The black sportscar shot out of the garage. Qiao Minde saw many reporters were blocking the way.
"Who's that?" One of the reporters directed the camera in his direction, pointing.
The windows were tinted black, the number plate had been swapped. The car looked very differently from what he usually drive.
"That's not Qiao Minde, right?" Another said.
"Why not we check it out? Who knows if he's hiding in the back seat or boot?"
"The company suffers a huge setback. I wonder what Qiao Minde will say about it,"
The reporters didn't move out of the way, they wanted to see who was in the car. Even thought of asking the driver to stop the car and roll down the windows so that they could take a look.
But Qiao Minde didn't care. He didn't even stop the car, driving as far as the devil straight through the crowd of reporters!
"Ahhh!" The reporters could only scream and jump out of the way. Some of them cursed at the driver for having no humanity.
