"Mr. Zhao, we've been stopped," the driver said, his face white with fear.
Zhao Shiqing's face darkened. Being intercepted halfway was rarely a good sign. Could it be that the Duans had started to make their move?
"Dad, are we going to be okay?" Zhao Yong asked, slightly panicked, fearing that Guo Yi might personally come to kill him.
Without overthinking, Zhao Shiqing hurriedly said to Zhao Yong, "Don't panic; this is still Capital City. We have a say here."
"Get out!" Several knife-wielding strongmen intercepted the car.
The driver quickly opened the door and held his head in his hands, "Don't, don't kill me, I'm just the driver."
One of the strongmen pulled open the rear car door, looking at Zhao Shiqing, "Mr. Zhao, we've been looking forward to this moment, haven't we?"
"Who are you?" Zhao Shiqing, after all, was Zhao Shiqing, his commanding presence honed from years in high positions was unmatched.
