In the car, the driver turned to look at Mu Yan and asked, "Miss, are you okay?"
Mu Yan's hand was gently caressing her belly, her face somewhat pale. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine. What's happening outside?"
Her gaze swept over the tall, strong men surrounding the car, her expression heavy.
"Miss, don't worry, they're just small fry." The driver said indifferently.
Outside, those strong men started kicking the car door, shouting, "Get out of the car, you crashed into our car, pay up."
The dark road behind was lit up by car headlights, and a few off-road cars drove over, stopping behind them. Their doors opened simultaneously, and twenty or thirty men in black suits got out, running toward them, surrounding the strong men outside.
"What are you trying to do?" One of the strong men looked at the crowd of people in black, his expression not looking good.
The collar of his shirt was suddenly grabbed, and he was nearly lifted off the ground.
