Old Qiao and Lv Chen were puzzled and deeply shocked when they saw the scene.
But they still obediently followed orders.
And directly withdrew to the group of containers at the back.
Xiao Yunliang initially frowned, wanting to speak, but upon seeing Fang Qingyu's current appearance, swallowed his words.
After putting on his gloves, he charged straight at Zhou Minghuan.
At this moment, Fang Qingyu had already arrived beneath the iron box, his eyes, interwoven with lava and moonlight, pierced through the rain, looking up at the three.
"Are you all also fugitives?"
The leftmost scar-faced man's Adam's apple rolled intensely.
It's the instinctual shiver an organism has when facing a top predator.
But considering their numerical advantage, he still sneered.
"These days... even Commerce Association dogs are starting to cosplay?"
