The men surrounding Shen Yanhe and Qiao Wei formed an encirclement in the middle, with the burly leading man staring at Shen Yanhe, he said in a deep voice, "There's a saying in your Daxia, 'A wise man submits to the circumstances.'"
"I trust this young lady will make a choice that's beneficial to herself, right?"
Qiao Wei's face turned ugly, his heart sinking slightly.
He had noticed the wooden batons belted around the waists of the burly men.
He never expected the young master of the Crowley family to be so arrogant and domineering as to try to abduct someone in the street.
But Wu Fang had gone to park the car, and now, relying on just himself, he couldn't handle so many people armed with wooden batons, and he might even put the lady at risk of injury.
He could only bluff them with the name of the Snare.
After all, if the chief found out that on the first day he took the lady out, they were forced to have coffee with another man,
