Mu Xiaoyao snorted awkwardly, withdrawing his disdainful gaze from the man kneeling on the ground.
He looked at Da Hei, his thin lips forming a cold line: "Where's the car?"
"Outside, didn't get it brought over because we were busy chasing them."
Da Hei realized, the Boss was quite drunk.
Thankfully, he could still stand firm with sheer willpower.
Da Hei had the car brought over, and Baili Xia was preparing to help him get in.
Unexpectedly, she was suddenly lifted off her feet by Mu Xiaoyao.
"Brother," she was taken aback and wanted to grab his collar.
However, the moment she moved, it made her injured face contort with pain.
"Stop moving if you're hurt. I'm fine. I don't need your help," he said.
Mu Xiaoyao's faced darkened, and from his tone, it was obvious he was in a bad mood.
One might even say he was angry.
Once they got into the car and sped away from the area.
Da Hei glared at the man still on his knees. He was full of rage.
