Zhong Ming got into the car, and Ye Qingfeng casually glanced at them, his gaze sweeping past Wang Jie without lingering in the slightest.
The Porsche's engine roared wildly, then the tires carved an arc on the ground before suddenly sprinting forward.
Wang Jie stood there, stunned, with his fists tightly clenched, feeling greatly slighted by the look.
The gaze from Ye Qingfeng earlier didn't pause on him at all.
This indicated that the opponent didn't consider him a worthy adversary—he looked down on him!
"Wang Jie, where is everyone? Didn't I tell you to stop him? Don't tell me all of your bodyguards were beaten down by him!"
At this moment, Wu Yun also arrived. Seeing a ground full of bodyguards, she instantly guessed what had happened.
That guy was too formidable; so many bodyguards weren't able to match him?
"His bodyguards are very strong; these useless ones stood no chance!" Wang Jie said viciously.
