"Ye Huan, what's happening here?"
Inside the BMW's front passenger seat, Qin Ya put back on her baseball cap and mask, and upon seeing the chaos ahead, her eyes widened.
Outside the gate of Tingxiang Pavilion, more than a dozen burly security guards lay on the ground, their faces pale as they emitted weak groans.
Beside them stood a man.
The man had his left foot on the ground and his right foot on the head of a security guard, smoking with extreme arrogance.
Seeing this person, Ye Huan's eyes turned cold.
"Stay in the car, I'll handle this," Ye Huan said to Qin Ya before opening the car door and stepping out.
He faced off against Su Zhiqiang with a cold expression.
"Hmph—"
Su Zhiqiang usually doesn't smoke and isn't addicted to it.
But to enhance his image, he still carries high-end cigars.
He was very pleased now, so he took one out to smoke.
As he exhaled a smoke ring once more, a sneer appeared on Su Zhiqiang's face:
"Ye Huan, you fool."
