Just as Ye Yaxin was about to get into the car, two Mercedes-Benz 600s blocked her vehicle, and more than a dozen men in black suits with indifferent expressions stepped out.
They were the Flame Gate bodyguards who had followed Yue Feng, led by one of the two middle-aged men previously standing in front of the Bentley's door.
Whoosh!
With the appearance of this group, a hidden figure, Cold Edge, also emerged, radiating an icy aura.
"There is actually another expert protecting her!"
The middle-aged man's eyes locked on Cold Edge, a cold glint flashing within them.
With a wave of his hand, the Flame Gate bodyguards behind him grasped their weapons, directly aiming at both Cold Edge and Ye Yaxin. Immediately, Ye Yaxin's complexion changed, and Cold Edge's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Are you still going to make a move? Your strength seems decent, but are you sure Miss Ye can withstand them too?"
