Racing down the road and guided by the memories of his past life, Qin Fan effortlessly parked the SUV with a shattered side window outside the entrance of the Tang Clubhouse.
At the sight of the familiar license plate, the two members guarding the clubhouse door furrowed their brows. Who is this guy? And why is he driving this car?
"Stop right there! Who are you?" one of them asked hesitantly, stepping in front of Qin Fan as he strode toward the entrance. His brows were knitted in a wary expression.
Qin Fan shook his head with a contemptuous smile.
The next moment, without any warning, he kicked forward.
The two men only saw a blur flash before their eyes!
THUD!
