Lin Ziran also instantly sat upright, looking at the rows of imposing men in black before her, completely terrified, "It's over, Ou Xiaolan, we're doomed. Remember, I'm dying with you, you owe me in our next life!"
Ou Lan stared ahead, motionless, waiting for Zhan Moxiao to appear.
The men in black also didn't move, just blocking the way, as if they were waiting for Zhan Moxiao as well.
Suddenly, a helicopter roared as it landed in the middle of the road between the taxi and the men in black. Even though Zhan Moxiao himself wasn't seen yet, his arrogance was palpable, and his presence was something no one could match.
The driver was so frightened that he didn't dare say a word, sitting shivering in his seat, waiting for fate to take its course. He was now utterly convinced that the young girl in the backseat must be the wife of a crime boss.
Just to chase a wife, it seemed like he was chasing a robber baron.
