The Mercedes-Benz S450L had not been turned off, and the hum of its engine was still clear.
Everyone's gaze converged on the young man who had suddenly appeared.
Bright headlights streamed from behind him, casting a very long shadow.
His hands hung by his sides, his expression calm and indifferent, yet he exuded a sharp, confident aura.
Like a freshly sharpened sword, he pressed toward Li Jingzhong, causing his eyebrows to furrow deeply.
Standing beside the two men, Zhang Wensheng felt a tightness in his chest and struggled to breathe.
He had never forgotten the guy who went on a road trip with Zhao Yaqian.
Though greatly changed, there was no doubt in his mind—it was him.
He had been happily enjoying a meal out with his goddess, savoring the food.
But suddenly, two BOSS figures had jumped in.
One drove a Mercedes-Benz E300 worth over 500,000, and the other drove a Mercedes-Benz S worth over a million.
Compared to them, his own Wuling seemed pitifully inadequate.
