Qiao Wu and Wei Dong exchanged a glance.
A sense of foreboding surged within them.
They watched as the motorcycle convoy and car convoy drew closer and closer.
Suddenly.
A ringing phone sounded from Qiao Wu's trouser pocket.
He frowned, took out his phone, and answered the incoming call.
"Young Master Qiao, bad news."
"You need to escape."
"The road blockade has been broken through by a group of motorcycles and cars."
"We've lost a lot of people."
"A preliminary estimate suggests there are at least eight to nine hundred of them!"
A weak voice reached Qiao Wu's ears.
Because Wei Dong and Qiao Wu were standing close, he faintly overheard some of the voice from the phone.
In that instant.
Qiao Wu and Wei Dong were stunned.
Were these hundreds of motorcycles and cars racing towards them?
Who exactly were these people?
Ye Tian saw the perfect opportunity.
Without hesitation, he charged forward and kicked out!
His foot struck Qiao Wu in the stomach.
