Yan Fengchi sat with his arms crossed, body leaning slightly forward. He remained silent.
Nan Baihao, somewhat helpless, patted his shoulder, "Fengchi, don't worry."
Time, 4:30 PM.
Gu Shaocheng first took Chenxing to Kevin's mercenary free base. He left several of his trusted men to guard her, then a few bulletproof luxury cars lined up and moved forward, stopping half an hour later in front of the gate of a certain courtyard.
Someone was already there waiting to guide them, leading them through a long corridor and finally stopping in front of a grand door on the second floor.
A few men in tight clothing seemed to be ready to frisk them.
Baihao glared fiercely, saying, "No one who dared to frisk our men has lived to tell the tale. Want to give it a try?"
The opponents looked at each other in bewilderment.
At that moment, the grand door slowly opened from the inside. Someone said something to those men, who then bowed and retreated to either side.
