"Hurry up, don't worry about the fine, just get going!" At this moment, Shao Zhiguo, sitting in the backseat of the Mercedes, shouted to his driver who was sweating profusely.
"President Shao, we're already going as fast as we can; any faster on this broken road and we'll flip the car!" The driver, gripping the steering wheel, spoke helplessly, regretting not having chosen to drive the Land Rover, knowing how rough the road was.
Shao Zhiguo looked at his watch, his eyes reddening. "Damn, I hope we're not too late!"
At this time, Song Lu, who had entered the room with Wei Jiang, was taken aback upon seeing the people inside, especially the three individuals standing on the side, which filled him with suspicion!
He had heard that a martial artist had just come in and thought there might be a fight ongoing, but the situation in front of him seemed off.
