"Yes, I understand. I'll gather people and head over immediately!"
A dazzling silver Lamborghini screeched to a stop in front of the luxurious villa, followed by three black sedans that also came to a halt at the same time.
Rong Shaoze opened the car door, took a glance at the wide, opulent villa, and slightly narrowed his eyes.
Twelve men in black stepped forward, one of whom respectfully asked, "Shaoze, do we go in directly?"
"Don't move for now."
"Yes."
The iron gate slowly opened automatically, and Rong Mingyan, dressed in a white shirt, hands on his hips, walked toward him at a leisurely pace.
"Shaoze, what kind of wind has blown you here? This is your first time visiting my place, isn't it?" Rong Mingyan said with a smile.
His gaze swept over the twelve men in black and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and ask, "What's the meaning of this? So many people just to pay a visit? It almost looks like the mafia."
