"Just stop here!"
An hour later, the car arrived at the suburbs, about seventy to eighty meters from the abandoned Steel Mill. Ye Xiaofei spoke up, asking the driver to pull over and stop.
"Crrrrrr—"
The car steadily came to a halt at the roadside.
Ye Xiaofei got out of the car, glanced at the driver, and instructed, "Uncle, I've arranged a duel here, and I'm worried they might harm you. You better drive away and hide somewhere for a while, and come back after it's over!"
"You're not planning on doing something illegal, are you?"
The driver became suspicious upon hearing Ye Xiaofei's suggestion for him to hide.
Ye Xiaofei wiped his nose, his face bearing an expression as harmless as humans and animals, and chuckled, "Uncle, do I look like someone who would do bad things?"
"I think you do!"
The driver's face also revealed a smile, his expression making it clear he was joking.
"Okay, no more jokes!"
