Chu Nan smiled and said, "Are you referring to those few young scions?"
