The crowd behind her immediately moved their gun muzzles and flashlights away.
The man's face gave a clue, with a chiseled, handsome appearance, a buzz cut that couldn't be shorter, and he wore a combat outfit for the field.
"Are you Luo Xiaoqian?!"
The man asked gently, then tentatively extended his palm towards her.
"Don't come closer!"
Seeing his extended hand, Luo Xiaoqian screamed sharply and swung the wine bottle with both hands toward him.
The man dodged swiftly, and as Luo Xiaoqian missed the hit, she immediately retracted her hands to her chest, tensing up her entire body.
The tall man frowned slightly, stood up, and pulled out his cell phone from his pocket.
Before he could make the call, the heavy sound of an engine could already be heard from outside.
With the flashing headlights, a royal blue Bugatti that nearly matched the color of the night crashed through the guardrail and into the courtyard, screeching to a halt on a mound of sand.
