At dusk, as the sun gradually set behind the hills, a stretch Hummer, flanked by two Jeep Wranglers, arrived at the entrance of the Purple Gold Garden Noble District.
Looking at the domineering stretched Hummer, the security guards at the entrance of the Noble District didn't say a word, saluted immediately, and let them pass, their eyes filled with admiration.
The admiration was because they knew the owner of the stretched Hummer was Qiao Bazhi.
Like all the hoodlums on the streets, he believed that living in a mansion, driving luxury cars, sleeping with beautiful women, and having everyone at his beck and call on the streets—even if it meant dying twenty years earlier—was absolutely worth it!
Of course, it was just a thought.
He knew he wasn't even qualified to carry Qiao Bazhi's bags!
"Master Eight, do you think that Ye kid has eaten the gall of a leopard? It was bad enough that he crippled that scion from the Gou Family, but to lay hands on He Fenghua too?"
