Seeing Ren Feifan so willingly climb into the police car, Bai Zhenan exchanged a glance with his uncle and an arrogant smile appeared at the corners of their mouths.
"However, could this kid's cooperation be a trap?" Bai Zhenghua frowned and said.
"No, no, no, Uncle, didn't you hear Xiao Xing'er call this guy a big fool? Maybe he really is a fool. Now that this guy is on board, let's figure out a way to deal with him!"
"Right, we'll go directly to that abandoned garage. This kid's a bit tricky, so I'll call a few friends to help out; they've got some nice stuff in hand."
Bai Zhenghua made a gun gesture, which made Bai Zhenan's eyes narrow immediately.
Old Bai was playing too big of a game, daring to use such things in Huaxia.
But on second thought, with that thing, what good would this guy's fighting skills do? His path would still be a dead end!
"Thank you, Uncle."
The conversation between the two was soft but reached Ren Feifan's ears clearly, a smirk forming on his lips.