Hearing the family's words, Zhao Feng was stunned.
He never could have imagined it. At a time like this, the family was actually asking to get out of the car?
"Zhao Feng, stop the car," Chen Zheng commanded calmly, his eyes still closed.
What an odd bunch. How did the honest old squad leader ever get entangled with these people?
After the car stopped, the three of them scrambled out and ran for another intersection. They didn't know where it led, but they couldn't care less. As long as they got away from Chen Zheng and Zhao Feng, they could ensure their own safety.
Not long after, lights flickered ahead as a large convoy appeared, led by a Rolls-Royce.
Driving a car worth over ten million… looks like this guy is no low-rank scrub! No matter how you looked at it, someone who could afford such a car wouldn't stoop to robbing people for money. Zhao Feng's mouth curled into a cold sneer, his voice thick with mockery.
