"We're just nobodies, you don't need to know." A middle-aged man replied.
As he spoke, more than a dozen men in suits jumped out from the escort cars in front and behind, striding quickly towards this direction.
"Friend, leave quickly, don't push us to act."
Hearing the other's persuasion, Ling Chen hesitated for a few seconds. Then, he clasped his fists to express gratitude, lightly tapped the hood of the Rolls-Royce with his toes, and his body instantly soared high, directly rushing into the alleyway by the roadside, disappearing in an instant.
Not long after, Ling Chen emerged from the other end of the alley back onto the road. Watching the departing convoy, Ling Chen frowned slightly, his eyes flickering. He didn't choose to make a move just now mainly because of those two middle-aged men.
