An hour later, two container trucks filled with raw stones left the Antique Street.
A total of fifteen vehicles were guarding them.
Ye Fei was driving Xia Ziyu and Xia Donghai toward the Red Moon Villa.
At the south gate of the Antique Street, a man in a black T-shirt watched the slowly moving black Audi and a cold glint flickered in the depths of his eyes.
He immediately took out his cell phone and dialed a number.
"The target has left!"
The man then hurried toward a black Volkswagen parked by the roadside.
At night, inside a luxurious club in Jiangzhou, Lu Feiyang's face twisted with malice as he received the phone call, his eyes filled with endless murderous intent and rage.
"Useless fool, to fight against me, tonight is your death day!"
"And that bitch, damn it, she actually dares to reject me. After I kill this waste tonight, tomorrow I will have you!"
