Fifteen minutes later, Lu Yaobing and the others arrived at the printing factory, the car stopped, and Huang Mao and a few others led Lu Yaobing and Zheng Shuo'e towards one of the lit houses.
"Yaobing, are you sure there's nothing to worry about?" Zheng Shuo'e nervously grabbed her daughter's hand, feeling uncertain, as she had never experienced such a situation before.
Lu Yaobing flashed a bright smile and said, "Relax, anyone trying to mess with me now is just courting death."
Zheng Shuo'e's lips twitched, saying, "But there isn't anyone else here, could something unexpected happen here?"
"Nothing will happen, nothing at all." Huang Mao quickly patted his chest and said, "We'll make sure to protect you, even if Liu Chunan had three heads and six arms, he wouldn't be able to lay a finger on you."
"Keep talking nonsense here, and if Liu Chunan runs off, you'll face the consequences," Lu Yaobing glared at Huang Mao.
"Yes, yes..." Huang Mao shuddered and dared not speak further.
