Eight men dressed in all black with sunglasses descended from two Mercedes', a clear sign that they were the eight bodyguards from Zhang Qixiang's personal security team, all former special forces.
But Liu Zhizhong could tell from their builds that the four he had fought last time were among them, suggesting a full deployment of Zhang Qixiang's private security.
When the eight men got out, they lined up on either side, clutching baton-like objects in their hands, coldly eyeing Liu Zhizhong.
Liu Zhizhong had no choice but to get out of his car too. Behind him, Zhang Qixiang had already stepped out, standing by her Big Lao with a haughty and ice-cold expression beneath her gold-rimmed glasses.
She indifferently said, "Vermin, are you going to make a scene here, or will you come with me?"
Liu Zhizhong cracked a slight smile. "All right, Sister Qixiang, you've won again. Lead the way then!"
"Humph!"
