"Alright then," Miao Lanlan said with a hint of disappointment.
"Don't worry, I'll definitely make it up to you for the meal I owe you."
"It's not just one meal, it's two."
"No problem."
"If this little girl follows him into the car, it'd be a pity if she got blown up," Huo YanGen remarked, looking at Miao Lanlan with a sigh.
From behind, Zhu Mao's voice came, "Then it's her bad luck. At this time, Mr. Huo, you mustn't be tender-hearted."
"Why would I? As long as it takes Li Fei out, even sacrificing two little girls' lives is fine, especially since I don't even know her."
Then, Huo YanGen turned to Feng Huo Lei standing beside him, "Young Master Ning, it's all on you now."
Feng Huo Lei silently nodded, staring intently at Li Fei in the distance.
After Li Fei bid farewell to Miao Lanlan, he started walking toward the Ferrari. When he was about five or six meters away from the sports car, Feng Huo Lei suddenly pressed the remote control button.
"Boom!"
